"So, you're planning to end your journey for now and stay in Viridian City for special training?"
When Bruno heard of Silas's plan, his brows furrowed slightly.
"Yeah. There are still a little over three months before the League Preliminaries begin—more than enough time for some foundational training."
Silas continued, "It's my first year, so I'll be satisfied just making it into the main stage of the Open Division."
That was him being modest.
Generally speaking, based on past standards, as long as a Trainer had three fully evolved Pokémon around level 35, they were strong enough to qualify for the main stage of the Open Division.
In other words, even with his current team, Silas was more than guaranteed to pass through preliminaries.
Only the semifinalists usually carried a full team of six pseudo-Elite-level Pokémon.
In fact, this distinction was how the League defined Trainer ranks:
Elite-level Trainer = Main Tournament + Three Elite-level Pokémon.
Pseudo-Elite Four level = Semifinals + Six pseudo-Elite-level Pokémon.
And once a Trainer reached the semifinals, they rarely competed again—there was no need, and doing so only risked exposing weaknesses.
"No real issue then. But you know, three months of training like that isn't cheap. Are you ready for the expenses?" Bruno asked.
"Yeah. I'll rely on my old line of work. With my strength, bounty missions aren't much trouble," Silas explained. "Besides, pure training isn't enough. I'll need real battle experience."
"Good. As long as you've got a plan."
Bruno didn't interfere further. As a senior, his role was to let the younger generation grow on their own. Unless something major went wrong, there was no need to interfere too much.
"Alright then, it's settled. The day after tomorrow—make sure you come to Professor Oak's lab. Pick up the gift." Bruno reminded him again before hanging up.
"Got it. Thanks, senior," Silas replied, this time without refusal.
"Good. Now, as for Gary—that brat thinks I don't notice him skipping training? That little punk…" Bruno grumbled as he cut the call.
Poor Gary. Silas couldn't help but smirk in schadenfreude, muttering a silent prayer for him.
He picked up his pen and jotted down his team lineup:
Pidgeot — Level 49, no item.
Blaziken — Level 46, holding 10% Charcoal.
Gigalith — Level 37, no item.
Servine — Level 23, holding 15% Miracle Seed.
Togepi — Level 15, holding Soothe Bell (with King's Rock and Shiny Stone prepared).
And in reserve:
Rhydon — Level 47.
Leafeon — Level 25
"Only half a year… and I've gone through so much, grown so much stronger," Silas thought with a quiet sigh.
Even among Trainers of all ages, his strength was nothing to scoff at. Among those his own age, he was already at the very top.
"What are you doing?"
Yezo barged in without knocking.
"Thinking about this year's League," Silas replied casually.
"What's there to stress about? I haven't even started collecting Badges yet." Yezo chuckled. "Besides, you just turned 17.
Making the Top 64 in your first League is already genius. Quarterfinals? That's monstrous.
Semifinals—and you're the next Lance, maybe even better than that show-off."
"I'm not stressing about results, I'm thinking about training plans," Silas rolled his eyes. "By the way, aren't you graduating from the Academy this year?"
As an advanced student of the Pokémon Research Academy, Yezo could graduate with the equivalent of eight Gym Badges, giving him direct entry to the Indigo League.
"Eh, I'm not planning to travel to another region anytime soon. I'll probably just stick with the Indigo Conference the next couple years," Yezo replied lazily.
"Then I hope we battle this year. I'll make sure to teach you a lesson." Silas smirked.
If all went as planned, he'd compete in Johto's Silver Conference the following year.
"Hah. Better make sure you know who's teaching who," Yezo shot back, flopping onto the sofa with a lazy grin.
"If you're done, get out of my room. And shut the door behind you. It's 9 p.m., and I don't need people getting the wrong idea about us."
Silas kept writing at his desk while shooing him away.
"Don't be so cold. I told Grandma about it—she said just let you have it. Our family's rich, it's no big deal." Yezo waved dismissively.
"Oh? Funny, considering you were begging earlier to borrow it from me," Silas shot back.
Sure, the family had wealth. But for Yezo personally, that was a different story.
"Who knows? By the time we actually have Mega Stones, Key Stones might already be mass-produced. The Professors are always up to something."
Clearly, Yezo had also heard the rumors about artificial Key Stones.
"Science is the ladder of human progress," Silas replied absentmindedly.
Silence fell.
"Shut the door when you leave, idiot." He muttered irritably, then stopped himself. No—he couldn't start picking up Bruno's bad habits.
"I just didn't expect something that philosophical to come out of your mouth," Yezo's voice floated from the corner.
"Wait, what? Where'd you come from? How didn't I notice?" Silas jumped.
Ever since he trained with Nohbuki, his senses had sharpened—but this time he hadn't noticed at all.
"Boo!"
Of course. Silas smacked his forehead—it was Gengar again.
Ghost-types were ridiculously sneaky.
Then again, his own mastery wasn't complete yet. Once he grew stronger, even Gengar wouldn't be able to slip past his awareness.
"That wasn't me. I read it in some old records. A great man said it." Silas covered smoothly.
"Alright, enough. I'm off. Got missions tomorrow—my teacher's already rushing me," Yezo said, standing to leave.
"Sure thing. Close the door, Little Leaf," Silas waved him off without turning.
BANG!
The slam of the door was proof enough Yezo was annoyed.
"Come out, Gengar. Quit playing—I know you're still here."
A few minutes later, Silas finally looked up.
"Genngaaaar~"
Gengar appeared with a baffled look. Boring! How did he know I was still here?
Shaking its head, it drifted out of the room.
Silas lowered his head again, continuing to write. Whether Gengar stayed or not, he didn't really care. He only knew that Yezo would never waste an opportunity to try and spook him. So he decided to bluff.
Raimon City, Pokémon Center.
"Nurse Joy, I'd like to book a Gym battle, please."
Ding~
"Nurse Joy, I'd like to heal my Pokémon, thank you."
Beep~
In just one afternoon, Silas cleared his final Gym challenge.
It really wasn't much trouble. Most of his time had been spent waiting for appointments rather than battling.
The battle itself lasted only three or four moves.
To speed things up, he had chosen a standard Grass-type Gym.
Blaziken came out swinging, slicing through opponents like butter.
The Gym Trainers were used to this. Every year, especially in the second half, people like Silas showed up—what they called Gym sweepers.
The goal was simple: collect all eight Badges as quickly as possible to qualify for the League.
Still… it's rare to see someone this young sweeping Gyms, one of the Gym Trainers thought.
Perched cross-legged on the broad back of his Pidgeot, Silas flew toward Pallet Town.
Fortunately, the distance from Mint Town to Raimon City and then to Pallet Town wasn't too far. Otherwise, making it back by dinnertime would have been impossible.
When he arrived at the checkpoint where he had been stopped last time, he wisely landed ahead of time this go around—Pokédex in hand, ready.
Officer Jenny, seeing the scene, was already practiced in this routine. After a quick ID check, she waved him through.
Then Silas sprinted for the back hills toward Professor Oak's Laboratory, racing along Route 11. For the first time, he seriously considered whether he should catch a land mount partner.
After all, forest paths and countryside trails weren't really suited for a bicycle. And running everywhere was exhausting.
The familiar checks passed quickly, and soon Silas stepped inside the lab.
"Well, if it isn't little Silas!" A familiar female voice called out.
It was Hina, wearing researcher's attire and glasses. Thanks to her figure and a lab coat one size too small, her outfit was stretched snugly.
"Good afternoon, Hina," Silas greeted with a smile.
"By the way, my materials came in—thank you so much!" Hina clasped her hands together gratefully.
"No problem. Just a small favor." Silas waved it off. He had only mentioned it to Celeb, but apparently, it had worked.
"So, what are you planning to do with it?" Silas asked. He genuinely wasn't sure.
"It's for creating a Magma Enhancer," Hina explained. "It's an item that allows Magmar to evolve when it's traded holding it.
Same principle as the Electrizer for Electabuzz.
Based on my data, if the Electrizer works, then the Magma Enhancer should too."
When it came to research on Pokémon evolution, Professor Rowan and his students were among the very best.
"Sounds promising. I wish you success, Hina," Silas said sincerely.
"Hmph, of course! I'll become a Doctor with this research!" Hina smiled proudly. "You're here for Senior Bruno, right? He's over with Gary, mentoring him. Just head over."
"Got it. Thanks. I'll go now."
Silas bid her farewell and walked to Gary's room.
Knock, knock.
"Coming, coming!" came Gary's relieved voice.
When the door opened and he saw Silas, his face turned pale. "…Hello, Uncle."
He muttered the words reluctantly.
"Good boy," Silas teased, ruffling Gary's brown hair with a smug grin.
"Silas, you're here!" Bruno emerged at once, clearly excited. "Come, I've got something special for you—a gift!"
Before Silas could reply, Bruno grabbed him and pulled him inside.
Gary's eyes lit up. If Senior gives Junior a gift, then surely it's even more reasonable for me to get one from Uncle, right?
With that thought, he hurried after them.
"Ta-da~!"
Bruno presented a Pokémon Egg, pale pink and gleaming faintly, and handed it toward Silas.
"This is…?" Silas hesitated. Something about this pink, delicate Egg felt a little unusual.
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