stonecrandall Chapter 634 Dakdo's Regret
Chapter 634 Dakdo's Regret
Chapter 634 Dakdo's Regret
Seeing that his words had worked, Dacto was finally able to buy himself some breathing room.
However, just a few seconds later, the lead Pikachu started walking towards him.
"clatter!"
The other person paused at the edge of the round table, his body casting a huge shadow under the spotlight, looming over Dakdo from above.
"Pikachu".
"In that case, what's this guy's name?"
His eyes, brimming with electric light, stared indifferently at the other person, leaving Dakdo speechless for a moment.
"What's your name...what's your name...name...."
Dakdo was drenched in sweat, muttering to himself repeatedly.
Natsume's appearance was repeatedly drawn in his mind, becoming clearer and clearer.
But he just couldn't remember the other person's name!
Damn it, to be precise, he didn't even notice when the other person said their name.
That guy is definitely not just Zhu Lan's assistant.
Dakdo was filled with regret.
Unfortunately, there's no going back in life.
"Hehehe!"
Seeing this, the man with the middle parting grinned.
Confirmed, this guy is at most a passerby who has seen Natsume or heard of him.
It's definitely not a friend of your trainer.
"Awooo~"
Then, the Dark-type Pokémon's gaze shifted and focused again on the man with the middle parting.
It turned around, facing the Dark-type Pokémon underlings around the round table, their eyes gleaming with fervor. Clearing its throat, it began its performance in a low, story-filled tone: "Pikachu, Pikachu, Pikachu (Brothers, since we've mentioned the one on the wall, today I'll tell you a story about loyalty and sacrifice, a story about me and that trainer who's no longer here.)"
In the shadows, Natsume's eyelids twitched.
"Pfft!"
Zhu Lan chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow at Natsume: "Mr. Ghost, could you explain?"
"I guess I'm just itching for a beating." Natsume rubbed his fist.
The man with the middle parting was completely oblivious, his voice even carrying an exaggerated sense of sorrow and nostalgia: "Pikachu, Pikachu! (Back in the day, I was just an innocent little Pikachu, wandering the streets, suffering all kinds of bullying!)"
"Pikachu! (It's Natsume, yes, the one on the wall! He took me in, but back then he was too weak! He was often bullied by other trainers!)"
"Pikachu! (It's always me! It's my middle-parted hair that steps forward, using my lightning and iron tail to shield him from countless open and hidden attacks!)"
Natsume:
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What the hell are Thunder and Iron Tail? They should be sleeping, right?
The man with the middle parting got more and more into it, waving his paws and practically spitting out words: "Pika! Pikachu! (Remember that time we were surrounded by an evil organization, like Team Galactic! They had over a dozen ferocious wolfhounds!)"
"Pika pika pika! (Natsume's legs went weak with fear! It was me! It was me with the middle parting, single-handedly, charging in and out seven times! A flash of lightning like lightning, even Zapdos was afraid of 100,000 volts! I beat those bastards so badly they ran away in terror!)"
The Dark-type Pokémon around them listened with rapt attention, the Murkrows cawing in worship, and the Poliwags excitedly pawing at the ground.
Seemingly moved by this "heroic deed".
The man with the middle parting abruptly changed the subject, his tone becoming incredibly sorrowful: "Pikachu... Pikachu... (But... for the last time, we encountered the most terrible ambush! The enemy sent out the legendary Pokémon)—the most powerful Darkrai!"
"Pikachu! Pikachu! (That Shadow Ball, blotting out the sky! That Nightmare Wave, corroding the soul! I was about to be hit, at that critical moment!)"
The voice with the middle-parted hair trembled with tears: "Pikachu... (It's Natsume, my weak but loyal trainer!)"
"Pikachu!! (He, he pushed me away! He took that fatal blow for me with his own body! He, he was in my arms, and he turned into light.)"
At this point in the story, the man with the middle part even wiped away non-existent tears with his paw.
The surrounding Dark-type Pokémon sighed and groaned, and many sentimental Thieffoxes even began to sob quietly, deeply moved by this story of "righteousness and integrity".
In the shadows, Natsume felt his blood pressure soaring, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.
When did he become weak?
When did you get protected by the middle-part hairstyle?
And he even shielded him from Darkrai's death?
The man with the center-parted hair took a deep breath, slammed his paw heavily on the round table, and his voice suddenly rose, filled with authority and inflammatory rhetoric: "Pikachu! Pikachu Pikachu! (So, brothers! Remember this story! Remember the word 'loyalty'! I, the man with the center-parted hair, survived to carry on Natsume's legacy!)
(Let us lead you to make a name for ourselves in this land! Let all those who have bullied us pay the price!)
"Pikachu!! (Loyalty! Unity! Strength! This is the creed of us Dark-type, no, of our Godfathers!")
"Awooo—!" "Gah—!" The Dark-type Pokémon were excited and let out deafening howls, their worship of the middle-parted hairstyle reaching its peak.
"Pikachu! (This operation to capture Darkrai is also to avenge our spiritual leader!)"
Upon hearing this, the atmosphere reached another climax, and Dakdo below felt his hands and feet turn cold, his mind going blank.
He didn't understand what the man with the middle parting had said, but seeing the Pokémon around him celebrating the "hanging" like this, he knew it wasn't a good thing.
Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, and the man with the middle parting was basking in the adulation of everyone around him—"Who did you say died?"
A voice so cold it could freeze the air came from the shadows at the edge of the spotlight.
In an instant, all the howling, crying, and frenzy... came to an abrupt halt.
The entire cellar fell into a deathly silence.
The spotlight seemed to tremble slightly, its beam shifting to illuminate the black-haired youth who was emerging from the shadows.
Natsume's face was expressionless, but his golden pupils were fixed on the middle-parted hair. He walked step by step toward the round table, each step seeming to tread on everyone's heartbeat.
Dakto stared wide-eyed at Natsume as he arrived, first momentarily stunned, then filled with a sense of relief, as if he had escaped a disaster.
Great! The person in charge has arrived! He might be saved.
The Dark-type Pokémon around the round table were all completely bewildered.
They looked at Natsume's "posthumous portrait" on the wall, then at the living, breathing Natsume, whose aura was chillingly cold, and their minds went completely blank.
The protagonist of the story—the one with the middle parting.
The moment Natsume's voice rang out, its "gangster boss" demeanor instantly crumbled.
His large eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, suddenly widened, filled with disbelief and extreme guilt.
Its entire body visibly stiffened, and the paw that had just been waving and telling stories was frozen in mid-air, neither able to be released nor left alone.
It even instinctively tried to shrink back, and almost fell off the large chair.
"Pikachu, Pikachu?"
Hey there, have you eaten yet?
The man with the middle parting looked at Natsume awkwardly and tried to lift the energy cube on the table and give it to him.