Nancy sniffed, and her tears immediately stopped.
Blinking her eyes.
"What's so interesting?"
Natsuhiko pressed his temples.
Why would Giovanni release her without proper training? It's just causing trouble for others.
Little did they know.
There isn't anyone in Team Rocket aside from Giovanni who can keep Nancy in check.
She disappears constantly, it's a common occurrence.
After all, who can keep an eye on someone who can use "Instant Movement" at will?
Natsuhiko gave Bewear a look, signaling it could let go.
Any further pressure, and Espeon would suffocate.
Bewear nodded and released Espeon.
"There are a few good Pokémon in the water." Natsuhiko thought for a moment but said anyway.
"In the water?"
Nancy shook her head.
She seemed to have some negative shadows from the earlier Wishiwashi school.
"By the way, I still don't know your name. You're a Pokemon Hunter, right? But your Pokémon is so interesting." Nancy looked at the expressionless Bewear, her red eyes full of curiosity.
"It's called Kapu Bear."
Natsuhiko casually said and then headed with Bewear and Snorlax to the lakeside.
Looking at the now tranquil lake surface, he pondered something.
"Kapu Bear?"
With a flash, Nancy appeared beside Natsuhiko.
"And you?"
"Natsuka."
"Are you one of the twenty-six seats in the Hunter Guild?"
"No."
"Eh? No? But your Snorlax and Kapu Bear don't seem weak."
Natsuhiko couldn't help looking at her, a sweat drop forming on his forehead.
"Do you always talk this much?"
Seeing Nancy today almost overturned Natsuhiko's impression of her as a cold, vicious, tall figure, curvaceous, wearing black stockings.
Apart from also wearing black stockings, how are you similar at all?
Upon hearing this.
Nancy lowered her gaze.
Her fingers gently played with a blade of grass by the lakeside.
"Others don't dare talk to me."
Thinking about it.
With such strong superpowers, turning others into dolls at a whim, who would dare speak to her?
Saying too much would only lead to mistakes. One might end up a doll if things go wrong.
Better to avoid her while one still can.
In fact, Natsuhiko's initial impression of her was just like this; upon recognizing her, his first thought was to run away.
This led to Nancy having almost no friends.
Her friends were those dolls.
Those who could listen to her talk freely, letting her express her inner feelings without worry.
Even her father looked at her as if she were a freak, steering clear of her.
This led to a vicious cycle.
The less people dared to speak to Nancy, the more she turned them into dolls, making her even more feared and isolated.
The first person Nancy met who could communicate well with her was Giovanni.
That's why Nancy became a cadre of Team Rocket, obediently following Giovanni's orders.
Otherwise.
With superpowers as strong as hers, she really had little respect for ordinary people, so how did Giovanni manage to win her over?
Of course, Giovanni's extremely charismatic personality was also a crucial factor.
Meeting Natsuhiko today.
He's a Superpower User.
Though a bit fierce, at least he wasn't afraid of her, which made Nancy very happy.
Hence, she couldn't control her words.
Hearing Nancy's words, Natsuhiko was a bit surprised.
He withdrew his gaze to look at the lonely little girl squatting by the lake.
After all, she's just a child.
Her situation made her even less aware of social customs, making her even more like a child.
"What about your parents?" Natsuhiko asked.
Although Natsuhiko knew about Nancy's parents, he still asked.
Because he was curious.
If Nancy's character is as it is now, could it be that her mother was turned into a doll?
If so, Natsuhiko would still maintain the attitude he had before with Nancy.
Keeping a respectful distance.
Anyone who could turn their own mother into a doll, no matter how powerful their ability or strength, is ultimately a ticking time bomb.
If not.....
Nancy pursed her lips.
"Mom was sick, so I turned her into a doll. That way, she can always be with me. Dad doesn't understand me, calling me a monster..."
Her mother was Nancy's first doll, and also her most treasured one.
She kept it well-preserved on a chair in her collection room.
"Sick?" Natsuhiko frowned.
"Yeah." Nancy nodded, "Others can't feel it, but I saw it. Mom would die, and I wanted to protect her. This is the safest way."
"Future Sight?" Natsuhiko asked tentatively.
Nancy did have such an ability.
If Nancy wasn't lying, then she indeed had the ability to see things others couldn't.
Otherwise.
Why didn't Nancy turn her father into a doll as well?
Only her mother?
Even if her father was a Superpower User, Natsuhiko believed she was capable of doing it.
"Probably...yes. I occasionally see some strange images, but there've been fewer of them recently."
Natsuhiko nodded.
The image of Nancy in his mind became more complete.
Because he chose to believe Nancy's words.
If it wasn't like this, many things wouldn't make sense.
Natsuhiko remembered seeing a photo once, of a young Nancy happily taking a picture with her parents.
Nancy back then was probably about four or five years old.
With her talent in superpowers, she was likely very strong even then.
Yet she could still laugh so happily with her parents.
Indicating that the rumors that Nancy was introverted from a young age were unfounded.
"They all say I'm a monster." Nancy clenched her pink fists, her fists enveloped in a greenish glow of superpowers.
Then she revealed a sly smile like a little devil, "So I turned them all into dolls, and no one dares to say anything again."
Natsuhiko: "..."
But, to be honest.
This thought is actually very logical.
Putting yourself in someone else's shoes for a moment.
If Natsuhiko were Nancy, he might even do something more extreme.
Turning dark is minor.
To grow up so much under numerous looks that view her as a monster, Nancy only developing an odd character is very impressive in terms of tolerance.
Clap!
Nancy's head lowered.
She felt a warmth on her head that she hadn't experienced for a long, long time.
It was Natsuhiko.
His palm on Nancy's head.
Then he gently ruffled her hair.
"Then turn all those who bully you into dolls," Natsuhiko said with a smile.
He always.
Didn't see himself as a good person.
The role he played now also wasn't one of a good person.
No need for that cliché of being bullied yet still smiling kindly.
That's not being human.
That's being a saint.
That's the protagonist from an anime.
Like in an anime Natsuhiko once read.
There's a character named Taizi Ming, whose parents died protecting the village. So from a young age, he had no family, saved by villagers mocking and cold towards him for ten years, eating stale food and drinking expired milk, yet still protecting that pathetic village in the end.
It's just absurd.
Regular people should act accordingly, joy and sorrow are normal human reactions.
No need to force oneself to be a saint.
Nancy's red eyes sparkled with tiny stars.
"Really? You feel the same way?"
Natsuhiko nodded.
"But if it's someone who hasn't done anything wrong or just made minor mistakes, there's no need to be overly critical."
There's a need for a line between right and wrong here.
Nancy lacked a clear guideline currently, which is why she scared people.
"Mm..."
Nancy thoughtfully nodded.
"Your words resemble someone I know."
"Who?"
Natsuhiko looked at her with a mix of surprise.
Is there anyone else with equally sensible views?
"Uncle Giovanni." Nancy showed a look of admiration.
Natsuhiko's expression froze.
Giovanni....
Uncle?
"I'll introduce you when there's a chance, Uncle Giovanni will definitely like you."
Nancy said with the wisdom of an old soul as she patted Natsuhiko's shoulder.