After getting off the plane, Young Master Mao headed straight into the Mt. Silver range from Violet City.
It was the mountain path on Johto's Victory Road.
He had originally planned to ride Dragonite straight into the skies, but unfortunately, Young Master Mao was stopped before he could take off.
"Hey, youngster, I wouldn't recommend flying right now."
"Hahaha, young people really don't know what they're getting into!"
Two lively, gray-templed men in shabby Pokémon League Ace Trainer uniforms chuckled as they stopped Gary.
"Do you have any advice for me, seniors?" Gary asked politely, bowing in greeting.
Whether on Mt. Silver or the Indigo Plateau, if you encountered a flashy, high-spirited youth and disliked the look of him, you could walk right up and slap him across the face a couple of times.
He was most likely a rookie Pokémon Trainer, after all, someone you could push around however you pleased.
But if you saw a middle-aged or elderly Pokémon Trainer in ragged clothes, or wrapped in a trench coat and covered in dust...
You had best not spurn their goodwill, because they might once have been an Elite Four member, a senior Ranger, a special inspector, or someone of that sort.
Casually pulling out a level-sixty or seventy Pokémon and beating you until you questioned your life was the greatest pleasure of their retirement...
Some gifted Pokémon Trainers might think that two or three level-sixty or seventy Pokémon were nothing they couldn't beat.
But if I told you there were at least twenty or thirty people like that along this stretch of mountain path, would you still be so confident?
Did you understand just how formidable Victory Road was? Even a Champion would have to pay dearly to make it up the mountain.
"What a polite youngster. That