Splash—
Clear water ran over Mawile's body. The flush on her forehead and nose quickly faded, and the white steam rising from her like she had just stepped out of a sauna dispersed. She looked utterly refreshed.
"Chido~"
She let out a happy little hum.
"No matter how many times I see it, overheating from your own move... It somehow doesn't feel like Pokémon or anime."
Baimu muttered as he took out a towel to dry the dripping Mawile.
Flame Storm's heat had evaporated most of the pool, knocked out Flygon while he was racing to recover, and affected Mawile herself, who was weak to Fire-type attacks. Her temperature had risen so sharply that she could barely walk straight.
Ladylike manners had gone out the window.
He could only pick her up through his Magma Suit, and he'd had to cool her down quickly to keep her from getting heatstroke...
It was a little funny.
But that was how it was. Even Pikachu could run a high fever from eating too much electricity. Mawile was special, but she still couldn't shut out the effects of extreme heat.
Besides, that Flame Storm had been anything but ordinary. After Swords Dance, its power had surged enormously, and Sheer Force had pushed Mawile through a brief burst beyond her limits.
It had matched the power of one of her moves after Mega Evolution.
And the reason for that burst...
Her move had grown stronger because she refused to lose to her juniors? Was she the protagonist of a hot-blooded sports anime?
Running at a hundred and twenty percent, huh?
Baimu vigorously rubbed Mawile's remarkably resilient hair with the towel, then took out a small comb and straightened it.
Steel-type Pokémon really were different from ordinary Pokémon in every way. Take this hair: it