There is a Pokéball discarded on the Route you were travelling across, its casing scratched and the paint roughed off to reveal a metallic underside. It shakes on the occasion, then returns to being still. As you kneel down to poke at it, the Pokéball begins to shake violently, until it flings open. In a blast of light, the Pokémon from within comes out, its form taking shape as the light slowly fades from view. Standing there, is...

A Chimchar, its arms outstretched for a big hug, while its mouth is curled up in an innocent smile. It blinks upon seeing you, however, and its arms flop back by its sides. Chimchar looks around frantically, utterly confused, whilst scratching its head.

"Hiko..? Hizaru, ko!"