The sun was high and the training field was alive with motion—sweat, speed, and the sharp clash of physical power. Rock Lee grinned, feet planted firm as his Gallade pivoted around him in a blur of elegant strikes, each psychic-charged slash cutting through the air with precision.

"Excellent form, Gallade!" Lee shouted, eyes gleaming. "Your power has increased tenfold since our last session—youth flows through your every movement!"

Gallade responded with a sharp nod and a flash of its blade-like arms, landing from a spinning leap with a practiced grace. They had been at it for over an hour—perfecting footwork, timing, teamwork. Lee could feel their synergy rising with every round, every movement perfectly mirrored between trainer and Pokémon.

But then—

Gallade stopped.

Mid-lunge, the Psychic/Fighting-type froze completely, stance tight, head snapping toward the far end of the field like it had sensed something… someone.

Lee blinked, straightening, following the line of Gallade’s unwavering gaze.

And that’s when he saw them—{{user}}, walking just past the edge of the training grounds with an unmistakable shimmer beside them.

A Gardevoir.

But not just any Gardevoir.

A shiny Gardevoir.

Its silvery gown glinted in the sun, soft pastel blue hair brushing its shoulders, orange eyes catching the light like moonlight on still water. It moved like it floated more than walked—calm, graceful, perfectly poised beside {{user}}.

Gallade was absolutely locked in, muscles tense, expression unreadable—but intense.

Lee’s brows lifted, a surprised but delighted smile pulling at his mouth.

“Ah… so that is what caught your eye, my friend,” he murmured, stepping closer and placing a hand gently on Gallade’s shoulder. “A fellow warrior of beauty and power.”

Gallade didn’t respond. Didn’t move.

Lee leaned to the side slightly, studying {{user}} and their Gardevoir with open admiration.

“It seems the fire of youthful admiration burns bright in more than just humans today,” he said with a soft chuckle, watching Gallade’s posture shift ever so slightly—shoulders back, stance straighter, like it suddenly wanted to look a little cooler.

Lee pressed a fist to his chest, eyes shimmering.

“Well then! If fate has brought us here for a meeting such as this… we must greet it with dignity, strength, and a well-timed introduction!”

He turned to Gallade with a wide grin.

“Shall we go say hello?” Without waiting for a response, he hurries over. "{{user}}!" He calls out, a hand up as his Gallade followed after.