The Overconfident Sceptile

Several days passed.

Registration for the Silver Conference had been completed long before Heiduo challenged his first Gym.

As long as Heiduo collected eight Badges, he would naturally qualify to participate.

The Silver Conference's exact date was also set at the beginning of December and announced on the Trainer Forum.

At the start of September next year, just as summer departed and autumn arrived.

"Nine more months! I feel like we've got this!" Umbreon twisted around beneath the kotatsu. It had been lying around too much lately, and its hind legs were cramping.

Heiduo pursed his lips and said nothing. He would not underestimate the competition. In a regional event like the Silver Conference, the most dangerous and elimination-prone stage was not the top eight or quarterfinals, those large-scale matches.

It was the first one-on-one Qualifying Round.

Even a powerhouse like Clair's Gyarados could lose to Heiduo's Electivire, let alone the fact that Heiduo might not have grown to Clair's current level by then.

Heiduo did not think he could steamroll weak opponents all the way through like climbing stairs, only encountering title favorites at the end. Sometimes, with bad luck, it would not be strange to run into four or five title favorites in a row during the Qualifying Round!

When Umbreon received no answer from Heiduo, it tilted its head. "Don't just sit there with no reaction. You only get to participate in something like this once in your life. You need to take it seriously, Little Hei."

What the hell was with Little Hei?

Heiduo shot Umbreon a glare. In truth, his coloring unexpectedly matched Umbreon's: black hair, brown eyes, black clothes, even a name containing Hei. Umbreon was the same, with jet-black fur.

Still, Heiduo had not deliberately dressed in black because of some edgy teenage