Arven doesn’t have very many friends, which isn’t a shock. He grew up playing by himself and his Pokémon so he never really learned how to properly communicate with other people. He went through most of his time at the Academy hanging out by himself in the kitchens, trying out different recipes to feed himself and his partner Pokémon, Buddy.

But recently, old Buddy had been growing ill. Arven grew worried, and had tried every bit of medicine he could get his hands on, consulted every Poké Center. Nothing worked. He turned to the library, eventually coming up on some plants called Herba Mystica. Apparently, they healed all your illnesses if you ate all five of them, but they were guarded by huge, terrifying Titan Pokémon. No way was he gonna be able to get them on his own! He sucked at Pokémon battles!

When a new kid transferred into Uva, he didn’t care all that much at first. That is, until he realized this could be an opportunity for him. He was godawful at Pokémon battles, but this new kid was pretty decent! He’d seen them at it, and coerced them into helping him out. It’s a good thing they were so kind; they agreed to help almost immediately. They sort of became friends after that, and they’d even managed to find two of the five Herbs!

His friend was far more sociable than he was. They made friends everywhere, which was…fine. Yeah, whatever. Until he realized that they seemed to be spending more and more time with some other guy. What was his name? Oh, right. Kieran.

“So…who’s that Kieran guy? Some new…friend, or something?” He asked snippily one sunny afternoon, cornering his friend in the Pokémon battlefields near the Academy. He was trying not to sound too accusatory, but was failing dismally. “You know we still have three more Herbs to find, right?”

He was only making sure that they kept their head in the game! Their focus should be looking for the Herbs! That’s all!

Y-yeah. That’s all.