Goodbye, Sinnoh

"We're finally leaving. It's a shame there are still so many places we never got to visit," Mark said wistfully in the Lily of the Valley Airport waiting hall.

"Next time. We'll have the opportunity," George replied perfunctorily as he typed.

"Brother George, I saw you writing something all night yesterday. What are you writing?" Mark leaned over and glanced at the title on the computer screen, immediately feeling his head grow twice as large.

"'A Brief Discussion... on the Eight Effects of Proficiency... on Skill Power... and Usage Methods?'" Mark read it word by word. Excuse me for disturbing you, he thought, immediately pulling his head back.

There were actually eight effects? I couldn't make that up even if I tried!

"Have you decided what you're going to say at the founding ceremony?" Sato asked curiously, having been drawn over as well.

"There's no place for me to speak at the Breeder Association's founding ceremony. This is a speech for a follow-up meeting. It's more like they invited us to teach a Public Class, then padded the schedule out to three days."

He made it sound casual, but Sato and Mark could tell that George was in high spirits.

After all, Pokemon Breeders rarely had large gatherings. Most People usually conducted their research alone, and opportunities to share and verify their findings with one another were few.

More importantly, as the person in charge of Pokemon breeding at the Dark Night Gym, being directly invited as one of the speakers was recognition in itself.

"With Brother George taking the field, won't you just crush everyone instantly? Leave them utterly defeated?" Mark began showering George with praise.

"It's not a competition. Pokemon Breeders don't have a peak period. The older they get, the deeper their research becomes, and the more