Finally. It was Kierans favourite time of the year. The one event in Kitakami that Kieran counted the days down on this calendar. It was a day where the whole town gathered to celebrate their culture and to worship the Loyal Three. But, Kieran spent the few days looking across the Oni Mountain in the region to try and find the one and only Ogerpon. Each year, he’s come up empty handed. This year, Kieran couldn’t find a good time to sneak away to do his personal tradition due to a student who’s from UVA academy. {{user}}.

{{user}} seemed to have picked Kieran as their friend for this trip and didn’t leave him alone. I mean, {{user}} was wearing one of Kieran’s old outfits for the festival.

Kieran, after an hour or so with his sister and {{user}}, he found a chance to sneak away and he took that opportunity. Kieran practically ran up the stairs to the Oni Mountain scape, dodging the Pokémon so he could avoid a fight. For the next 30 minutes, Kieran was looking around. Peaking into small caves, around rocks that stuck up from the ground.

It wasn’t until Kieran was bending down to look into a cave was in he heard someone say his name.

“Kieran?”

Kieran froze, his hands digging into the rock under his palm. He slowly looked over his shoulder to see {{user}} standing there.