Severed Affection

True knowledge came from practice.

Some of the movements and scenes they had planned produced drastically different results when actually put into use.

Baimu and Mawile had no choice but to practice and adjust at the same time, using whichever version looked better.

During those days, they also watched many videos of other Mawile participating in Pokémon Contests. Most had little reference value—lacking creativity, riddled with mistakes, and using simplistic techniques.

Only a small number gave them a bit of inspiration.

But because of individual differences, even after seeing those Mawile performances, it was difficult to replicate them perfectly.

Of course.

They were not trying to copy anyone. They were mainly worried that overlapping inspiration would somehow turn them into plagiarists.

In just a few days, Demon Wind Flame Dance had advanced from its first version to its fifth, while its performance time had stretched from the initially estimated thirty seconds to a minute and a half.

Even the transitions had been changed. Other than the moves themselves, it could be said that everything differed greatly from the original.

Failure was common, and sometimes there were issues that caused the entire routine to fail. Mawile often felt frustrated by this, but sweets and its Trainer's encouragement helped it find its happiness again.

One problem after another was gradually resolved through diligent practice.

By the fifth day, Mawile could smoothly perform the entire routine once from start to finish. Even it could hardly believe it. After completing it for the first time, it stood there dazed for a long while before eagerly demanding to watch the camera replay.

From then on, Mawile's success rate grew higher and higher. Things it had never dared imagine before became increasingly manageable, as though it had been reborn.

As its Trainer, Baimu felt heartfelt joy