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he knowes pokemon more than i know _Chapter_067_en
Chapter 67
Chapter 67: I'll Send You to the Abstinence Club
2024-05-15 Author: Samsung Charmander (Author Name)
"Let's go, let's go!"
Along the way, Brock kept urging the two to pick up the pace.
He had done his homework. The Pokémon Tower was guarded by a line of hereditary Miko.
What was a Miko?
A long white robe, a long red skirt, a serene expression, paired with a mysterious and noble aura. They would even offer a gentle smile to their guests. Just thinking about it was enough to make him ecstatic.
My lady, here I come!
The three of them had no choice but to hasten their steps.
From a distance, the Pokémon Tower looked more like a great church, a wide and tall building. The fog was thickest here, and the trio could easily feel its sinister aura even while standing outside.
Seeing the other two standing hesitantly at the entrance, Brock pushed them inside.
"Hurry up! The first floor is safe. What's there to be afraid of!"
The three entered the Pokémon Tower.
As far as the eye could see, the first floor was so vast that one couldn't see the other end at a glance. It was brightly lit, which gave the three some courage.
The floor was paved with purple and white tiles in a strange pattern that was a bit creepy if you stared at it for too long.
However, the first floor was just an empty space with no tombstones. It seemed they had to go up to pay their respects.
What was most surprising was that not far away, in the middle of the room, a green square of nearly three square meters was inscribed on the floor. A green light shot up from it to the ceiling, seemingly forming a strange, barrier-like pillar of light.
"Greetings, three guests."
A voice came from the side. Brock's head whipped around, his tongue hanging out.
It's the Miko!
A white robe, a red skirt, long silver hair...
The next second, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
A Miko.
A... Grandmother?
Damn!
How did the elegant Miko he had imagined turn into an old woman in her seventies or eighties!
This old Miko was slightly stooped, with withered skin, drooping eyes, and a frightening hooked nose. She was holding a candle in her hand, looking just like an old crone who had stepped out of a horror story.
Ash scratched his head. *Isn't this place brightly lit? Why are you holding a candle?*
*To look more authentic?*
"Guests from afar, let me have a look at you..."
The old Miko wasn't shy. Holding the candle in one hand, she used the other to feel Ash's chest muscles. A smirk suddenly appeared on her lips, scaring Ash into taking several steps back.
"Young man, nice pecs... So hot-blooded and vigorous, and it's rare to see such a pure heart."
Hearing this, Ash's impression of the Miko instantly maxed out. He scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "Granny, you're such a sweet talker. Could you say a few more nice things?"
But in the next second, the Miko's gaze suddenly changed, becoming incredibly sharp. An inexplicable sense of being seen through made Ash feel as if even the color of his underpants had been exposed, and he couldn't help but shiver.
"It seems my old eyes were mistaken... To think I'd meet another guest with two hearts today."
The Miko couldn't help but sneer, picking up a paper fan-like object from the table. On it were written the four large characters "Demons Begone." It looked like a magical artifact.
"Do you require exorcism services? This old woman has her ways of dealing with foreign entities..."
Red: "!"
His soul was linked to Ash's perspective, and the Miko's gaze gave even him the hair-raising feeling that his underpants had been seen through.
That paper fan, in particular, was very strange. It was actually able to slightly interfere with his concentration.
Danger!
This old woman probably really did have some skills.
But what did she mean by "another"?
"No, no, I'm a successor to the great materialist sciences! I don't believe in deities, ghosts, or supernatural powers!"
Ash quickly leaped away. Seeing the old Miko's posture, could she really send Brother Red to the afterlife?
But on the other hand, if Brother Red ascended, he could rightfully inherit his legacy. That didn't seem like such a bad thing, did it?
Red: "..."
This wasn't the first time he'd heard the phrase "inherit his legacy"...
Seeing this, the Miko put down the paper fan and reached out to tickle the chin of the nearby Pikachu, a look of someone admiring a rare treasure on her face.
"This little electric mouse will have an extraordinary future, destined to soar through the heavens."
"Pika~"
Pikachu scratched its head. Although its greatness was already a foregone conclusion, it still felt pretty good to hear someone say it.
The Miko then looked at the Cubone next to Pikachu.
"This is that old geezer Fuji's Pokémon, isn't it? Tsk tsk, only starting to do good deeds when he's on the verge of death. How disgusting."
The three were confused. Wasn't Mr. Fuji a great philanthropist?
Then the Miko bypassed Ash and turned her penetrating gaze on Misty behind him. Her gloomy eyes made the latter shiver.
"Granny, I'm a good person..." Misty offered weakly.
The Miko smiled gently and patted her head.
"Hehe, pure and innocent, with a beautiful Blue Will."
Hearing this, Misty instantly relaxed, and her opinion of the Miko shot right to the top.
"As for you..."
The old Miko turned her gaze to the last person, Brock, and her expression immediately became exceptionally serious and stern.
Brock: "..."
He swallowed and took several steps back, his eyes narrowed to slits from fear.
"Simple and honest, kind and resolute, with high moral character..."
These words made Brock's blood boil with excitement. Just as he was about to say something, the old Miko started speaking again.
"But you are deluded by a Yellow Will. Your future is worrisome. If this Yellow Will is not dispelled, I'm afraid you will never be able to advance in this life and may even face imprisonment."
Before Brock could even retort, Ash had already jumped in.
"Hey, Granny, I don't like what you're saying! My Teacher Brock is a man with a Rock-Solid Will! What Yellow Will? Don't just make things up!"
*Going yellow? Does Brock also specialize in the Electric-type?*
*Nonsense!*
Just as he was about to blow up, Misty quickly dragged the blockhead Ash away and said apologetically, "Granny, you're absolutely right. Brock is great in every way, but his Yellow Will is too strong. Could you please use your heavenly methods to properly purify his soul!"
Brock: "?"
"Wait, I..."
"Since the young lady has said so, young man, you will stay here and let this old woman help you properly purify your soul."
"I am..."
As she spoke, the Miko pulled a seal from under the counter. Before Brock could finish his sentence, she struck like lightning, stamping it on his forehead.
As the seal was lifted, Brock instantly lost consciousness, closing his eyes and standing there asleep.
It was hard to tell if he was actually asleep, as his eyes looked the same either way.
But on his dark forehead, there was now a red seal, bearing two large words written in a strange script.
Abstinence.
"Don't worry, this old woman has only sent his soul to a mysterious place in the Eastern Nation. There, his soul will eventually achieve enlightenment," the Miko said with a smile.
Hearing this, the two felt relieved. As long as he was okay.
"As for you two..."
Ash quickly replied, "Oh, oh, we're just taking Cubone up the tower, and while we're at it, offering a stick of incense for my dear friend Gary. He just died not long ago."
Hearing this, the corners of the Miko's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
The guest she had received three hours ago, who also had two hearts, seemed to be named Gary, right?
*Is this how kids born after 2000 show friendship? Offering incense for him even if he's not dead, just to express their affection?*
*How strangely moving.*
"But the Pokémon upstairs have been quite restless lately. If you encounter danger, that green barrier can protect you."
Before they left, the Miko suddenly gave a reminder. Then, a frown appeared on her aged face.
It was no wonder they were rampaging. Pokémon like the Psychic-type and Ghost-type could mostly foresee danger.
And recently, several members of a group called the Rainbow Group had come to the town. They claimed the Pokémon Tower was unlucky and wanted to tear it down and build a Radio Station to promote red, positive energy.
To spread the light of the righteous path across the entire Kanto Region.
This was undoubtedly an attempt to destroy their foundation, so it was only natural that they would frequently rampage.
But in the end, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Who could stand against the power of capital?
Even the Miko, with her psychic abilities, couldn't help but sigh.
As she watched the two ascend the stairs, she suddenly felt an unprovoked cool breeze. Her vision blurred, and in the next second, something seemed to be missing from her table.
"Huh, where's my fan?"
This was a real headache for the old Miko—
(Last day, asking for recommendation tickets and to be added to your collections!! Please!!)
(Trivia: In the Gold and Silver Arc, the Pokémon Tower was demolished and turned into a Radio Station.)
(end of chapter)
2024-05-15 Author: Samsung Charmander (Author Name)
"Let's go, let's go!"
Along the way, Brock kept urging the two to pick up the pace.
He had done his homework. The Pokémon Tower was guarded by a line of hereditary Miko.
What was a Miko?
A long white robe, a long red skirt, a serene expression, paired with a mysterious and noble aura. They would even offer a gentle smile to their guests. Just thinking about it was enough to make him ecstatic.
My lady, here I come!
The three of them had no choice but to hasten their steps.
From a distance, the Pokémon Tower looked more like a great church, a wide and tall building. The fog was thickest here, and the trio could easily feel its sinister aura even while standing outside.
Seeing the other two standing hesitantly at the entrance, Brock pushed them inside.
"Hurry up! The first floor is safe. What's there to be afraid of!"
The three entered the Pokémon Tower.
As far as the eye could see, the first floor was so vast that one couldn't see the other end at a glance. It was brightly lit, which gave the three some courage.
The floor was paved with purple and white tiles in a strange pattern that was a bit creepy if you stared at it for too long.
However, the first floor was just an empty space with no tombstones. It seemed they had to go up to pay their respects.
What was most surprising was that not far away, in the middle of the room, a green square of nearly three square meters was inscribed on the floor. A green light shot up from it to the ceiling, seemingly forming a strange, barrier-like pillar of light.
"Greetings, three guests."
A voice came from the side. Brock's head whipped around, his tongue hanging out.
It's the Miko!
A white robe, a red skirt, long silver hair...
The next second, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
A Miko.
A... Grandmother?
Damn!
How did the elegant Miko he had imagined turn into an old woman in her seventies or eighties!
This old Miko was slightly stooped, with withered skin, drooping eyes, and a frightening hooked nose. She was holding a candle in her hand, looking just like an old crone who had stepped out of a horror story.
Ash scratched his head. *Isn't this place brightly lit? Why are you holding a candle?*
*To look more authentic?*
"Guests from afar, let me have a look at you..."
The old Miko wasn't shy. Holding the candle in one hand, she used the other to feel Ash's chest muscles. A smirk suddenly appeared on her lips, scaring Ash into taking several steps back.
"Young man, nice pecs... So hot-blooded and vigorous, and it's rare to see such a pure heart."
Hearing this, Ash's impression of the Miko instantly maxed out. He scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "Granny, you're such a sweet talker. Could you say a few more nice things?"
But in the next second, the Miko's gaze suddenly changed, becoming incredibly sharp. An inexplicable sense of being seen through made Ash feel as if even the color of his underpants had been exposed, and he couldn't help but shiver.
"It seems my old eyes were mistaken... To think I'd meet another guest with two hearts today."
The Miko couldn't help but sneer, picking up a paper fan-like object from the table. On it were written the four large characters "Demons Begone." It looked like a magical artifact.
"Do you require exorcism services? This old woman has her ways of dealing with foreign entities..."
Red: "!"
His soul was linked to Ash's perspective, and the Miko's gaze gave even him the hair-raising feeling that his underpants had been seen through.
That paper fan, in particular, was very strange. It was actually able to slightly interfere with his concentration.
Danger!
This old woman probably really did have some skills.
But what did she mean by "another"?
"No, no, I'm a successor to the great materialist sciences! I don't believe in deities, ghosts, or supernatural powers!"
Ash quickly leaped away. Seeing the old Miko's posture, could she really send Brother Red to the afterlife?
But on the other hand, if Brother Red ascended, he could rightfully inherit his legacy. That didn't seem like such a bad thing, did it?
Red: "..."
This wasn't the first time he'd heard the phrase "inherit his legacy"...
Seeing this, the Miko put down the paper fan and reached out to tickle the chin of the nearby Pikachu, a look of someone admiring a rare treasure on her face.
"This little electric mouse will have an extraordinary future, destined to soar through the heavens."
"Pika~"
Pikachu scratched its head. Although its greatness was already a foregone conclusion, it still felt pretty good to hear someone say it.
The Miko then looked at the Cubone next to Pikachu.
"This is that old geezer Fuji's Pokémon, isn't it? Tsk tsk, only starting to do good deeds when he's on the verge of death. How disgusting."
The three were confused. Wasn't Mr. Fuji a great philanthropist?
Then the Miko bypassed Ash and turned her penetrating gaze on Misty behind him. Her gloomy eyes made the latter shiver.
"Granny, I'm a good person..." Misty offered weakly.
The Miko smiled gently and patted her head.
"Hehe, pure and innocent, with a beautiful Blue Will."
Hearing this, Misty instantly relaxed, and her opinion of the Miko shot right to the top.
"As for you..."
The old Miko turned her gaze to the last person, Brock, and her expression immediately became exceptionally serious and stern.
Brock: "..."
He swallowed and took several steps back, his eyes narrowed to slits from fear.
"Simple and honest, kind and resolute, with high moral character..."
These words made Brock's blood boil with excitement. Just as he was about to say something, the old Miko started speaking again.
"But you are deluded by a Yellow Will. Your future is worrisome. If this Yellow Will is not dispelled, I'm afraid you will never be able to advance in this life and may even face imprisonment."
Before Brock could even retort, Ash had already jumped in.
"Hey, Granny, I don't like what you're saying! My Teacher Brock is a man with a Rock-Solid Will! What Yellow Will? Don't just make things up!"
*Going yellow? Does Brock also specialize in the Electric-type?*
*Nonsense!*
Just as he was about to blow up, Misty quickly dragged the blockhead Ash away and said apologetically, "Granny, you're absolutely right. Brock is great in every way, but his Yellow Will is too strong. Could you please use your heavenly methods to properly purify his soul!"
Brock: "?"
"Wait, I..."
"Since the young lady has said so, young man, you will stay here and let this old woman help you properly purify your soul."
"I am..."
As she spoke, the Miko pulled a seal from under the counter. Before Brock could finish his sentence, she struck like lightning, stamping it on his forehead.
As the seal was lifted, Brock instantly lost consciousness, closing his eyes and standing there asleep.
It was hard to tell if he was actually asleep, as his eyes looked the same either way.
But on his dark forehead, there was now a red seal, bearing two large words written in a strange script.
Abstinence.
"Don't worry, this old woman has only sent his soul to a mysterious place in the Eastern Nation. There, his soul will eventually achieve enlightenment," the Miko said with a smile.
Hearing this, the two felt relieved. As long as he was okay.
"As for you two..."
Ash quickly replied, "Oh, oh, we're just taking Cubone up the tower, and while we're at it, offering a stick of incense for my dear friend Gary. He just died not long ago."
Hearing this, the corners of the Miko's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
The guest she had received three hours ago, who also had two hearts, seemed to be named Gary, right?
*Is this how kids born after 2000 show friendship? Offering incense for him even if he's not dead, just to express their affection?*
*How strangely moving.*
"But the Pokémon upstairs have been quite restless lately. If you encounter danger, that green barrier can protect you."
Before they left, the Miko suddenly gave a reminder. Then, a frown appeared on her aged face.
It was no wonder they were rampaging. Pokémon like the Psychic-type and Ghost-type could mostly foresee danger.
And recently, several members of a group called the Rainbow Group had come to the town. They claimed the Pokémon Tower was unlucky and wanted to tear it down and build a Radio Station to promote red, positive energy.
To spread the light of the righteous path across the entire Kanto Region.
This was undoubtedly an attempt to destroy their foundation, so it was only natural that they would frequently rampage.
But in the end, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Who could stand against the power of capital?
Even the Miko, with her psychic abilities, couldn't help but sigh.
As she watched the two ascend the stairs, she suddenly felt an unprovoked cool breeze. Her vision blurred, and in the next second, something seemed to be missing from her table.
"Huh, where's my fan?"
This was a real headache for the old Miko—
(Last day, asking for recommendation tickets and to be added to your collections!! Please!!)
(Trivia: In the Gold and Silver Arc, the Pokémon Tower was demolished and turned into a Radio Station.)
(end of chapter)
