Yuugetsu had just won the Contest. Both Aurichal and Velvet had bounded back to their trainer for approval, which she gave generously, words of praise and gentle affection being given out in equal amounts. Velvet was practically glued to the lavender-haired girl, rubbing her cheek on the young trainer’s face, while Aurichal had her white, fluffy tails wrapped around Yuugetsu’s legs, delighted by the ear scratched she was given. The three were a perfect image of the harmony between a trainer and their partners.

Ryver paused as he looked up from his little booklet and looked to the other trainer, a rather bored expression on his face. Who did this kid think he was? The insult really didn’t bother him as Ryver really didn’t tend to care much about his appearance, to busy worrying about things that were actually important.

“And your personality belongs a trashcan. What about it?”