Pokémon, but cultural invasion

She tried to move her limbs, but her stiff body wouldn't obey, as if the signals she received only stayed in her cerebral cortex.

The deeper you fall into the lake, the colder the surrounding water becomes.

Will Espeon, who is following Izuki, notice that she has fallen into the water?

Without even uttering a shout, Naz was pessimistic about whether anyone had noticed her disappearance.

When all resistance proved futile, she began to contemplate her own death, yet her mind was surprisingly calm.

Ultimately, Naz's concept of death was vague.

As a child, her superpowers were out of control, and her mother thought her daughter was a monster and hated her.

The father wanted to save the broken family of three and could understand her, but to little avail.

When she was very young, her parents took her to her grandfather's funeral, and Naz had no respect for death, which was her first encounter with it.

She could occasionally see the spirit world, the world people say people go to after death.

The Spirit World has many Ghost-type Pokémon, but no humans are to be found there, and Sabrina believes that even if she falls into the Spirit World, she can return to the human world.

Death was not something she was so afraid of.

Now, having lost her superpowers, she is nearing death.

Where do we go after we die?

What happens after death?

Two questions that Naz had never considered before suddenly popped up, and she became curious, but it seemed that she didn't have much time to think about them.

She had no concept of death, nor did she resist it, so she couldn't generate any extra emotions.

Ultimately, it's because she has little attachment to the present world; if you think about it carefully, she has really had very few things she's interested in since childhood.

After losing her superpowers, she gained a lot more: delicious food, fun games, companions, beautiful scenery... and what Sabrina was most unwilling to accept: her defeat in the battle against the mysterious spirit.

The bubbles gradually thinned out, and the lack of oxygen caused his thinking to become sluggish.

The light in front of us is getting dimmer and dimmer...

The light and shadow began to flicker, and something foreign entered the vanished light overhead.

Naza's slowly closing eyes paused, then gradually opened.

She saw clearly that it was a young man with puffed-out cheeks.

His swimming style was ugly, like a frog kicking its legs and paddling the lake water in front of it, diving towards her.

Did the spring tree discover that the person had fallen into the water?

He was elated when he saw himself and found himself, and swam over with all his might.

As the figure of Izumi Tree filled an increasingly larger area of ​​her vision, she felt a force rising from her waist.

She was like some kind of object, carried by the spring tree as it floated to the surface of the water.

"Quack!"

The spring-fed trees emerged from the water, breathing in the fresh air.

He held the soft, cuddly Naz in one arm and swam toward the shore.

Fortunately, swimming doesn't really rely on the hands for power; the dog paddle with both legs and one hand is enough, although it's strenuous.

The lake was originally inhabited by a large number of water-type Pokémon, so there was no need to worry about anyone accidentally falling into the water.

But Natsumi's imposing presence kept them at bay, and unfortunately, she was a terrible swimmer.

Quanshu recalled the collapsed corner of the wooden bridge he had seen before jumping into the lake, realizing that it was indeed the right decision not to cross the bridge back then.

He got ashore first, then pulled Naz up.

Seeing her lying on her back on the ground, her eyes half-closed and lifeless, could there really be a superpowered person who can drown?

"Naza, are you awake?"

Quanshu reached out and touched the tip of her nose—oh no, she wasn't breathing.

He pressed his ear against Natsumi's chest to listen; the towering peaks were heavy, and the ambient noise from the approaching elves was almost inaudible.

After a quick assessment, Quanshu reached out and lifted her chin, lowered her forehead, and pried open her mouth to prepare to open her airway.

The first step is to remove foreign objects from the mouth.

Quanshu inserted two fingers to check if Nazi had accidentally inhaled any seaweed in her mouth.

Feeling the foreign object roughly enter her mouth, Naz's wandering thoughts finally came to a head.

She closed her mouth and bit down on those two thick, long fingers.

"Huh? You're awake?"

Quanshu and Nazi, who was lying on the ground, stared at each other, their warm little tongues curling back between their fingertips, proving that she was indeed still alive.

That made Izumi's CPR procedure seem rather awkward.

Come to think of it, how could a superpowered person possibly drown?

"Naza, your left upper and lower second premolars and right upper and lower first molars are biting my fingers."

"Also, the mesiobuccal tip of my lower right first molar seems unusually sharp, and it's hurting me a bit. Can I loosen it?"

Naza stared at him, her dark red eyes unmoving.

It took her a while before she let go of her mouth.

Quanshu, looking at the two rows of teeth marks on his fingers with a sheepish expression, said, "Since you were awake, why didn't you speak or breathe when you came ashore?"

"I'm contemplating death; I may have forgotten how to breathe."

Naz sat up, feeling uncomfortable with her wet hair and clothes clinging to her body.

Almost blinded by the two massive lightning bolts, Izumi looked away.

At that moment, the superpower that had been so readily available suddenly reacted, and a bright blue light spread through her pupils.

White steam rose from Naz's body, and the collapsed wooden bridge in the center of the lake and the debris floating on the water were precisely glued together by an invisible force, as if time had reversed.

"and many more!"

Before he could speak, Izumi was restrained by an irresistible force, and he moved closer to Natsume, bowing his head.

Naza imitated him by sticking out two fingers and putting them into his mouth to stir.

There was nothing but the soft touch of the tongue and the hardness of the teeth.

What was the point of your actions just now?

Naza withdrew her hand, staring at the crystalline liquid that stretched between her two fingers, her doubts growing.

Why did a sense of pleasure well up inside her, even though it was a meaningless act?

Chapter 128 Before Release

With Natsume released from control and Izumi regaining her autonomy, she quickly explained:

"I don't know if CPR exists in this world, but my previous offensive actions were out of desperation and were methods to help people who had fallen into the water."

"I didn't mean to blame you, nor did I offend you."

As her floating hair fell down, Naz said, "Thank you for jumping into the lake to save me."

"That's good."

Seeing that she brushed it off lightly, Quanshu naturally wouldn't bring it up again.

If there was no blame, then what did Naza mean by grabbing his tongue just now?

Arriving late, Lanxing could only see ripples on the water's surface; even the wooden bridge was intact.

"Did something happen?"

"It's nothing, a Slowpoke just fell into the lake."

Quanshu concealed the fact that the Psychic-type Gym Leader had accidentally fallen into the water, and said cryptically, "Don't walk on that wooden bridge until the construction team renovates it."

"No one would usually go up there."

Lanxing had some doubts, but she didn't say anything more.

This incident served as a reminder to Izumi that Nazaki should not be allowed to approach unfamiliar waters alone.

......

Construction began on various welfare homes in Goldenrod City, with the superhuman construction teams working feverishly.

The police department began to arrange personnel to form a city-wide Pokémon-catching team, and more cameras were installed on the city's main traffic arteries.

Outside the tokusatsu stadium.

Chang Gongma and several of his trusted henchmen squatted in the alley. They were dressed in plain clothes, with cameras hanging around their necks, disguised as ordinary paparazzi.

As the head of Tingxiang Township and a genius director, it's understandable that several paparazzi would be eager to document his private life.

With such disguise, no one could tell that they were actually spies sent by Team Plasma.

After tracking Izumi for a week, Nagakatsuma has not obtained any useful information.

This person doesn't smoke, drink, gamble, or use illegal drugs. Besides work, he usually wanders around with the Golden Dojo Master, trying out various restaurants in the city.

I always leave a tip for the waiters and chefs, and I'm never stingy in offering help to people in need.

From a worldly perspective, he was undoubtedly a good person.

The thought of digging up dirt on good people caused Chang Gongma a slight pang of conscience.

There are videos circulating online of Izumi and the Padiya Museum Master Kiju riding the Great Electric Seagull together, but that doesn't prove anything.

Moreover, Qi Shu has a huge fan base, so dragging her into this mess would have to be carefully considered in terms of the impact.

Chang Gongma sighed; this job was really difficult.

Quanshu has no relatives. His only grandfather passed away a few months ago, and he rushed back to handle the funeral arrangements. There's nothing wrong with that.

His private life was also very clean; he had almost no close contact with women other than Nazi.

If we had to point out a problem, it would undoubtedly be that he lived and ate with Nazi, cohabiting without being married.

But this is not a flaw that can be attacked; it will only attract more public interest.

Furthermore, Nagayoshi Ma felt that his gaze would linger a little longer on certain scantily clad women when he was shopping, but he couldn't find any evidence to prove it.

Besides, it's not illegal to look at it.

As the release date of "Ratatouille" drew closer, Nagayoshi Masa finally couldn't hold back any longer; if he continued to wait, he would lose his head.

Since the spring tree has no black spots, let's create black spots.

"Boss, we've found the person."

Naga Kyoma's gaze fell on a scantily clad woman.

Her tight-fitting halter dress was stretched taut by her voluptuous curves, the fabric creating a deep arc at the waist and hip joint.

"call!"

The heavily made-up woman exhaled a puff of white smoke, discarded the cigarette butt, and extinguished it with her high heels.

Her voice was alluring and high-pitched: "The mission is to lure a young lad to a hotel, right?"

"Yes, I'll pay you another 500,000 after it's done."

Chang Gongma disgustedly avoided the cloud of smoke. She was a prostitute in the red-light district, and her prices were already quite high.

When Chang Gongma inquired about the price for the first time, he even suspected that the guy's giant tongue shell was inlaid with gold.

But you get what you pay for; her face is a 7/10, but her figure is undeniably hot.

Judging from the lecherous looks in his underlings' eyes, you can tell how alluring this guy is to men.

"It's best to go to a hotel. If that's too difficult, you can lure him to a dark alley."