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/ Digimon Adventure Prologue – In A Remote Cabin Chapter 4 : The Lake of Separation
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Prologue — In a Remote Cabin
He could hear the faint creaking of the weather vane on top of the roof. Heavy clouds covered the sky outside the window, but the sunshine filtering through looked a lot stronger than he had expected.
He reminisced as he mended the seams of the worn cloth bag he’d used to carry the Book during his long travels.
Whoever owned or read from the forbidden Book was punished in his world. Although he knew this, he couldn’t hold back the urge to learn of its secret knowledge. As a result, he was exiled to this world. The composition of his body was changed so that he now looked like a life-sized doll.
He should have died then. But then a small shadow approached him and called out to him. And now, although he only used it in the short periods when he had leave, he had even been given his own personal cabin.
The door opened and the bright light from outside fell upon him. A small shadow stood at the door frame, silhouetted against the large setting sun. The golden ring at the end of her tail flashed in the sunset.
Anyone who didn’t know her would find it hard to believe that this small creature, who only reached up to his waist, could destroy opponents even bigger than this cabin.
“The situation has changed. Preparations for the invasion are to be made immediately and it is our job to assemble the troops.”
“This is more important,” the small white shadow said, her voice tight. “Your work pleases Lord Vamdemon greatly, but these next orders require great haste.”
“Let’s go, Wizarmon.”
When he answered, the small shadow, Tailmon, had already turned and run towards the castle.
I will follow you anywhere.
He — Wizarmon, hid the Book into the folds of his clothes and went after her.
Until the moment that same light I had seen in your eyes when you’d first saved me returns.
Until the day you remember your true self.
A fierce wind made his cape flutter madly behind him. As he eyed the sun sinking over the horizon, he could also see the dark clouds that never parted, eternally swirling over the thorny mountains protruding around Vamdemon’s castle.
Chapter 4; The Lake of Separation ① Temp LakeThe Digital World had many things that made humans think “Hey, I’ve seen that somewhere…” when they looked. Maybe it was because data from the real world had flowed into it when it was first created. But of course, the result was a very mismatched combination of objects. Take, for instance, the trees with electrical outlets in their trunks, or cork tops confined in the insides of rock. But the entire landscape surrounding this particular lake looked as though it had come directly out of a picture book of the Alps.
At the west of the lake was a mountain range with the “Mountain of Analogical Reasoning” spread majestically amidst. At the northern coast was a castle, whose architectural style was an impossible blend of real castles built in Europe and Japan. Seeing such an unusual phenomenon only strengthened the impression that this was the Digital World.
At the east coast was a restaurant made of white walls, with a forest spread picturesquely behind it. At the harbor in front of it, too, was tied a single swan-shaped pedal boat.
Two shadows stood within the forest. It was Sora Takenouchi and her partner, Piyomon.
The back door of the restaurant opened and Gabumon came out holding a dustpan.
Gabumon poured the broken dishes into the garbage dump. While the door lay open, they could hear the smaller sounds of another voice apologizing underneath the angry tirade. It belonged to Jou Kido.
It was now three months since both Taichi and the large evolved form of Agumon, MetalGreymon, had disappeared.
Soundlessly, Sora approached the warehouse and put the weakly glowing Crest on the highest shelf before returning to the forest. Unless someone purposely reached towards that shelf, no one would be able to come upon it up there.
Sora didn’t answer. The forest blocked much of the sun, so her face was masked in shadow at just that moment. Piyomon couldn’t tell what sort of expression she had.
② The Amusement Park of GoodbyesThe delicate water surface with barely much humidity around it reflected the blue sky, the whiteness of the clouds, the green trees, and even the hard rays of the sun with brilliance. It had a beauty to it, but on the other hand it also appeared somewhat cold and distant.
Splash!
But the force of it was so weak that even the water slapping up sounded as if it did so almost apologetically. Only the rings expanded heartily from where the rock had met the water.
Takeru Takaishi sat at the very end of the wharf where the swanboats were tied into place, his legs dangling above the water. He looked at the ripples his rock had made without really seeing them. From behind him, Tokomon cried out, “Takeru!”
There was no hidden thought in his smile. He truly and pure-heartedly meant what he said.
Tokomon tilted his head, looking up at his friend blankly. That had to be the very last thing that Takeru wanted, and yet why would he say that? The child Tokomon could hardly understand.
“Sorry to keep you waiting!” came the voice of PicoDevimon, a small bat-like Digimon that they had gotten acquainted with only yesterday.
PicoDevimon landed on top of the swanboat’s roof and settled his wings. “Yeah, I found him. He was with the others.”
“Let me see, what were their names again…? One of them was named Jou and another was Sora… I forget the others’ names, but they were all there.”
“Playing. They invited me to play too, but I turned them down saying that Takeru had been waiting for a very long time.”
PicoDevimon gave him a pitying look. “‘Oh, okay.’ That was it.”
“You’re lying!”
PicoDevimon looked back at him, cool and unruffled. “I don’t care if you think that way or not, but he really did say it. And that’s not all. He even said this. ‘I hate Takeru.'”
As if to deliver the final blow, PicoDevimon continued. “So I asked him ‘Why?’ and Yamato said, “Because he’s such a crybaby.'”
As if a fire had been lit, Takeru began to wail. He was so shocked by what he’d heard that he even forgot to bring his hands up against his eyes. Standing there and raising his head up to the sky, he wailed until he ran out of tears.
“Takeru!”
“Yamato would never say that!” Tokomon beseeched him again.
“W—What are you talking about, Takeru?” Tokomon asked in surprise. What Takeru said could only be a lie. But why would he lie like that?
This is his fault, Tokomon thought. I don’t know why he’s doing it, but PicoDevimon is lying.
“What do you think you’re doing, Tokomon?!” Takeru yelled angrily. “Apologize to PicoDevimon!”
“No,” Tokomon said flatly, turning his head.
Flapping his wings, PicoDevimon cut in between the glaring pair. “Takeru, don’t blame Tokomon. I’m sure he’s just feeling jealous about how you and I get along so well together.” Turning his face to Tokomon, he said, “Right?”
“No!”
He hugged PicoDevimon safely towards him. “I didn’t know you were such a violent Digimon!” he said with strong disapproval in his voice.
“Don’t make excuses!”
Tokomon tried to make himself heard, but Takeru seemed to think that he was just being stubborn because he gave him a menacing glare.
That vicious tone made Tokomon close his mouth for an instant.
“No. I see what sort of person you are now.”
But even he seemed to think that was a harsh thing to do, because he changed direction and tossed his Digivice with an underhanded throw towards the muddy shore instead.
In a panic, Tokomon ran to pick it up. The Digivice had landed face-up, its bottom half buried in the mud.
Takeru didn’t look away from him.
And turning to his right, he said to his new partner PicoDevimon, “Let’s go.”
Looking joyful, PicoDevimon settled on top of Takeru’s green hat. The very seat that had once been reserved only for Tokomon.
Carrying the Digivice in his mouth, Tokomon wandered aimlessly, trudging along the lake shore.
Maybe none of it would have happened if he had apologized and said “I’m sorry” to PicoDevimon back then, even if he didn’t mean it. But he hadn’t been able to do that.
But where did Yamato, where did Gabumon, go off to?
The inside of his head was blank from fever and his vision was blurry. Yesterday he’d kept walking even though he had been drenched by rain.
He was only dimly aware of his condition. Was he awake now, or dreaming?
That was when it happened.
It was a familiar voice.
I’m dreaming, Tokomon thought.
After Taichi and MetalGreymon had disappeared, some time had passed. For two straight weeks, they had searched the desert with Piccolomon for clues that would lead them to Taichi and MetalGreymon, with no success.
Since they also looked like black clouds, Jou had whispered worriedly, “That wasn’t a nuclear explosion, was it…?”
“What’s Mugen Cannon?” Gomamon had asked, but without answering Piccolomon said, “I will have to part ways with you here, pi. Something’s come up, pi. If you go west, you’ll find a lake called Temp Lake. I suggest you go there, pi.”
It was with painful reluctance that the group did as Piccolomon had said, heading towards the west.
“Nhmmhhmm… Who’s there?”
And they slid out of his vision, leaving everybody.
Tokomon thought that maybe he was seeing the continuation of that dream. That’s why he asked, “Am I dreaming?”
As they waited for Piyomon, Tokomon voiced to Sora the complaints he’d kept inside. “It got so hard after you left, Sora. First Jou and Gomamon left, saying they’d go look for you.”
“Then when we arrived at the lake, Koushiro and Tentomon left.”
Tokomon continued to talk, not noticing.
His vision blurred again as fresh tears sprouted from his eyes, mixing with his fever.
Tokomon kept talking anyway.
His story in jumbled bits, he broke off into sobs as he remembered what had happened next.
“Taichi, it’s Tokomon!”
Tokomon’s eyes blinked open. He thought he’d been talking to Sora and Piyomon, but at some point unawares, the two of them had vanished and both Taichi and Koromon stood in their place.
“What do you think I should do now?” he asked. “How do I get Takeru to understand?”
“Uh, hey, do you mind telling me what’s happened from the top? I have no idea what’s going on here…”
③ PicoDevimon’s TrapOn top of a rock, deep within some bushes, sprouted a single buttercup whose petals took on the silhouette of a bat with its wings spread open. It was a wire telegraph that connected him directly to the castle.
Without giving the other person a chance to speak, PicoDevimon hurriedly disconnected the line.
Still, he’d reported scouting activity when he hadn’t done any of it in the slightest. If he was unable to gather any recruits, what would he do? Tailmon would get the lead on him again.
I’ll recruit some volunteer scouts when I’m back at the castle, he decided. He doubted he would find anyone impressive, but as long as he had the numbers it should be fine. What was more important at the moment was the children.
If Lord Vamdemon ever learned of this, he was dead.
PicoDevimon was aware of his own lack in strength and thought that going head-to-head with the children’s Digimon partner was not a good idea. In fact, he had challenged Sora’s Digimon partner in order to take back the Crests and was easily beaten.
At the moment, PicoDevimon’s plan was going perfectly. The one bearing the Crest of Love was doubting her own love and wandering alone, while the child bearing the Crest of Friendship was losing his sense of friendship. The child bearing the Crest of Purity didn’t even need PicoDevimon’s help to sink into selfishness and malice.
PicoDevimon knew that it was Takeru and his Digimon who had beaten Devimon. This was only PicoDevimon’s personal opinion but —- Hope was the most dangerous of all. It had the strange power of turning the tables on you and gaining victory at the very last moment. That was how Devimon had been beaten. That was why he had to make Takeru lose hope completely.
He was going to make Takeru eat the Mushrooms of Forgetfulness. As their name implied, once someone ate these mushrooms, all of their memories were wiped blank. If Takeru ate that, Tokomon would be completely erased from his memory.
The basket next to PicoDevimon was filled to the top with Mushrooms of Forgetfulness that he had just picked earlier. Grabbing the basket handles with both feet, PicoDevimon flew out of the bushes.
The amusement park must have been full of vivid colors long ago, but as if those colors had been eroded by the monotonous forest green that surrounded it, bits of paint had come off from it here and there, while other parts of it were rusted due to the dampness of the lake.
He loved lying, so it wasn’t at all hard to do. With this fake smile, he was going to strip Takeru of every drop of hope that he possessed.
Who was that boy? He’d never seen him before. But there was no mistaking that it was a human boy. Could the boy with the Crest of Courage, who’d been sucked into the black hole with Etemon, have returned?
His eyes firmly on PicoDevimon, Tokomon said something to the boy who wasn’t Takeru.
Carefully putting on a friendly face so they wouldn’t see his agitation, he descended towards Takeru.
“Are you PicoDevimon?”
At this point, PicoDevimon had made up his mind to make all of them eat the Mushrooms of Forgetfulness, so he felt a tiny bit regretful that he wouldn’t be able to hear the tale.
“Taichi. And I’m Koromon,” said the Koromon at Taichi’s feet.
“Food?” Taichi unconsciously brought a hand up to his stomach. “Now that you mention it, we are hungry. Sure, we’ll have some.”
He placed the basket stuffed with Mushrooms of Forgetfulness on the ground.
“Why yes, of course. They don’t appear that good by appearance, but don’t let that fool you. They melt in your mouth and are as fluffy as cake.”
“But still, eating them raw… Do you have something we can roast them on?”
Saying this, PicoDevimon flew to the ruins of the oden vendor stand underneath the Ferris wheel. When he returned with the charcoal stove, a small handful of charcoal, a fan to keep the flames alive, and bamboo skewers, Koromon was nowhere to be seen.
“To the bathroom,” Taichi answered.
“I see. Then let’s get cooking in the meantime.”
As Taichi gently wafted the live pieces of charcoal with the fan, the sweet smell of the mushrooms enticed Takeru’s already growling stomach even further, making Takeru’s eyes gleam.
Which means they haven’t made peace with each other yet, PicoDevimon thought with a sigh of relief.
“Yay!” Takeru said happily, getting ready to take a big bite. Just then, his eyes met Tokomon’s. Tokomon looked as if he wanted to say something, but Takeru ignored him and said, “Time to eat!”
Yes!
“Achachachacha!”
“That’s what you get for biting into it without cooling it first,” Taichi said, laughing at Takeru’s eagerness. He blew on a different mushroom and gave it to Takeru.
Just then,
Koromon was jumping towards them, looking frantic.
“No, no, no! Those mushrooms are poisonous!”
Taichi lunged at Takeru and forcefully pulled his mouth apart, making him spit out a masticated lump of mushroom that he had just been ready to swallow.
“I—I’m not trying to pull anything… Do you have proof that they’re poisonous?”
“E—Eh…”
Seeing that, Taichi grinned in triumph. “If you won’t eat it, what more proof do we need?”
PicoDevimon’s defeat was more than mortifying to him. He had such confidence in his ability to lie, but those lies were seen right through.
If it’s come to this, then I’ve just about had it.
Tears fell like drops from Takeru’s eyes. Turning to Tokomon next to him, he cried as he apologized. “I’m so sorry, Tokomon.”
Seeing them, Taichi said, “Here,” and took out Takeru’s Digivice from his pocket, handing it to the boy. “Don’t throw it away again.”
Tch. What a damn annoying bunch of brats.
But at the same time, he was only up against two Baby levels. Anticipating that there was no way he could lose this one, he attacked.
“Look out, Takeru!”
“Tokomon!” Takeru screamed. The gauge of the Digivice in Takeru’s hand shot up.
It was the first time he’d evolved into his Child self, after his deadlock against Devimon on File Island.
A ball of air shot out like a bullet from Patamon’s mouth, hitting PicoDevimon full in the face.
A continuous chain of Air Shots followed, so much that PicoDevimon immediately chose to flee. He couldn’t even leave behind any parting threats.
How did that damn Koromon know about the Mushrooms of Forgetfulness anyway?
A loud crashing of dishes could be heard coming from inside the kitchen.
“Not again…”
Getting to his feet laboriously, as if it was a chore, he stuck his harmonica into the back pocket of his jeans and began walking at a snail’s pace to the kitchen door.
“I wonder how long it’ll take this time,” he said conversationally.
He couldn’t blame Yamato’s sulkiness in the least. When they had left Takeru and Patamon, Yamato had promised that they would be back immediately. But by being unable to leave here, it only made sense that his human would be running out of patience. In fact, it was pretty admirable how he did not show this attitude openly whenever Jou was around.
Even so, who knew how long that would last… Even Gabumon could tell that with each passing day, Yamato’s heart grew harder and bitter.
It was two months ago when Gabumon and Yamato arrived at this restaurant. Leaving Takeru and Patamon at the amusement park, they took a swan boat to check that their surroundings were safe. While keeping the coast on their left, they peddled on and on until, just when they were thinking about heading back, they spotted a building shaped like a “diner” (according to Yamato) atop a hill facing the lake.
Landing their swan boat on the beach, the two of them cautiously made their way up the gentle slope as they kept watch for enemies.
It was a familiar voice… and no wonder, because the voice belonged to Gomamon.
Gomamon’s mouth dropped open.
He blinked rapidly as if he thought he was daydreaming, but when Gabumon reached out and shook his hand, he realized that it wasn’t a dream and flew at Gabumon with tears streaming down his face.
They stood there, letting Gomamon cling tightly to Gabumon as he sobbed.
“We kept looking for Sora, but no matter where we went we couldn’t find her. When we came upon this restaurant, we went in wanting to eat something because we were so hungry. The food was okay. Then, when we went up to pay, Jou held out these pieces of paper. He said they were currency but the owner of the restaurant, Digitamamon, said that we couldn’t use those and we’d have to work here to pay back what we ate. So we did that, since we didn’t have any other choice. But the food that Jou cooked tasted so bad that we started losing customers and then we had to reimburse for that too. Also, for broken dishes. At first we only had to work for three days but then it kept getting extended and now we’ve been working for almost two weeks…”
“Well, Jou is a pretty clumsy guy. It was wrong of him in the first place to think that he could use money from our world here. Hey, Gomamon, take me to that Digitamamon so I can talk to him. I’ll see if we can come to some kind of agreement.”
In doing so, they found that it would take four days, and so Yamato made a deal with Digitamamon that if he and Gabumon worked as well, he would cut it down to two days.
Of course, it was already established that if dishes or cups were broken by accident, it would be docked off their pay, so in these circumstances they made an agreement in advance on how much a single dish or a single cup would cost.
“I’m really sorry that you had to do all of that,” Jou said contritely. “But if I break more dishes…”
But it didn’t end up being just one or two.
Ever since Jou came to this restaurant, it was very possible that he’d replaced every single dish and cup that it had previously owned.
When the two returned to the kitchen, Jou was sweeping up the broken pieces with a broom and a dustpan. He looked about ready to cry. Since Gomamon was in charge of attracting customers at the entrance, Jou was by himself.
“I’m sorry… It happened again…” he apologized.
Yamato turned on the stove, looking like a cat whose fur had been rubbed the wrong way.
He wasn’t helping out of charity for Jou, but because he wanted to avoid provoking Yamato any further.
Seeming to understand, Jou contained himself and gave one silent, grateful nod to Gabumon.
It grew dark.
Yamato and Jou took up opposite corners of the room so that they each had a diagonal space to call their own. A wash line with dirty bed sheets hanging from it ran between them, acting as a room divider.
They didn’t come to any verbal agreement but neither pair ever crossed the sheets to enter into the other’s domain.
Gabumon had heard the word ‘privacy’ from him before. Back when Taichi was still with everyone, Yamato would watch Taichi tell Jou or Koushiro to do this or that and made a comment about it to Gabumon.
It was a constructively-made criticism, but faintly, Gabumon somehow felt that maybe Yamato was resentful of Taichi.
Normally, Yamato would collapse onto the bed the moment he entered the room and immediately pass out from the fatigue of working without pause from morning to night, but sleep eluded him tonight. He appeared to have something on his mind because he sat with his knees folded up, staring into space deep in thought.
Once they were outside, Gabumon slightly lifted up the head part of the fur pelt he was wearing. The sweat that had been gathering under it from inside the sweltering boiler room ran down his skin as the cool night air drifted in. It felt very good.
“Shh.” Yamato said, putting a finger to his lips. Gabumon knew that was a signal that meant for him to be quiet.
“Getting out? But what about Jou and—”
“Digitamamon doesn’t seem that bad of a guy anyway. He keeps us fed and if you think about him giving employment in his restaurant… well.”
Yamato seemed to take Gabumon’s silence as wordless disapproval because he uncomfortably averted his eyes.
Gabumon understood that by “brother” he meant Takeru, and by “friend,” he meant Jou. But because Digimon didn’t have a family system, he couldn’t understand what the difference was between them. Weren’t they both important?
And he walked away.
Breaking up with Yamato meant relapsing back to that time on File Island when he’d waited impatiently for Yamato to arrive, not knowing if it would be that very day or tomorrow.
“Yamato…”
He couldn’t be gone. He had to be nearby still. He must be waiting for me at the boat.
He wasn’t alone. Taichi, Takeru, Koromon, and Patamon were also with him.
“Hey, Jou,” Gomamon said quietly, looking across the room at the bed sheets. “Yamato sure is taking a long time at the bathroom.”
Jou nodded, but silently he thought that Yamato would not be coming back.
But even so, Jou was ready to accept that. He felt terrible about making Yamato go along with the mistakes that he made.
But strangely enough, the more they were together, the more he felt a closeness with Yamato. At some point within their little group, the two had taken up the role of reining in the foolhardy Taichi.
Somehow, he felt a wall around Yamato. An invisible wall, something that kept others at a distance. Jou had a feeling that it was put up unconsciously. Takeru was the only person that Yamato actively tried to interact with, but from Jou’s viewpoint, he was so awkward and unnatural about it that it was hard to believe that they were brothers.
But even so, Jou understood that Yamato, from his point of view, must be so extremely worried about Takeru right now after leaving him in the amusement park.
It had made Jou happy. So happy that it brought tears to his eyes.
That’s why — He had to do his best. For Yamato’s sake.
He could tell that Yamato was irritated. He expected to be cursed at or punched and he was ready to accept it, but Yamato never did any of that. He put up with it, and put up with it, again and again.
That was why Jou thought that if Yamato never came back tonight, he was going to accept it. Yamato shouldn’t have to sacrifice himself just for him.
Just at that moment, they heard footsteps approaching from outside. Several footsteps, in fact, on tiptoe.
“Um… Jou, Gomamon? I have something to tell you, but I want you to do your best not to be surprised, okay?”
“I mean, I don’t want you to let out any noises of surprise, no matter what happens.”
“Okay. Whatever you have to say, we won’t be surprised,” Jou answered.
Gabumon disappeared behind the door and Taichi’s head poked in.
He had been so certain that what Gabumon meant was that Yamato was going to say his goodbyes so he shouldn’t make a fuss. This unexpected development took him back on his promise without meaning to.
Digitamamon didn’t hear that, did he? Why am I always like this?
“Let’s get out of here,” Taichi said, pulling forcefully on Jou’s arm.
He wanted to ask Taichi then and there where he had disappeared to and what he had been doing, but Taichi waved him off. “I’ll tell you later. We’ve gotta leave here first.”
Gomamon was simply pleased to be reunited with their friends again, but Jou had mixed feelings.
In that case, was it okay for him to run like this?
He had to fulfill his responsibilities.
“Don’t tell me you’re getting ready to run away.”
“What are you talking about?! That debt should already be–” Yamato shouted angrily at Digitamamon, but Jou stepped in between them with his back to Yamato.
It was an honest and straightforward appeal.
“Not a chance. You have to keep your promises,” he said in a muffled voice.
But when the same answer came back, Jou said, “Ugh!” and reluctantly jumped towards Digitamamon as if to shake him.
Digitamamon brought a leg up to tread on Jou’s back.
“So that’s what’s been happening! Damn it!” Gomamon said, grinding his teeth in dismay. And,
he evolved to Ikkakumon and leapt at Digitamamon. But because Jou was held hostage, he couldn’t attack with his Harpoon Vulcan.
“Ikkakumon!” Having shared Gomamon’s troubles throughout the ordeal, Gabumon could not stand back and watch.
He evolved into Garurumon and went to help. Digitamamon’s weak spot, Garurumon reasoned, were the eyes peeking out from the crack in his shell. He lunged for them with his claws, but Digitamamon would close the crack before they reached and Garurumon’s claws would hit against the tough shell instead. He ended up receiving damage rather than inflicting it.
“We’re not leaving you behind!” Taichi cried, but Jou shook his head.
Turning to Yamato, Jou said, “Thanks for everything. I’ll never forget your help.”
“S—Stop it. I…” Yamato’s pale lips trembled. “I tried to leave you behind and escape all on my own!”
“That’s because I met Taichi on the way and he told me—-”
“…”
They were tears mixed with remorse for his actions to Jou, disgust at himself for his cold-heartedness, and gratitude of having found such an irreplaceable friend in Jou.
When Yamato screamed with all of his might, something came zooming out from within the dark warehouse. It jumped into Yamato’s hand and glowed brightly.
Not Taichi’s Crest, but Yamato’s.
The giant wolf released a flash of light and disappeared for a moment. Within the white afterimage stood a man (?) on two legs. He looked like a long-legged man wearing blue jeans, except his head was the head of a wolf. A werewolf?
“Crescent Moon Kick!”
Landing lightly on the ground, WereGarurumon did not pause as he kicked at the ground again, charging at Digitamamon who was lying within the bushes unable to get back up. His sharp, pointed fingernails glinted in the moonlight like razors.
His nails left rutted scratch marks on Digitamamon’s shell.
Digitamamon’s egg shell cracked open in two. The pieces dropped to the ground, instantly falling away from something black with a vague shape inside Digitamamon’s shell body. Giving a high-pitched, enraged shriek, it circled through the night sky like a balloon losing air and disappeared somewhere.
“I’m not sure,” Taichi answered, “but I think it may have been Digitamamon’s real form.”
“Jou, are you okay?” Yamato called out to the fallen Jou.
“Thank goodness…”
There was no need for words. The warmth that they felt as they grasped at the other’s hand said more than words ever could.
⑤ The Town of People“You’re right,” Yamato said, peering at his Digivice.
“It’s a map of some kind,” Taichi said. “From what I can tell, these blinking dots you see here show the location of everyone else’s Digivices.”
As understanding dawned on him, Yamato took another look at his screen. The three weakly blinking dots appeared to him as if they were calling for help.
In any case, they held a group discussion about using this new-found function to find the rest of their members.
“So I’ll go with Jou,” Yamato said.
Ta
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