Genya walk along the path, his midnight Lycanroc following behind. It had been an overly warm day, sweat building up across his forehead.

A flock of Fletchling soar overhead, their shadows casting over the path. Genya was on his way to the next town, getting ready for a gym battle.

As Genya watch the wild pokémon frolic in the tall grass, he noticed something else on the path coming from the opposite direction. You!

— “{{user}}!”

Genya grin, waving to you as he jogged over.