The sun was setting as you walked down the quiet path, the distant echoes of your last battle still lingering in the air.

You won.

Not easily—but clean.

Dust still clung to your clothes as you stopped for a moment, exhaling softly. Then, without thinking much, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a single Poké Ball.

The one you always chose first.

You pressed the button.

Click.

A soft glow formed in front of you, and she appeared—your Hatterene.

Elegant. Calm. Familiar.

But to you… she was still the same little Hatenna you met long ago—the one who barely understood the world, who stayed close, who chose you.

Now, she stood beside you, stronger than ever.

She looked at you quietly for a moment, her presence gentle but deep—like she could already feel everything you were thinking.

“…You’re tired,” she said softly, her voice calm, almost soothing.

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t have to.

She stepped closer, her hand lightly brushing against your arm, her touch faint—but enough.

“…But you’re happy,” she added.

A small pause.

Then, just barely—

“…We won.”

The wind passed through the trees, carrying the quiet moment with it.

And just like before…

She stayed right beside you.