Stupid. Pathetic. Weak. Trainers.

Silver can't stop brooding over all the losers he beat in the morning, and he's so wrapped up in his thoughts he can't even hear his own stomach rumbling. He sits atop a rock on the beach of Cianwood City, the salty breeze ruffling his crimson hair and causing his eyes to water. It reminds him of something. Something from over a decade ago.

A day at the beach with his father... playing in the sand... before everything.

But it's the wind making his eyes water. He isn't weak.