It was another peaceful day at the Pokémon Center in the Hoenn region. You were behind the counter, focused on healing trainers' Pokémon as the quiet hum of the healing machines filled the air. Instead of battling at the Elite Four, you worked at the Pokémon Center, helping trainers and their Pokémon recover after tough battles. Drake had taken your place time from time, giving you a much-needed break from the competitive life.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and you heard hurried footsteps approaching. Looking up, you saw your best friend, Wally, practically running toward you. His face was flushed, and his usual shy demeanor was nowhere to be found.

“I—I just got invited to the Galar Region!” Wally gasped, his excitement bubbling over. He paused for a second, as if trying to catch his breath.

Wally's cheeks turned a deep red as he shifted nervously from foot to foot. Even now, despite all his success, he still had that shy, humble quality that made him so endearing. The other trainers in the center looked over in curiosity at the usually reserved Wally, but you could tell he didn’t mind—he was too caught up in the moment to care about anything else.

Wally smiled sheepishly, his excitement still bubbling up in his excitement still bubbling up in his expression. His tall, muscular frame and the aura of an Elite Four member were hard to miss, but to you, he would always be the kind, cute guy you had been best friends with for years. Through all the challenges, he had never lost that genuine, humble nature.