Ogerpoated, gng at the persistent young trainer blog their way. They hadn’t e to town to battle, but it seemed there was no other way to proceed. Ogerpon exged a look with Dragonite and Gholdengo, both of whom seemed equally perplexed by the situation.

  “Pon…” (Let’s just get this over with…) Ogerpon muttered to itself. It reached up to adjust the Eevee mask and mimicked the nod of a human trainer agreeing to a battle.

  Seeing the masked trainer’s aowledgment, the boy’s face lit up with excitement. Without hesitation, he pulled a Poké Ball from his pocket and raised it high.

  “Thank you! Please, let’s have a good match!” he said, the enthusiasm clear in his voice.

  Ogerpon, trying to act the part, extes hand forward awkwardly, as if issuing a challenge. Dragoood beside it, fused for a moment, until Ogerpon’s gaze shifted to it expetly. Realizing what was happening, Drago out a determined roar and stepped forward, taking its p the battlefield.

  “Aoow!” (I’m ready!) Dragonite roared, stomping its foot for emphasis.

  The boy hesitated for a moment, a puzzled look crossing his face. Something about the masked trainer seemed off. Was it their sileheir oddly hesitant movements? He couldn’t help but ask, “Um… you not talk?”

  Ogerpon froze, unsure how to respond. After a brief pause, it simply shook its head.

  The boy’s eyes widened. “Oh! I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean to be rude!” he apologized, bowing his head quickly. “I didn’t know.”

  Ogerpon waved its hands dismissively, signaling that it wasn’t offended and urging him to start the battle. The boy straightened, still somewhat u eager to proceed.

  “Alright the’s have a great match!” he said, leading them to a nearby battle square in the ter of the bustling town.

  Trainer culture thrived in this world, and public battlefields were a oure in towns and cities to aodate passing trainers. The square they arrived at was already surrounded by a handful of onlookers curious about the masked trainer and their imposing Dragonite.

  Standing at one end of the battlefield, Ogerpon tried to mimiaoki’s stance as best as it could, while Dragoook its position on the field, flexing its wings fidently. Across from them, the boy held his Poké Ball high, brimming with excitement.

  “Alright, let’s get started!” he called out. “Go, my friend! Dahrough the waves with elegance!”

  With a brilliant fsh of light, the Poké Ball released a Pokémon onto the battlefield. A, blue-bodied Pokémon with flowihers and a graceful stance emerged—it was a Quaxwell, its feathers glistening as it struck a poised dancer’s pose.

  “Your move!” the boy decred, graciously giving the first turn to the masked trainer. He watched closely, curious about how the silent trainer would and their Dragonite.

  However, to his surprise, Dragonite didn’t wait for a and.

  Dragonite fpped its massive wings, summoning a powerful storm that barreled across the battlefield. The fierce winds engulfed Quaxwell, striking with sutensity that it was knocked out instantly.

  “Huh? Wh-what just happened?” The boy stood frozen in shock, uo process the overwhelming strength of the move.

  That was Hurrie! And it was unbelievably powerful!

  Seeing their victory, Ogerpo out aed cheer. Without wasting another moment, the trio—Ogerpon, Dragonite, and Gholdengo—turned ahe battlefield, eager to resume their quest to find the perfect gift for Naoki.

  Meanwhile, the boy remained rooted in pce, his mind spinning. What had just happehat battle was over in mere seds, aill couldn’t fully grasp what he’d witnessed.

  Ba the bustling streets, the three Pokémon strolled through the town, pausing every so often to peer into shop windows at the dazzling array of goods on dispy. With no further interruptions, their shopping progressed much more smoothly.

  Before long, Ogerpon spotted something that caught its eye—a bouquet of vibrant flowers dispyed in the window of a quaint flower shop.

  Curious, the trio ehe shop, where they were greeted by a kind woman wearing a pid apron. She smiled warmly at Ogerpon, who was still wearing its Eevee mask, aured to the bouquet.

  “This is the famous Gracidea flower,” she said, her voice gentle.

  “Pon?” Ogerpon tilted its head, murmuring in curiosity.

  The florist hesitated, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied the masked “trainer.” A flicker of realization crossed her face. “Wait a moment… Are you a Pokémon?” she asked, her tone a mix of surprise and amusement.

  Ogerpon froze, its eyes wide. Realizing it had been exposed, it hastily raised its hands to cover its mouth, unsure of what to do .

  The florist chuckled, her ughter soft and reassuring. “Don’t worry,” she said kindly. “I don’t know why you’re dressed as a human, but I’m guessing you’re buying these flowers for someone important to you, aren’t you?”

  Seeing no hostility in her words, Ogerpon rexed and nodded enthusiastically. “Pon! Pon!” (That’s right!)

  Dragonite and Gholdengo chimed in with their own cheerful noises, showing their agreement.

  The woman’s gaze softened as she looked at the trio. “You must have a wonderful trainer,” she said. “It’s clear that you’re all so well cared for.”

  Her gentle smile grew as she turned her attention back to the bouquet. “These flracidea, are quite special. They e all the way from the Sinnion, which is far from here. In Sinnoh, people give Gracidea flowers to express gratitude or celebrate meaningful occasions, like birthdays or anniversaries.”

  The Pokémon listetentively, their expressions thoughtful. Dragonite, who had initially beeical about Ogerpon’s choice of flowers, residered after hearing the florist’s expnation. While there were plenty of flowers on the ranone carried the same significe as these.

  'Awo' 'This is perfect for Naoki!' Dragohought, nodding firmly.

  Beside it, Gholdengo shared the same se, its golden body gleaming brightly in approval.

  Gholdengo, with its love folden treasures, had initially po pick a gift of that hue for Naoki as a token of gratitude for the gold s that es evolution. But as it stared at the vibrant Gracidea flowers, a thought clicked.

  'This flower… it’s perfect!' Gholdengo decided, setting aside its usual preference.

  With their choice made, it was time to pay for the bouquet.

  Ogerpon rummaged through its small pouch, pulling out the bundle of gold s carefully packed by Indeedee earlier. It hahe buo the flower shop owner.

  The woman accepted the bundle, assuming it might tain berries or other tris. However, as soon as she ope, the golden brillianside nearly blinded her.

  Her eyes widened in astonishment. “What… what are these?”

  Ogerpon, Dragonite, and Gholdengo exged uain gnces. Sensiation, Gholdengo stepped forward, thinking the amount might be insuffit. With a swift gesture, it eled its Steel-type energy and jured a dozen more shimmering gold s on the spot.

  The woman gasped, her face pale with shock. “Oh my goodness! Did… did that Pokémon just create gold s out of thin air?!”

  Her hands trembled as she quickly tied up the bundle and ha back. “No, no, these are far too valuable! I ’t possibly accept this.”

  The trio tilted their heads in fusion. Wasn’t money supposed to be used to buy things? Gholdengo jingled slightly, its golden body gleaming with perplexity.

  The florist noticed their fusion and softened her tone. “It’s not about the mohese s are incredibly valuable. You should keep them. sider the bouquet my gift to you—it’s clear you’re buying it for someone very special.”

  Relieved, Ogerpon nodded in uanding. Gholdengo jingled excitedly, and even Dragonite gave a low rumble of approval. The three Pokémon exged happy gnces before leaving the s Gholdengo had just created on the ter.

  With the flowers in tow, they turned and darted out of the shop. The florist quickly called after them, but by the time she reached the door, the trio had already mounted Dragonite, who took to the skies with a powerful fp of its wings.

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  Bonus Chapter