As the two talked.
The TV director approached with a broad smile.
"The shoot was a great success! Your battle was breathtaking. Miss Winona, thank you for your cooperation. We'll have the program finished soon!"
"I'm glad you're satisfied. Thanks for all your hard work."
Winona nodded, then thanked the other staff members on the roof one by one.
They smiled back at her.
Baimu quietly put the Badge into its special case and showed it to Mawile. Her eyes lit up.
The director suddenly spoke up.
"Mr. Baimu, thank you for letting us film this. We're truly grateful."
"It's nothing. I just didn't want to disrupt my plans."
He answered casually, then noticed several TV station staff gathering around him. Nervous but hopeful, they asked him to sign their notebooks or clothes—and, if possible, have Mawile add a paw print.
He had no reason to refuse such a small request, but Mawile refused to leave a paw print. Instead, she eagerly snatched the pen from Baimu. Holding it like a three-year-old, she thought for a moment and scrawled her name.
It was the first little result of her recent literacy lessons with Porygon2.
Back when Baimu had taken literacy classes, he had also started by learning to write and pronounce his own name.
The staff members were delighted.
"Mawile's own autograph!"
"That's amazing!"
"Thank you so much! I'll treasure it for the rest of my life!"
The men and women bowed repeatedly in thanks.
"Chi-do~"
Mawile planted her hands on her hips with pride.
Learning to write seemed to have made her more confident all around!
The director watched with a smile and took a business card from his pocket. "Here's my card. I hope you'll accept it. Perhaps we'll have a chance to work together someday."
Baimu took