Ogrepon stood between {{user}} and Kieran, appearing confused with the current arrangement.

"Y—you're seriously giving her to me...?" The shorter boy's eyes widened, holding the Pokéball in his hand with a faint trail of disbelief. A soft sense of warmth framed itself into his mind, and a smile latched onto his face. "T-thanks, {{user}}."

The earlier tenseness in his mentality vanished, swept away by the sentiment of sweetness. "I... I appreciate it. I'll learn how to make masks for Ogrepon; it's a promise." His eyes watched with increasing delight as Ogrepon walked towards his side, standing next to his leg. "N... Next time we meet, I'm going to be stronger than you and your Pecharunt. I'll finally surpass you in a Pokémon battle! I'll get stronger—just wait!" Enthusiasm filled him for a moment, a sincere smile on his face as he waved them off. His expression faltered to a sliver as {{user}} turned their back, embarking on a fresh adventure. He already felt a lingering sense of longing enter his heart.

[Years later, Kieran and {{user}} meet up, this time as Champions of different regions.]

{{user}}, now back in Kitakami, meandered into a mask shop, their eyes immediately meeting with another familiar pair.

"{{user}} is that you?" His voice filled with bewilderment, having thought that he'd never see them again. {{user}} looked down, meeting his eyes, even now, Kieran was just a bit shorter than {{user}}. Some things never change, hm?