At some point during school, everyone has likely entered a certain type of math problem:
A swimming pool is being filled with water while simultaneously being drained. How long will it take for the pool to be emptied?
The first time Natsume came across this kind of question, he was genuinely curious—just what kind of lunatic would e up with su irrational sario that defies normal human logic?
Now, it seemed like he was fag a real-life version of that problem.
“Its injuries are severe, no doubt about that.”
“But more importantly, there’s a strange energy ed around it, tinuously dragging its dition down.”
To Natsume’s eyes, this Absol was just like that swimming pool—being healed and drai the same time.
With the bined effects of hyper potion sprays, pokéblocks, and nutrient supplements, its dition shouldn’t be this bad. It might not make a full recovery instantly, but at the very least, it should have regained sciousness by now.
Yet, instead of improving, the Absol’s dition was still deteriorating. Its expression remaiwisted in pain, showing no signs of waking up.
“Should we take it to the Pokémoer in town?”
Mei, feeling a little helpless, suggested the most logical course of a.
After all, none of the Pokémon in her current team had healing abilities, nor did she carry any particurly potent medie.
She had seen the medie Slowking used earlier—it was a high-quality type, simir to what she usually used herself.
A, even after Slowking generously emptied aire bottle onto Absol’s wounds, it had no effect. If that wasn’t w, theruly had no idea what else to do.
At this point, she figured it was best not to interfere.
Many situatioe because someone decides to act without fully uanding the problem.
Like attempting CPR on someoh a punctured chest wound.
Are y to save them, or finish them off?
“I’ll give it a try first.”
Natsume her agreed nor refused Mei’s suggestion.
As blunt as it might sound, the Pokémoer in town wasly top-tier.
It was just a standard facility in a small, ordinary town.
The fact that it even had a Pokémoer at all was a testament to Jadeleaf’s well-developed infrastructure.
For routine check-ups and minor injuries, it was fine. But for something like this? The medical staff there might not have aer solutions than he did.
So, he decided to try first. If it didn’t work, they could always take Absol to the ter a someone else figure it out.
At least he would have done his best.
“Try…?”
Mei tilted her head slightly, fused but intrigued.
She watched as Natsume’s sapphire-blue eyes began to shimmer with a soft green light.
The power of Viridian gathered in his hands, its emerald glow radiating an aura of pure life energy.
Us influehe grass around them flourished at an unnatural speed.
Tiny blossoms sprouted among the weeds, unfolding their petals in silent bloom.
“This is…”
Mei instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes wide with astonishment.
She knew psychics existed, of course.
But this was the first time she had ever seen one in real life.
And wasn’t it a universal rule that all psychics started by bending spoons?
So why did Natsume’s abilities look more like something out of Green Lantern?
Or was he some kind of born-to-farm divine prodigy?
A dozeions swirled through her mind at once.
But beyond curiosity, there was also a subtle, indescribable feeling in her heart.
After all, Natsume had chosen to reveal his abilities in front of her.
Did that mearusted her?
Girls tend to be sensitive to these things.
But Natsume was too focused to notice.
Encased in the green glow, his hand slowly reached out toward Absol.
The infusion of life energy stabilized the worsening dition almost instantly—but that was merely a side effect of what he was trying to do.
He cleared his mind of distras, fog entirely on searg Absol’s body for what he knew must be there.
There it is.
At that moment, Natsume felt it.
A deep, lingeriment mixed with fear.
This energy wasn’t particurly strong, but its nature was unmistakable.
It g to Absol’s body, gnawing away at its vitality.
Preventing it from healing.
Dragging it further into dee.
But this was as far as it would go.
With a final surge of Viridian’s power, the curse-like presence quietly dissipated.
“Hah…”
As the green light faded, Natsume wiped at his forehead—though there wasn’t any actual sweat.
For him, this wasn’t any more exhausting than rolling around in bed with his shiny Furret after a meal.
Not tiring at all, really.
“Is it… better now?”
Mei hesitated, gng at Absol.
There was something almost eerily peaceful about it now.
Uhe influence of Viridian’s power, all external injuries had vanished. Its previously pained expression was now pletely serene.
At the same time, the surrounding grass had grown so tall that it was nearly burying Absol.
Delicate white flowers swayed in the gentle breeze, standing proud.
It looked…
Like one of those ses where a hero, having fulfilled their final wish, passes aeacefully in a forest.
Surrounded by flowers and the people who cherished them.
You’re searg for Himmel, aren’t you? (Redacted.)
“It’s fine now. It should wake up soon.”
“There was a curse-like for it earlier, but I’ve dispelled it.”
Natsume offered Mei a simple expnation.
She nodded, half-uanding.
Dispelling curses…
So Natsume was actually… a Digimon?
Mei was about to ask more about his powers when Absol suddenly stirred.
Then, it slowly opes eyes.
“Sol…”
It blinked in fusion, its crimson gaze still dazed.
What… happened?
It felt… strangely fortable.
Before Absol could make sense of its situation, it notiatsume aanding nearby.
And, further back, Slowking—who had been diligently pying the role of an invisible background character.
“Sol?”
Did you save me?
For a moment, Absol was surprisingly calm.
It seemed like the type to have a naturally steady temperament.
“Yes. My name is Natsume, and this is Mei.”
“Did something happen to you?”
“You were iy bad shape just now.”
Natsume studied Absol curiously.
Earlier, Slowking had secretly told him through telepathy that there was something unusual about this Absol.
So, he was more than willing to hear what it had to say.
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