Motan instinctively shuffled backward, then ardently denied, "False perception."
Luna tugged at her messy blonde hair, her dazed blue eyes serious, "Not a false perception."
"It's a false perception."
Motan insisted.
"Not a false perception."
Luna shook her head.
"It must be a false perception."
"It's not a false perception." Luna inched forward and rummaged in her pocket, revealing a bottle of brown powder, "Even when I sprinkled this on you earlier, you remained unconscious which is unusual."
Motan was dumbfounded, "What is that?"
"This is purified Pikachu feces by a special method. It evaporates very quickly when it comes into contact with air. The effect is similar to sobering incense, but the cost is much lower," Luna shook the small bottle in her hand solemnly, "The only side effect is that the scent is very strong. One time I didn't close the door properly while purifying…"
Motan's face grew fearful: "What happened then?"