bdsm-fiction Chapter 80 Child, your imagination is too weak.
Chapter 80 Child, your imagination is too weak.
Chapter 81 Child, your imagination is too weak.
"Ahem, since you're a disgrace to Team Rocket, what are you doing here at the Golden Gym?!"
Kokoro realized the seriousness of the situation and immediately cooperated with Natsume to play along.
Several security cameras peek out from beside the broken windows every now and then.
On the other side, Naz tilted her head, and the doll in her arms also drooped its head.
Natsume's current level of superpowers is limited to transmitting simple text to Kokoro Satoru.
The word "reporter" was intercepted by Natsume the instant he uttered it.
She looked out indifferently, a blue light flashing in her eyes.
"Gengar!" Gengar's massive body blocked Sabrina's path, its red eyes suddenly flashing, completely neutralizing the psychic power Sabrina released.
Natsume frowned slightly.
The reporters came prepared, and another group was hidden in the street. The cameras were pointed at the reporters hiding in the dojo.
Naza's move played right into their hands.
"Hmph, old man, our boss Sakaki has his eye on you, and today he's going to take you home!"
Natsume pointed at Kokoro Satoru and gave a smirk.
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Kokoro Satoru sent a frantic telepathic message to Natsume.
"What, is Miss Sabrina trying to protect her father?" Natsume threw a Poké Ball without saying a word.
"Whoosh~" A ferocious and savage Dragonite suddenly appeared in the gym area.
Combined with the opponent's size, which far surpasses that of its kind, and the wheezing wings of the two, one large and one small, the overall effect is incredibly imposing.
Natsume could feel that the flashbulbs behind him went off several times the moment he threw the ball.
"Hmm?" Naza tilted her head, and the doll in her arms drooped even more violently.
The telepathic communication between Natsume and Kokoro was no different from direct conversation under the nose of this high-level esper.
They practiced role-playing and pretending to be house.
"You..." Natsu suddenly spoke, and Kokoro turned around abruptly, staring at her in astonishment.
"You..." The doll looked up, seemingly wanting to take over from Naz.
But soon, the doll's head drooped again.
"Are you inviting me?" Sabrina asked, her face still expressionless.
"Go, Dragonite, grab that old bastard!" Natsume waved his hand.
"Go, Alakazam." This time, the Poké Ball didn't appear in the doll's hand, but was thrown by Sabrina.
"Awooooo—" Dragonite was extremely excited. Its scales suddenly rose all over its body, its eyes began to turn blood red, and its blood and energy surged wildly.
"The Achilles' heel?" Natsume was taken aback; it seemed he hadn't given the order yet.
"Alakazam, Psychic!"
"Dragonite, charge!" Natsume telepathically gave Dragonite a simple command.
"Woo woo woo!" Dragonite became even more excited.
The silly trainer only learned to speak a few days ago, and now he can command him in battle!
"Bang bang bang!" The massive size of Dragonite caused the ground to tremble as it charged forward.
A deep blue light enveloped its entire body, causing the Great Jaggi to freeze in mid-air.
Seeing this, Natsume breathed a slight sigh of relief.
The best outcome now would be for him to pretend he really is a member of the Rockets, get knocked away by Sabrina, and deal with the reporters outside.
"Waaaaah!!!"
The giant dragonite was a little angry. Sure enough, the trainer was slow to speak and not very intelligent!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—" Dragonite suddenly struggled and broke free from Alakazam's psychic control.
A burst of electricity suddenly flashed from his body.
"100,000 volts?" Natsume was taken aback.
The lightning suddenly dissipated, turning into flames covering the body.
"Huh?" Natsume was taken aback again.
The flames dissipated, and an icy blue light shimmered in his mouth.
The three colors kept changing, and Dragonite couldn't control the power within its body at all, nor could it choose which move to use.
Finally, a beam of light mixed with gold, red, and blue shot out haphazardly towards the surrounding area, like an atmospheric sphere.
Naza tilted her head, looking at the scene before her, her eyes gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light.
The next instant, Dragonite, unable to control its strength, was frozen in mid-air and thrown out towards the skylight.
"You lost, and you're going to be locked up." Sabrina looked at Natsume, her face expressionless.
At the same time, a cage with a plaque appeared above Natsume's head.
The cage descended, growing larger and larger until it finally became a roof.
"Boom!" Natsume was locked in a room.
"Huh?" Natsume was slightly taken aback. He realized that this was not an ordinary superpower. He seemed to have entered Sabrina's main world.
The world through Nazi's eyes.
Natsume looked around the room. Not far away, a little girl was squatting on the ground, holding a needle and thread, seemingly sewing a doll.
Upon closer inspection, Natsume realized he had misjudged the situation. It turned out to be the doll that had been in Natsume's arms, squatting on the ground, holding a needle and thread, mending a miniature figure-like Natsume.
"Hehehe—" The doll looked up and gave Natsume a chilling smile.
"No wonder Sabrina has no emotions. In her main world, she's just a figurine." Natsume looked at the Sabrina figurine in the doll's hand and reached out to take it.
"Ah—" A sharp scream rang out, and Natsume covered his ears, looking at the doll in a strange way.
"I'd like to ask, are you in charge of the main world?" Natsume looked at the doll seriously.
The doll tilted its head, feeling that Natsume was somewhat arrogant and that it was necessary to tell him something to make him realize the reality of the situation.
The doll nodded.
"Bang!" The next second, Natsume's fist landed on its head, making its eyes water.
"What am I afraid of? You don't have Sabrina's superpowers."
"Give it to me, let me play with it!"
Like a bully, Natsume reached out and snatched the Sabrina figurine.
"ah--"
Ignoring her flattened head, the doll's eyes flashed with blue light, and a pistol appeared in her hand.
"Click!" The bullet was chambered and aimed at Natsume.
Natsume Ryokan knew that even dolls possessed telekinetic abilities.
Although much weaker than Sabrina, she can materialize things using telekinesis thanks to the characteristics of the main world.
"Hehe—" The doll chuckled mischievously, raising the pistol and aiming it at Natsume's head.
"Give me back Naza!" the doll screamed.
Natsume ignored it and simply tried to see if he could use his telekinesis to materialize something in the main world.
With just a slight attempt, Natsume's body began to shimmer with a deep blue light.
"Boom!" A huge blue skeleton rose from the ground, enveloping Natsume.
The next second, flesh and blood covered everything, armor was grotesque, the entire roof was blown off, and a huge samurai figure enveloped Natsume, standing in front of the doll.
"Whoosh!" A flash of light, and a huge katana hovered above the doll's head.
"Clatter!" The doll froze on the spot, the mini pistol in its hand fell to the ground and dissipated into blue particles.
Child, your imagination is too weak.
Natsume shook his head, causing his Susanoo to dissipate.
This thing is useless; it's just for show.
Natsume was studying the Sabrina figurine, while the doll beside him was patting its head vigorously, taking a long time to restore its flattened head.
Looking back, it discovered that Naz's clothes had been stripped off.
"Ah—" the doll screamed, her face showing shame and indignation.
"Wow, it's so realistic! How did you do that?" Natsume exclaimed, letting the doll snatch the Sabrina figurine back.
Looking at the expression on the doll's face, Natsume couldn't help but recall the expression on Natsume's face when he was pulling at the doll's clothes a few days ago.
They are exactly the same.
"Are you Sabrina from when you were little?" Natsume asked curiously as he approached.
The doll cautiously hid the Natsumi figure behind her back, and covered her head with her other hand.
Natsume noticed that the utensils in the room looked like they were prepared for a child.
"As we grow up, we stitch together our childhood selves; in the main world, our childhood selves clumsily sculpt our adult selves. Is that how it is?"
Natsume patted the doll's head.
The doll stared blankly at Natsume, then got another blow to the head.
"Ouch!" The baby clutched its head.
"Do you even understand what I'm talking about?"
"I'll tell you how to sculpt it," Natsume said, taking out the Sabrina figurine.
The doll was startled, turned around abruptly, and found that the figurine she had hidden behind her was indeed gone.
When?!
The doll stared at Natsume as if he were a ghost, daring not to speak out in anger.
(End of this chapter)