The morning light spilled through the large windows of the Pokémon Center, casting soft golden hues across the tiled floor. Mira stretched as she sat up in bed, feeling the warmth of the sun on her face. Today was important—not just because she was registering for the Castelia Contest, but because she had one more task to complete before stepping onto the competition stage.
She needed to pick up her False Swipe TM from the PokéMart.
Her heart thrummed with excitement as she thought about the possibilities. False Swipe would allow her to safely capture Pokémon without knocking them out—an essential tool for her growing research.
"Alright, team," Mira said, stretching her arms. "Let's grab our TM and then head to the Contest Hall."
Snivy hopped onto the windowsill, eyeing the bustling city below with an expression of calm determination. Petilil swayed happily at Mira's side, her leaves rustling with excitement, while Scout, ever eager, let out a bark and wagged his tail.
After a quick breakfast, Mira adjusted her bag and stepped onto the crowded streets of Castelia. The city was already alive with energy—street vendors calling out, trainers hurrying between buildings, and flocks of Pidove fluttering between towering skyscrapers. The scent of fresh pastries from a nearby bakery mingled with the salty air drifting in from the harbor.
Navigating the streets, Mira soon spotted the blue-roofed PokéMart tucked between two larger buildings. The automatic doors whooshed open as she stepped inside.
A friendly-looking clerk greeted her with a bright smile. "Welcome! How can I help you today?"
Mira reached into her bag, retrieving her Pokédex and flipping it open. The screen blinked to life, displaying her Trainer ID—a digital badge embossed with her name, Mira Rosemary, her Trainer Rank, and a small animated icon of Snivy, her first registered Pokémon.
"I have a TM waiting for pickup—False Swipe from Professor Juniper," she said, holding up the Pokédex for verification.
The clerk scanned the screen and nodded. "Ah! I see it here. Give me just a second."
He disappeared behind the counter before returning with a small, case-wrapped TM. The sleek black box was labeled with the move name and a brief description of its function.
"Here you go! One TM False Swipe, courtesy of Professor Juniper," the clerk said, handing it over.
Mira took the case carefully, her fingers tracing over the label. She had already decided which Pokémon on her team would benefit from this move. With a nod of thanks, she exited the PokéMart and found a quiet spot near a bench outside to apply the TM.
Scout´s POV
Inside the Poké Ball, Scout felt it immediately—a shift, a change, something rewriting itself within him. A pulse of new knowledge and instinct flooded his muscles, like a scent trail suddenly appearing where there had been none before. His paws tingled, as if energy was being woven into his very bones.
It wasn't painful. But it was… strange.
He had felt this before, in training—new moves learned through trial, practice, and repetition. But this? This move wasn't something he had to struggle to understand. It was simply there, already part of him.
His claws tingled, and a new awareness settled into his senses—a sharpness, not physical, but instinctual. Before, his Tackle had been all about momentum, barreling forward without hesitation. His Bite was raw and fierce, driven by instinct.
But False Swipe was different.
It wasn't about force. It was about control. About knowing exactly when to stop.
When Mira released him, the world felt different. Scout blinked, adjusting, then shook himself out, his fur fluffing up before settling neatly again. He flexed his paws, feeling the balance between power and restraint in his muscles. His claws felt sharper, more precise, but when he lifted one and swiped lightly at the ground, the dirt barely shifted, a clean, controlled mark left in its place.
Not too much. Not too little. Just enough.
He glanced up at Mira, ears twitching.
"How do you feel?" she asked, crouching beside him.
Scout let out a bark—but it wasn't his usual excited, bounding yip. It was quieter, more measured. He wasn't just reacting—he was processing, testing the limits of what had changed.
He sniffed his own paw, his nose twitching as if to confirm what his body already knew. This move would never let him go too far, never overwhelm an opponent. He would always hold back at the last second.
Mira smiled knowingly. "That's False Swipe. You'll be able to weaken wild Pokémon without knocking them out completely. It's a move that requires precision."
Precision.
Scout blinked, looking at his paws again. He was small, smaller than most Lillipup, but this made him perfect for the move. He had always been fast, but now he was fast and accurate.
Mira ran a hand through his fur, ruffling the thick fluff behind his ears. "You're smaller than average, but that just means you'll be even better at quick, controlled attacks."
Scout perked up at that. Better.
He wasn't just fast anymore. He was precise. And that made him special.
His tail wagged once, short, deliberate. He understood.
Mira chuckled. "Alright, let's put it to the test."
Scout stepped forward, ready.
Normal POV
Mira led her team to Castelia Park, a lush green space nestled in the city's heart. The contrast between towering skyscrapers and the gentle sway of trees gave the area a unique charm. The hum of the city softened here, replaced by the chirping of Pokémon hidden among the greenery.
Spotting a Sewaddle, a small caterpillar-like Pokémon weaving silk around a tree branch, Mira paused. She had seen Sewaddle before in books—Bug and Grass-type Pokémon that used their silk to fashion protective leaf cloaks.
"This could be interesting," Mira murmured, observing the little Pokémon. Bug-types weren't typically her first choice, but there was something about Sewaddle that felt right.
It was methodical, focused, carefully layering its silk to reinforce the leaves around it. The way it worked reminded her of the patience she and Petilil had developed through gardening. It wasn't just surviving in the city's park—it was thriving, using its surroundings creatively.
Petilil chirped in curiosity, mirroring Mira's interest. Scout, ever ready for action, gave an excited bark, already bouncing on his paws.
Mira nodded, making up her mind. "Scout, let's see if False Swipe works as well as we hope."
Scout stepped forward, his body tensed with anticipation. The Sewaddle, now aware of their presence, looked up, its beady eyes watching cautiously.
"False Swipe!" Mira called.
Scout lunged forward, his clawed paw glowing faintly as he swiped at Sewaddle with controlled precision. The Bug-type squeaked in surprise as the attack hit, but instead of being knocked out, it remained standing—just weakened enough for capture.
Perfect.
Mira quickly pulled a Poké Ball from her belt and tossed it. The red-and-white capsule absorbed Sewaddle in a flash of light, wobbled on the ground once… twice…
Click!
Mira picked up the Poké Ball, turning it over in her hands.
"Welcome to the team," she murmured with a smile before releasing Sewaddle once more.
The small Pokémon blinked up at her, tilting its head as if assessing its new trainer. Mira crouched down, offering a small piece of a berry. "You're a resilient little one. I think you'll fit in perfectly."
Sewaddle hesitated for a moment before taking the berry, chewing slowly. Petilil let out an encouraging chirp, while Snivy examined their new teammate with a scrutinizing gaze.
Mira pulled out her Pokédex, scanning the newly caught Sewaddle. The screen blinked before displaying its Pokédex entry along with additional detailed data.
Sewaddle, the Sewing Pokémon.
It makes clothes for itself by chewing up leaves and sewing them with sticky silk. If its cloak is damaged, it weaves a new one from leaves collected by its trainer.
Gender: Female
Age: Approximately 1 months old
Size (Other Quirks): Slightly smaller than average, but with thicker silk production than normal
Known Moves: Tackle, String Shot, Bug Bite, Razor Leaf
Evolution Line: Sewaddle → Swadloon → Leavanny (via high friendship)
Mira's eyes lit up as she read through the data.
That sealed it—Sewaddle was a perfect fit for her team. Not only was she a Grass-type like Petilil and Snivy, but she also had natural weaving talents that made her stand out.
Her strong silk production meant she could help with berry cultivation, reinforce delicate plant structures, and even craft silk-based accessories for future Contest performances. Leavanny—her final evolution—was known for its caretaking nature, often making clothing for both Pokémon and humans.
Even in battle, Bug Bite and Razor Leaf meant she already had a balanced offensive potential, with String Shot providing extra tactical control. Mira could already imagine creative move combinations with Snivy's Vine Whip or Petilil's Petal Blizzard, where Sewaddle's silk could enhance or control the flow of attacks.
She crouched down, brushing her fingers over Sewaddle's leafy hood.
"You're going to fit in just fine," Mira whispered warmly.
Sewaddle blinked up at her, then nuzzled her hand lightly, already sensing her trainer's excitement.
Petilil chirped happily in welcome, while Snivy studied their new teammate with calculated interest, as if already planning how they could train together.
Mira chuckled, feeling her team growing stronger—not just in battle, but in partnership and synergy.
"Alright," she said, standing up, "Let's get you checked at the Pokémon Center, and then… time to register for the Castelia Contest."