Just because we're on the home stretch on gym badges doesn't mean we're slowing down, by any means. We're staying the course of intense travelling and hit-and-run battling until we've hit them all. A streak of sixty-seven is incredible. I actually think we've crept up pretty close to the world record on that one. Seventy-one would tie us with the world record. The thought makes me a bit nervous, but that could be our undoing in that respect; if I get too nervous, I won't perform at my best. The last thing we want is to lost the streak. We can do this. 

But I'm still nervous. 

Oh well, I wouldn't be a true artist if I wasn't a little nervous. I'll do my best. 

We've been in so many places. It's starting to get cold again, and tiny crystals of frost are forming on the grass early in the morning. It reminds me of Glaceon. It won't be long before snow sets in. By then, I should be back at home, relaxing. Hot cocoa sounds nice...

Currently, we're on the road. I'm getting a few lines in inside my Pokèball, but it's getting late. Milly, however, is determined to get us as far as possible along the path before retiring for the night. I have to admire her enthusiasm and endurance. I myself should rest up for the battle tomorrow. 

Until then, wish me luck!

-Takao