Chapter 7: Pokemon: I Transmigrated Twice [7]
Giovanni's words struck Umbreon like a bolt of lightning, leaving her frozen in place.
He continued to speak calmly, sharing with Stephen his insights on raising Pokémon.
It reminded Stephen of his previous life, where he had trained athletes. If you wanted to nurture a soccer player capable of competing in the World Cup, you had to start preparing them when they were just learning to walk—long before they could even speak.
But now, Umbreon's age was comparable to that of a student about to take their college entrance exams, and yet someone was suggesting training her to play in the World Cup?
Was that even realistic?
Alright, maybe that comparison was a bit extreme.
But Giovanni's point was clear.
"That Umbreon of yours, at best, could reach the level of an Elite Four member. Her ceiling is too low."
Many trainers would probably burst into tears hearing Giovanni's assessment.
What did he mean by "at best, the Elite Four level"?
Did he not realize that was a height 99.99% of trainers could only dream of reaching in their lifetimes?