Afternoon.
Since Kimia's airship hadn't been damaged as it had in the original story,
Clemont began researching how to remove the Capture Bands from Volcanion and Ash.
"One more day, huh..."
Baimu thought idly.
He desperately wanted Jarvis to hurry up and arrive so he could take him down in one fell swoop. Unfortunately, that lot seemed to need more time to prepare.
He might as well go spend some time with Ash.
Inside the cavern, where the view stretched far and wide,
Clemont was trying to cut the bands apart with an electric saw. But the things were so tough that the blade's teeth had worn down without making a dent.
"What a headache..."
He pushed up his glasses, looking troubled.
Volcanion glanced at Baimu and said through Telepathy, "Can you do it or not? I say we just blow the things apart—"
"Wouldn't that put Ash in danger? Let me think of something else!" Clemont frowned in concentration.
"Tch! Useless!"
Volcanion was as sharp-tongued as ever, leaving everyone there awkward and speechless.
Baimu sat on a jutting rock and beckoned to Pikachu.
Having met Ash and his friends,
one of the things he most wanted to do was give that chubby electric mouse a thorough mauling... No, he meant the beloved Pikachu, of course.
Pikachu had looked cute in the anime.
In person, Pikachu was even cuter.
"Pika?"
Pikachu flicked his big ears, not quite understanding what Baimu wanted. He came over curiously, only to be scooped up. "Pika!"
He panicked a little, tiny sparks crackling from his Electric Sacs.
But he soon melted under Baimu's remarkably practiced hands.
Spending time with Wallace and Juan, two Top Coordinators, had helped more than just Baimu's Pokémon grow. Baimu had improved too.
If his massage skills had once been intermediate,