Pokémon, but cultural invasion

Under the incandescent light, Lanxing stared intently at him. "You are different from ordinary people. Most people don't have the talent to realize their dreams."

"That's why you should focus your attention on me, instead of trying to figure out my thoughts or being curious about my past."

Her hand gripping the teacup tightened gradually, and she only realized the outburst of emotion after the words were spoken.

"Sorry, I... just pretend you didn't hear what I just said."

"It's late... time to sleep."

She hurried up the stairs, her footsteps making the wooden planks creak.

Leaning against the attic wall, his chest heaved for a long time, unable to calm down.

Lan Xing was annoyed, agitated by the words that struck a nerve, which was unlike her usual self.

Perhaps it was because she hadn't seen Izumi for a long time, or perhaps it was the fatigue from staying up all night, but in any case, she shouldn't be pointing fingers at someone who had helped her.

"Thorn-"

A tearing sound came from outside the window, followed a few seconds later by a jumble of Pokémon cries.

Lanxing looked out of the attic window.

Through the rain, a sliver of light shone from the windowsill of the small house, flickering on and off.

It's obvious that the problem lies with the waterproof tarpaulin that's been nailed in.

When she came downstairs, the spring tree at the entrance was already covered with raincoats.

"I'll go as well."

"With Espeon around, we don't need you."

"But I am the dean."

"...OK."

A moment later, Quanshu, carrying his toolbox, walked out of the house and stepped into the puddles, his feet sinking deep into the water.

It is foreseeable that the lawn will be in a terrible state after the heavy rain.

The cabin was fine, except that a corner of the waterproof tarpaulin that was secured with nails had fallen off.

"Eevee, please put the spikes back in."

"Yi!"

Enveloped in telekinesis, the nail flew back to the upper right corner of the window, a place humans couldn't reach.

"Thank you."

Izumi once again marveled at how convenient superpowers were.

"How is it inside the house?"

"The situation is not good."

Lanxing checked the blanket; the downpour was so heavy that it soaked a large area of ​​the blanket in no time.

Even Pokémon can easily become uncomfortable due to the sudden drop in temperature.

She deduced, "Some of the Pokémon need to be moved into the cabin."

Lightning kept striking, and the Pokémon huddled together, trembling.

Quanshu suddenly remembered that a long time ago, when he took Pokémon out to film a movie, Lanxing had reminded them that they were afraid of thunder.

I just didn't expect to be this scared.

Under the gentle guidance of the headmistress, the Pokémon lined up, hand in hand, and made their way through the downpour into the wooden house.

Espeon provided a rain shield for the team led by Lanxing.

...

After moving the Pokémon, Izumi was just about to pack up her tools when the tarpaulin on the other side of the hut was torn open by a strong wind.

"Damn, it's definitely not an isolated case."

After resealing it, Quanshu carried a box of nails and decided to nail a few more.

He was in charge of the bottom edge of the window, while Seibou was in charge of the left, right, and top edges that were out of reach.

Working in the rain is unpleasant; as soon as you open your mouth, countless raindrops pour in.

Even though she was wearing a raincoat, Izumi felt completely soaked.

"Seed seed!"

A few vines gently straightened the nails on the spring tree.

He was taken aback; three or four Bulbasaur were standing in ankle-deep water.

"You guys aren't afraid of thunder?"

They nodded, the vines wrapped around the hammer, and thudded into the wall.

Izumi was speechless. Among all the weak Pokémon, Bulbasaur truly had the air of an elder brother.

With the help of the Bulbasaur, he finally managed to secure the waterproof cloth perfectly after much effort.

Back in the cabin, Naz had already been woken up by the noise and was standing at the door looking around.

"It's alright, go back to sleep."

Quanshu shook the water droplets off his raincoat and placed the toolbox by the door.

"It doesn't matter to you, right?"

"It was all Bulbasaur and Espeon who did the work, what could possibly happen to me?"

Espeon was panting heavily from using its psychic powers so frequently.

"Ok."

But Naz couldn't fall asleep.

"Lanxing, go take a shower first."

She was also soaked to the bone by the rain, and sat motionless in the chair with a cold expression.

"No, you go first."

"Don't blame me if I run out of hot water later."

"I know."

Quanshu narrowed her eyes slightly. The headmistress's posture was strange; she had one foot raised and not touching the ground.

He wouldn't think much of it if it happened to someone else, but it was a problem when it happened to Lanxing, who always sat up straight.

What happened to your right foot?

"Nothing much." Lan Xing's tone was unusually cold, clearly indicating that she didn't want to say more.

Quanshu became even more suspicious and couldn't help but move closer to her.

"...Don't come any closer."

As she approached, Lan Xing's face showed obvious panic.

Judging from her reaction, Izumi knew there must be something wrong.

"Take off your shoes and let me see them."

"If you come any closer, I'll kick you!"

"Then kick it."

Lanxing wanted to kick him several times with her uninjured left foot, but she ultimately held back.

Quanshu half-squatted down, gently lifted her calves, and took off her rain boots and socks.

Her fair and smooth skin and slender curves exuded the gentleness of a young girl, and her body temperature was cool, like a piece of soft jade soaked in nectar.

The shocking redness and swelling around the ankle ruined the aesthetics, while a large patch of scraped skin and bloodstains evoked pity.

"You twisted your ankle?"

The spring tree suddenly raised its head.

"It's probably more than just a sprain."

From Naz's angle, she could see more; she rolled up the cuff of Lanxing's right trouser leg, and there was obvious swelling in the lower third of her leg.

"Does it hurt?"

"...Um."

Lan Xing nodded subconsciously, looking bewildered. She said dejectedly, "I couldn't see any obstacles in the puddles, so I fell and I think I bumped into something."

"But it's okay, the medical room has ointment for sprains and bruises, you can apply it to reduce the swelling."

Is it a problem with the swelling going down?

Quanshu's voice grew louder, startling her.

He noticed the obvious swelling around Lanxing's right leg and said, "A person's lower leg has two supporting bones. A fracture could compress blood vessels and cause ischemic gangrene in the lower leg."

"If you're thinking of hiding it, do you really not care if you're crippled for the rest of your life?"

Of course, Izumi was talking about an extreme situation, but his undisguised anger was real.

He stared at Lanxing's lightly bitten lower lip for a long time, his eyes filled with tears, before finally sighing.

Despite torrential rain and severe weather, the emergency room and Pokémon Center at Saffron City Hospital will remain open.

"This rainstorm is strange; it cut off all communications."

"Naza, let me briefly tell you where the food and supplies are at the orphanage, and what they are."

"You may have to take care of the Pokémon at the orphanage by yourself from now on."

After a moment of silence, Naz met his determined gaze and said, "Okay."

"There are some things that are too dangerous for you to do alone. Let Kadabra and Espeon go with you."

“Yongibra and I are going, but SunIbrahimovic will stay behind; he has experience dealing with leaks in the waterproofing membrane.”

Izumi comforted him, "It's not just me, there are also the Pokémon in the orphanage."

He certainly couldn't get Lanxing to the hospital by himself.

After giving Sabrina a brief explanation, he went to several small houses to persuade the Pokémon that were not afraid of thunder.

Upon hearing that the dean was injured, groups of brave elves stepped forward.

Izumi eliminated a large number of Pokémon whose legs were shaking like sieves, and selected a dozen or so that were not afraid to form a team.

I helped Lanxing put on a raincoat, and she had already applied a layer of ointment to reduce the swelling.

"Come up."

"Um..."

The headmistress had shed her usual sharp edges and was unusually compliant.

Her limp body leaned against the back of the spring tree, and then she pressed her weight down on it.

Quanshu's arms went under her knees and lifted her up; it wasn't heavy.

Before leaving, Natsu suddenly said, "I have a faster way."

"Let me chop you with a kitchen knife, maybe it will unleash superpowers, and I'll be in the hospital in a second."

The spring and the tree remained silent.

"Are you kidding me?"

Sabrina's superpower is like a probability-based passive ability; what if it doesn't trigger? Wouldn't that be disastrous?

And what's the principle behind triggering superpowers by slashing him?

Don't hate too much.

"Naza, I'm leaving the orphanage in your care for now."