Although presumably substantially less time once he hits mega and gets an even more advanced mind.
And possibly an even stronger "learn this fast" trait.
Digimon Inheritance: A Heroic Lion's Turbulent Times (Finished)
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And possibly an even stronger "learn this fast" trait.
Wouldn't that mean she'd take emotional damage from arguments that were never said but she heard anyway?
Verge: "did you do it?"
Grademon: "yes."
Verge: "at what cost?"
Grademon(holds up sandal): "EMOTIONAL DAMAGE!"
So a question about omake bounties: are they the only things we can write that tie into the canon quest?
No, you can discuss with Qm for canon omakes or such. But these are essentially requests of canon omakes that give higher rewards than a normal canon one might.
Its kinda like a safety fence too guarante canon I suppose
Verge(holds up sandal): ,,I will send you to Jesmon"
- Location
- Somewhere
Need a minder.
Replace the with it.
Limbs.
Verge is not a Gryzmon here, in your omake series.
To.
You had him as Imperius in the earlier posts.
Imperius.
Verge killed Repulsa early, so his scar should be painless now.
Imperius.
Seraphimon.
Says something that helps her relax.
Womon.
Womon.
Womon.
Womon.
Black To White 23
- Location
- Barquisimeto
Black to White 23.
You couldn't help but think that there is a lesson about this, maybe about not being so ruthless or about eliminating survivors as you did after deleting SkullSatamon, it could go either way if you were honest. You weren't really the best in this, your nature aimed toward the most effective way but you could see many digimon being shortsighted enough to allow this waste of lives for a minor advantage.
But this wasn't about you.
The short Pidmon trudges alongside you in silence, Rinkmon's story weighing heavily on his core. You feel stuck on how to advise the holy champion and help him out of his funk. On the one way, your first inclination is to tell him that violence and slaughter are simply how this world works but… there's more to the subject than that. Your conversation with Wendimon and experiences as one of the victims of a tragedy gave you insight.
What would do a hero? What would do Agnimon? How long it was since you saw him die?
How long has it truly been since your home was destroyed and your childhood dreams torn into pieces? Some time ago you stopped counting the days, it was a life that you threw away so many nights you spend training that you couldn't truly connect with your Drimogemon self even when your spears twist and spin like that nose of your Rookie self.
Days of the past where you admired Flamemon while the 'you' of today couldn't help but scoff at the attitude of the Digimon that you admire for so long time.
Being a Hero didn't save others if you couldn't save yourself first.
So you took a deep breath, because tragedies such as the destruction of Rinkmon's village do happen, that doesn't make them right. The horrible actions carried out should never have occurred and wouldn't have if somemon with enough power had been there to stop it.
And Pit... he was like you, a mon that was made for more than the common digimon in the Host, one day he's going to have actual power. Power enough to influence the Host and its members. The solar medallion in your satchel weighs heavy, reminding you of oaths sworn.
You put one of your hands on his shoulder to call his attention.
"You can't make up for the mistakes you make, or the mistakes of others." You told him bluntly, not matter how much one wants to change the past things it was impossible. "The past has already happened. What the Host did or not is an indisputable fact now."
"Then…" He hesitated.
"Then, you can be better, or at least try to be. The effort could be said to have as much meaning as the success." "That is the power that we have Pit, the power of being at least a bit better than in the past."
"Be… better?" He asked.
"Do better than you did in the past in any manner you can think of, be by becoming stronger by healing another digimon or bringing salvation." You looked up to the sky, the potential that you had before. "I just do what comes naturally for me. Whether you can figure out some way to find… there will be others to help you, you've got to figure it out yourself."
"Thank you my stalwart comrade. That is exactly what I shall do! Angemon would not have stood for any less, so neither will I!" However after a moment, he looks at the path Rinkmon had taken and clenches his hands. "But, what of those the Host has already hurt?"
"As I said, things can't be changed in the past, so use that as an extra motivation." There wasn't time to think about what if, just action. "If you feel regret give a fist with all your strength, if you feel angry heal again another, if you feel merciful then you can smile... It doesn't matter if you get lost in this path, just step forward and see that goal of yours turn into reality."
Late on the third day, your group arrives at the snowy tundra biome's edge. The layers of frozen dirt and snow cut a sharp contrast against the series of tree-like mushrooms populating the hilly area you'd been traveling through, with the nearest vegetation being quite literally frozen from the spillover of cold. It's here that the hunting party splits, with Weddingmon and Mikemon staying to make camp while the rest of you trudge through the deep snow.
Scourge was struggling against the cold, his species had difficulties in this cold biome. Hissing with all his strength to keep himself awake as he refused to fall and skip this battle, Warren watched his brother and nodded towards you, they will not fall back and you told them to make sure to hit the feral when they reached the battle. They were in fact slower in the cold, this whole biome was a weak point to them but you wanted to believe that your wards were made of something stronger and would not be beaten by this.
Sparks also suffered by this are, the cold was enough that he stole your cape.
Not everyone had a resistance or affinity to the cold as you had with Wendimon and Galgomon sharing that feature with you, while Rinkmon's body seems oddly attuned to the chilly air. Beat is a bit more energetic than usual, acting as if exercising will warm him. Pit on the other paw is unfortunately bereft of any sort of protection and ends up trying to use his fire to keep himself warm. Something Galgomon shoots down as "too noticeable", prompting Rinkmon to laugh at your friend.
In the end, your angelic friend does get some protection in that he's the one carrying Galgomon around. Though that only makes Rinkmon smirk all the harder.
Through the next hours, you carefully trudge around the white tundra with Wendimon keeping a distance of at least two-score meters at all times. The champion from Bulwark directs your movements from above, keeping the group following some sort of trail. You're not quite sure what he's seeing in the snow, given how the only things you can glean are slight indentations, but perhaps the picture is more clear from the air? On occasion, you manage to spot a hole dug into the ground... and you can't help but be slightly annoyed at their size and depth, it was a work of genuine discipline and pure stress the doing something like that as a Drimogemon.
The spell that you learned about echolocation helped, you told Wendimon about the hidden traps in the snow. Rotten smell, and all those other little tells about an ambush.
And so after giving a nod you triggered the ambush.
Barely managed to avoid your body being pierced by the halberts of the Ultimate because you were prepared but your speed wasn't enough as your body was pulled away and impacted against the floor, the maw of the creature opened to crush you between its fangs.
Just as planned.
"Zero." Your whole body ignites as the pressured wind made the Fire spread and expand the air around you.
You smiled with cruelty as the Ultimate recoiled, you were a bomb that he brought to the mouth, you weren't unscratched from this act. Far from it, your ears were ringing, and were stunned. Double or triple, the image of the reptilian Ultimate showed itself, scales that were burned off and an eye that ended up melted, it didn't damage it as much as you hoped.
Your spears... you needed to get your spears back!
Arrays of numbers and your healing spell began to be chanted, you barely managed to roll through the snow avoiding being pierced by a spear, your vision was just useless and barely could defend yourself, struggling to survive.
But didn't matter, this wasn't your fight and your part was done already.
A black and yellow blur smashed the side of the Digimon sending him away from your body, the sheer strength and speed were beyond what you expected from Pit and Rinkmon but... Wait, black and yellow?
Your mind barely acknowledges the fact as your spell was finished, the vision that you had was the first thing that was returning to normality when you saw the scene and identity of the Digimon that threw away the feral. Slowly a sense of clarity and familiarity formed around the creature as it reached you and brought back one of your spears to help you to rise back, knowing and understanding your pride.
"Kirihihihi." The demonic hissed with a smile and your eyes widened in realization.
In his back was another Digimon, one that even now you feel a connection towards.
"Hella Verge!" Greeted a single-armed FlameWizardmon. "We came too fast? I would have say, that being worried about saving your shiny metal ass."
A laugh came as satisfaction and pride burned in your digicore, the two of them truly go beyond your own plans.
"Ready to show this noddle what a pair of heroes could do?" Sparks offered with a shit-eating smile on his face.
"I know that Scourge has been waiting to bully it." You responded as you jumped into the back of Scourge.
The demonic Ultimate was more than capable of handling the combined weight of the two, and so the three began to ruin the day of the feral as the other members of the squad were getting tired of holding back the furious noddle after it was outgambled, taking more than enough time in taking revenge for his attempt at eating you.
Sandiramon lost, there weren't other manners to describe it. His life ended the second that Sparks and Scourge evolved, magic tricks and the different mentality of your partner weakened Sandiramon massively as any attempt of deflection and escape were tearer apart by the onslaught of the near infinite energy of Scourge who followed your directions so easily and in a such natural way that guiding him was perfect as your Gilgamesh Slicer cuts through a cloud of poison to open a path for Scourge.
Injuries accumulated fast and finally, the stamina and endurance of Sandiramon failed him, the feral collapsed into the snow too damaged and tired to move as Scourge was still capable of much more.
Wendimon, stabbed the feral through one of the injuries injecting what allowed the corpse to continue.
"Bit more than you could swallow huh." Sparks declares before breaking out into a chuckle.
Your hand moves faster than your mind.
"Ouch." That was for ruining the moment.
"Kihihihihihihi!" And Scourge at least enjoyed it.
...Where was your other spear?
=
It took more than you liked to admit the finding your other weapon, but Sparks and you were very adept at the use of fire and melted the snow, Scourge just use the chance to play around the snow now that he lacked his weakness to cold and Warren was a good digger to help you find your weapon.
"Happy day advisor Sparks! Praise the Lord for your powerful evolution!"
"Twas quite dramatic I'll give it that." The armor digimon nods, before holding out a palm towards Beat. "And yeah, hehe, I'll spar with ya. Just gimme a day to get used to this body first." The darkened Stingmon goes still at that, which you're pretty sure means surprise, then nods in affirmation.
Did evolution give him brain damage?
"In my time of studying, such rapid attunement is rare." Wendimon muses, cupping his chin with one large hand. "I do wonder, what could have possibly occurred to trigger this circumstance."
"Tch, I'm just that good, I was ready days ago." Sparks brags, before flashing you a wink. The one-armed mon pivots towards the figure cradled in the beast digimon's other arm and whistles. "Didn't notice this before, but your subordinate's got some real nice legs there." The Gloaming lieutenant shifts at his words, turning so Rinkmon's limp form is hid behind his body.
Is quite sad that Scourge ended causing Sandiramon to bitch slapped her by accident.
"... perhaps I should make my exit from this conversation." The beast digimon muses, taking a step away from the much smaller digimon. You eye Sparks with surprise, not quite understanding how he'd just gotten the colossal to back off.
Why Wendimon doesn't do that when you talked with his ward?
Shortly thereafter Galgomon brings Weddingmon and Mikemon to Sandiramon's corpse to set up camp… and Sparks wastes no time jogging up to the support digimon and grabbing her hand.
"Monsieur Sparks?" She asks in astonishment as he presses his lips to the back of her hand.
"Please, dost forgive mine failure to appreciate the magnitude of thine transcendent beauty before. 'Twas pure folly to hide mine appreciation. Knoweth that I shalt not make it a second time."
...You will be helping Mikemon to open up Sandiramon, it was just too uncomfortable to watch.
"Enough with the flowery word stuff. We got some data splicing to do. Mister *mine* and *thine* is up first, we gotta wait 'till Rinkmon's up so she can give consent." Mikemon cuts in.
"Right, right." Galgomon odds waving an arm. "Then after that we're totally going to start walking to the next town. So you better start getting ready yeah?"
"You will get the core soon." You told the Bulwark supervisor and began to move to the corpse with Scourge at your side... What? "Scourge, I need to
Scourge jumped and did a summersault making himself into a TITANIC axe, so big that you could see it cutting Wendimon's body in two so easily and it looked incredibly well. It was too big for your frame that looked just ridiculous that you attempted to use Scourge as a weapon.
"Zero." Muscle Burst was activated, and your muscles bulged with the exertion as you separated the axe from the frozen cold ground.
"Daemonshit." You heard a whisper in your back but it didn't matter.
This feels so damn well, a weapon that truly feels like something that you could use.
The strength of Scourge was yours, and step by step cracked the floor as you reached the body of Sandiramon. Heavy and titanic, but it didn't take away your skill and mastery, the polearms and bladeweapons were something that you mastered and dominated.
And with a single powerful slash, the scales and outer skin of Sandiramon were separated from his body.
Scourge and you will have lots of fun in the future.
2.4K, Part 24. Just one more for the number 25. Scourge turned into DeadlyAxemon, and let's be honest with the training of hell that Verge put him and the need to be something different to help him triggered it. Warren and Scourge caps are pretty much reached, their potential is lesser than monsters like squad but Verge made them monsters himself.
You couldn't help but think that there is a lesson about this, maybe about not being so ruthless or about eliminating survivors as you did after deleting SkullSatamon, it could go either way if you were honest. You weren't really the best in this, your nature aimed toward the most effective way but you could see many digimon being shortsighted enough to allow this waste of lives for a minor advantage.
But this wasn't about you.
The short Pidmon trudges alongside you in silence, Rinkmon's story weighing heavily on his core. You feel stuck on how to advise the holy champion and help him out of his funk. On the one way, your first inclination is to tell him that violence and slaughter are simply how this world works but… there's more to the subject than that. Your conversation with Wendimon and experiences as one of the victims of a tragedy gave you insight.
What would do a hero? What would do Agnimon? How long it was since you saw him die?
How long has it truly been since your home was destroyed and your childhood dreams torn into pieces? Some time ago you stopped counting the days, it was a life that you threw away so many nights you spend training that you couldn't truly connect with your Drimogemon self even when your spears twist and spin like that nose of your Rookie self.
Days of the past where you admired Flamemon while the 'you' of today couldn't help but scoff at the attitude of the Digimon that you admire for so long time.
Being a Hero didn't save others if you couldn't save yourself first.
So you took a deep breath, because tragedies such as the destruction of Rinkmon's village do happen, that doesn't make them right. The horrible actions carried out should never have occurred and wouldn't have if somemon with enough power had been there to stop it.
And Pit... he was like you, a mon that was made for more than the common digimon in the Host, one day he's going to have actual power. Power enough to influence the Host and its members. The solar medallion in your satchel weighs heavy, reminding you of oaths sworn.
You put one of your hands on his shoulder to call his attention.
"You can't make up for the mistakes you make, or the mistakes of others." You told him bluntly, not matter how much one wants to change the past things it was impossible. "The past has already happened. What the Host did or not is an indisputable fact now."
"Then…" He hesitated.
"Then, you can be better, or at least try to be. The effort could be said to have as much meaning as the success." "That is the power that we have Pit, the power of being at least a bit better than in the past."
"Be… better?" He asked.
"Do better than you did in the past in any manner you can think of, be by becoming stronger by healing another digimon or bringing salvation." You looked up to the sky, the potential that you had before. "I just do what comes naturally for me. Whether you can figure out some way to find… there will be others to help you, you've got to figure it out yourself."
"Thank you my stalwart comrade. That is exactly what I shall do! Angemon would not have stood for any less, so neither will I!" However after a moment, he looks at the path Rinkmon had taken and clenches his hands. "But, what of those the Host has already hurt?"
"As I said, things can't be changed in the past, so use that as an extra motivation." There wasn't time to think about what if, just action. "If you feel regret give a fist with all your strength, if you feel angry heal again another, if you feel merciful then you can smile... It doesn't matter if you get lost in this path, just step forward and see that goal of yours turn into reality."
Late on the third day, your group arrives at the snowy tundra biome's edge. The layers of frozen dirt and snow cut a sharp contrast against the series of tree-like mushrooms populating the hilly area you'd been traveling through, with the nearest vegetation being quite literally frozen from the spillover of cold. It's here that the hunting party splits, with Weddingmon and Mikemon staying to make camp while the rest of you trudge through the deep snow.
Scourge was struggling against the cold, his species had difficulties in this cold biome. Hissing with all his strength to keep himself awake as he refused to fall and skip this battle, Warren watched his brother and nodded towards you, they will not fall back and you told them to make sure to hit the feral when they reached the battle. They were in fact slower in the cold, this whole biome was a weak point to them but you wanted to believe that your wards were made of something stronger and would not be beaten by this.
Sparks also suffered by this are, the cold was enough that he stole your cape.
Not everyone had a resistance or affinity to the cold as you had with Wendimon and Galgomon sharing that feature with you, while Rinkmon's body seems oddly attuned to the chilly air. Beat is a bit more energetic than usual, acting as if exercising will warm him. Pit on the other paw is unfortunately bereft of any sort of protection and ends up trying to use his fire to keep himself warm. Something Galgomon shoots down as "too noticeable", prompting Rinkmon to laugh at your friend.
In the end, your angelic friend does get some protection in that he's the one carrying Galgomon around. Though that only makes Rinkmon smirk all the harder.
Through the next hours, you carefully trudge around the white tundra with Wendimon keeping a distance of at least two-score meters at all times. The champion from Bulwark directs your movements from above, keeping the group following some sort of trail. You're not quite sure what he's seeing in the snow, given how the only things you can glean are slight indentations, but perhaps the picture is more clear from the air? On occasion, you manage to spot a hole dug into the ground... and you can't help but be slightly annoyed at their size and depth, it was a work of genuine discipline and pure stress the doing something like that as a Drimogemon.
The spell that you learned about echolocation helped, you told Wendimon about the hidden traps in the snow. Rotten smell, and all those other little tells about an ambush.
And so after giving a nod you triggered the ambush.
Barely managed to avoid your body being pierced by the halberts of the Ultimate because you were prepared but your speed wasn't enough as your body was pulled away and impacted against the floor, the maw of the creature opened to crush you between its fangs.
Just as planned.
"Zero." Your whole body ignites as the pressured wind made the Fire spread and expand the air around you.
You smiled with cruelty as the Ultimate recoiled, you were a bomb that he brought to the mouth, you weren't unscratched from this act. Far from it, your ears were ringing, and were stunned. Double or triple, the image of the reptilian Ultimate showed itself, scales that were burned off and an eye that ended up melted, it didn't damage it as much as you hoped.
Your spears... you needed to get your spears back!
Arrays of numbers and your healing spell began to be chanted, you barely managed to roll through the snow avoiding being pierced by a spear, your vision was just useless and barely could defend yourself, struggling to survive.
But didn't matter, this wasn't your fight and your part was done already.
A black and yellow blur smashed the side of the Digimon sending him away from your body, the sheer strength and speed were beyond what you expected from Pit and Rinkmon but... Wait, black and yellow?
Your mind barely acknowledges the fact as your spell was finished, the vision that you had was the first thing that was returning to normality when you saw the scene and identity of the Digimon that threw away the feral. Slowly a sense of clarity and familiarity formed around the creature as it reached you and brought back one of your spears to help you to rise back, knowing and understanding your pride.
"Kirihihihi." The demonic hissed with a smile and your eyes widened in realization.
In his back was another Digimon, one that even now you feel a connection towards.
"Hella Verge!" Greeted a single-armed FlameWizardmon. "We came too fast? I would have say, that being worried about saving your shiny metal ass."
A laugh came as satisfaction and pride burned in your digicore, the two of them truly go beyond your own plans.
"Ready to show this noddle what a pair of heroes could do?" Sparks offered with a shit-eating smile on his face.
"I know that Scourge has been waiting to bully it." You responded as you jumped into the back of Scourge.
The demonic Ultimate was more than capable of handling the combined weight of the two, and so the three began to ruin the day of the feral as the other members of the squad were getting tired of holding back the furious noddle after it was outgambled, taking more than enough time in taking revenge for his attempt at eating you.
Sandiramon lost, there weren't other manners to describe it. His life ended the second that Sparks and Scourge evolved, magic tricks and the different mentality of your partner weakened Sandiramon massively as any attempt of deflection and escape were tearer apart by the onslaught of the near infinite energy of Scourge who followed your directions so easily and in a such natural way that guiding him was perfect as your Gilgamesh Slicer cuts through a cloud of poison to open a path for Scourge.
Injuries accumulated fast and finally, the stamina and endurance of Sandiramon failed him, the feral collapsed into the snow too damaged and tired to move as Scourge was still capable of much more.
Wendimon, stabbed the feral through one of the injuries injecting what allowed the corpse to continue.
"Bit more than you could swallow huh." Sparks declares before breaking out into a chuckle.
Your hand moves faster than your mind.
"Ouch." That was for ruining the moment.
"Kihihihihihihi!" And Scourge at least enjoyed it.
...Where was your other spear?
=
It took more than you liked to admit the finding your other weapon, but Sparks and you were very adept at the use of fire and melted the snow, Scourge just use the chance to play around the snow now that he lacked his weakness to cold and Warren was a good digger to help you find your weapon.
"Happy day advisor Sparks! Praise the Lord for your powerful evolution!"
"Twas quite dramatic I'll give it that." The armor digimon nods, before holding out a palm towards Beat. "And yeah, hehe, I'll spar with ya. Just gimme a day to get used to this body first." The darkened Stingmon goes still at that, which you're pretty sure means surprise, then nods in affirmation.
Did evolution give him brain damage?
"In my time of studying, such rapid attunement is rare." Wendimon muses, cupping his chin with one large hand. "I do wonder, what could have possibly occurred to trigger this circumstance."
"Tch, I'm just that good, I was ready days ago." Sparks brags, before flashing you a wink. The one-armed mon pivots towards the figure cradled in the beast digimon's other arm and whistles. "Didn't notice this before, but your subordinate's got some real nice legs there." The Gloaming lieutenant shifts at his words, turning so Rinkmon's limp form is hid behind his body.
Is quite sad that Scourge ended causing Sandiramon to bitch slapped her by accident.
"... perhaps I should make my exit from this conversation." The beast digimon muses, taking a step away from the much smaller digimon. You eye Sparks with surprise, not quite understanding how he'd just gotten the colossal to back off.
Why Wendimon doesn't do that when you talked with his ward?
Shortly thereafter Galgomon brings Weddingmon and Mikemon to Sandiramon's corpse to set up camp… and Sparks wastes no time jogging up to the support digimon and grabbing her hand.
"Monsieur Sparks?" She asks in astonishment as he presses his lips to the back of her hand.
"Please, dost forgive mine failure to appreciate the magnitude of thine transcendent beauty before. 'Twas pure folly to hide mine appreciation. Knoweth that I shalt not make it a second time."
...You will be helping Mikemon to open up Sandiramon, it was just too uncomfortable to watch.
"Enough with the flowery word stuff. We got some data splicing to do. Mister *mine* and *thine* is up first, we gotta wait 'till Rinkmon's up so she can give consent." Mikemon cuts in.
"Right, right." Galgomon odds waving an arm. "Then after that we're totally going to start walking to the next town. So you better start getting ready yeah?"
"You will get the core soon." You told the Bulwark supervisor and began to move to the corpse with Scourge at your side... What? "Scourge, I need to
Scourge jumped and did a summersault making himself into a TITANIC axe, so big that you could see it cutting Wendimon's body in two so easily and it looked incredibly well. It was too big for your frame that looked just ridiculous that you attempted to use Scourge as a weapon.
"Zero." Muscle Burst was activated, and your muscles bulged with the exertion as you separated the axe from the frozen cold ground.
"Daemonshit." You heard a whisper in your back but it didn't matter.
This feels so damn well, a weapon that truly feels like something that you could use.
The strength of Scourge was yours, and step by step cracked the floor as you reached the body of Sandiramon. Heavy and titanic, but it didn't take away your skill and mastery, the polearms and bladeweapons were something that you mastered and dominated.
And with a single powerful slash, the scales and outer skin of Sandiramon were separated from his body.
Scourge and you will have lots of fun in the future.
2.4K, Part 24. Just one more for the number 25. Scourge turned into DeadlyAxemon, and let's be honest with the training of hell that Verge put him and the need to be something different to help him triggered it. Warren and Scourge caps are pretty much reached, their potential is lesser than monsters like squad but Verge made them monsters himself.
- Location
- Somewhere
What would a hero do? What would Agnimon do? How long was it since you saw him die?
Either remove time, or change so into a.
Grammatically accurate, but I think changing it to mistakes you already made, would be better in my opinion.
No.
What is the point of separating them into two " when there is not a non dialogue line in between? Just remove the highlighted " and make it into one dialogue.
Air.
Halberds.
His.
And you could barely defend yourself.
Change this into Hello, I know Sparks has an accent but this just reads weird.
Torn.
Ended up causing.
Missing some words or at the very least missing a " at the end.
When.
- Location
- Barquisimeto
Jaeger is a hero of corrections a never ending fight against bad grammar while I try to push omakes as fast as possible for the sake of spite against NotLucemon.
- Location
- Barquisimeto
Passing thresholds with my series got me quite neat rewards, the one of 20 omakes is probably one of the rewards that gave me hope of breaking the face of Not!Lucemon, 30 may be impossible but 25 needs to be reached at the very least. Also I am better writing Verge as a pragmatic Goblin Slayer than his martial mindset of GrapLeomon, I tried it and couldn't reach the 300 words.
... But none of the omake prompts are about Verge, they are about Sparks and Deimos
Black To White 24
- Location
- Barquisimeto
Black to White 24.
You had to stop your partner from doing something stupid, in his impatience he could have committed an unforgivable mistake in taking Sandiramon's data for power instead of allowing Warren to get that increase of power. A sacrifice must be made to get the most excellent and most rewarding of all, the Legendary Warrior that was in their Ultimate Stage. You could feel your Digicore burning at the idea of devouring that power, something akin to approval came at only choosing the apex and strongest of all preys.
You didn't desire to just defeat the Count, no... you wanted him to feel the difference being so unfathomable that he couldn't even know what deleted him.
Still, you had forced Sparks to join your training sessions while you learned to wield Scourge an activity that the DeadlyAxemon genuinely enjoyed as it was a reminding of childhood moments but simultaneously put your body to the limits and only barely managed to complete any session with him but sadly you were a soft-hearted mon that couldn't say'no' to the equipable Ultimate.
Looking at Warren and Rinkmon you could see a remarkable improvement while not on the level of an evolution is still quite extraordinary and you couldn't really hold back in squeezing the newest potential that your ward acquired for his own good.
The training was hard, even moving away from the Tundra wasn't an excuse for it.
But Pit, he surprised you by showing some improvement beyond expected as he managed to keep up with your reserves all day... He was motivated beyond everything else. Late into the night Pit calls the rest of your squad together and moves out beyond the range of prying ears. You're quite curious about what it could be, but Sparks is the first one to speak up and break the short silence.
"Alright, what do ya want?" And after saying it the FlameWizardmon looked at you.
He knew those bad manners aren't allowed in your presence.
"Friends, comrades. I would speak to you about our allies and... other things." The angel began and it looks important.
"I see."
"Very well."
Beat and you were curious and just waited.
The Pidmon takes your affirmations with a nervous smile and begins fidgeting around with his rod. Clearly nervous about something.
"... tch. Come on and speak up already." Followed by an 'ouch', your comrade and partner just don't learn.
"R-right Advisor Sparks! So..." The angel winces visibly and takes a deep breath. "After listening to the words of Rinkmon and speaking to Wendimon I... I cannot say that the entire Accursed Gloaming is an army of pure malice and evil. Those two do not seek to wreak suffering and destruction upon others for vile reasons and Rinkmon... she only seeks vengeance for a cause I would have called righteous if set against the enemy. Despite their allegiance, I can't-I can no longer call them evil."
So... no more genocide? Was that good or bad? Many of your plans ended in just killing them all when using Pit.
"I have spoken at length with Wendimon and he has spoken of others that lack the same evil. He asked me if I would see through the slaughter of those who cannot, or will not fight but take the Gloaming's side and... I could not tell him yes, for I no longer believe that it is the will of our Holy Lord to bring about so much suffering and destruction." The Pidmon lowers his head to all of you, shame tinting his visible features. "I'm sorry friends, but I can no longer hold the goal of total annihilation." With that he slumps down, and takes a step back as if expecting some sort of outburst.
Beat just shrugs. You just began to alter your plans with a thinking expression. Sparks... begins to laugh.
"Heh, hehehe." The lanky wizard takes a step forward, raises his remaining arm, and punches Pit in the shoulder. Your angelic friend look down at the gloved fist with confusion.
"Wha-" You followed giving Pit a fist bump.
And Beat came after you, letting the Pidmon that the three had his back.
"-Loosen up will ya? You're the only one here that worked about kicking Gloaming butt. None of us think less of ya for realizing there's some friggen' nuance. Pretty sure Verge over there is happy about it."
"I would say happy, unexpected and many plans will be changed but as mercy is the right of the strongest, it will be difficult but I trust you to improve even more to allow this." You weren't going to allow him to become soft, just put him through hell.
So he can become an Arch Angel capable of changing the world.
"Yeah what he said, just uh. Don't forget that most of those Gloaming bastards are evil jerks. So don't fell guilty about deleting every devimon whose ass we kick." Sparks' logic was impeccable.
"Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk! My dearest friends, I must thank you! I feared that my words would drive us apart, but thank the Lord, they've only drawn us closer together!" That laugh again.
Why was becoming familiar? Where have you heard it?
"Why tell us?" Beat questions before pointedly crossing his arms. "This opinion won't be popular with the Host."
"Why? You're my trusted comrades of course! My friends! I trust all of you with my life! There's no reason not to!" Pit preaches a grin on his face.
"... I see." It's called trust, get used to it Beat.
"Blegh," Sparks grumbles taking a step back so he can thrusts his elbow into the Stingmon's side. "Don't be so sullen, Prick."
"Do not make me shatter you." Please do, Sparks was getting
"Heh, bring it on ya bastard! I've got Verge backing me up!"
You pointedly gave a big step away from Sparks, he needed this more than you needed to remind Beat of the peeking order. The armor-digimon stiffens at the sound of you moving away, and turns in confusion.
"Verge?" Is for the greater good Sparks, you are getting cocky.
"You agreed to spar." Beat states, stepping closer to the magical digimon. "The time has come to follow through."
"Alright." He shrugs, taking half a step away from the insect Digimon. "Just give me a second to-Mach Jab!" Your closest friend kicks off his back foot and launches his fist directly towards Beat's face. It's not particularly surprising when the black digimon leans out of the way and smashes the wizard with a countering hook. "Ergh." Sparks stumbles back, his eyes moving into a glare. "That's not enough to put me down Prick, come on!" Beat, unsurprising obliges.
You watched Sparks eating dirt again and again, until he passed out.
Warren came next asking to test himself with Beat and giving a better show by being a more 'physical' digimon nonetheless Beat victory came but Warren fought beyond and cracked the armor but didn't truly manage to defeat the elder Champion.
"My Lord, I failed you." Warren lowered his head at you. "Even with your attention to my training, I lost."
With Scourge it was clear that he didn't care too much about how useful he was or had shame after a defeat but Warren took the honor and duty seriously.
"Good job." You headpatted the Kuwagamon. "Beat is a strong champion and weeks older than you, managing to make him take you seriously is proof of how much you have growth."
The next days continued with a slightly boring undertone and were more than perfect, allowing you all to push the training. Even the most recent attacks from the ferals barely took a minute or less and managed to get more than a few furs to gift back to your lady but apparently a digimon that gladly took time to skin them alive and collect their meat scared away multiple groups.
Mikemon just told you that your technique could get better.
But Ferals don't attack anymore.
From there it's just a few minutes of additional jogging before you hit the small town Galgomon mentioned. The three story wooden walls don't look particularly sturdy, but you guess they're more meant to provide advanced warning against any encroaching champions and halt feral rookies from making their way in.
*Barotown* proves to be a little bit larger than Electown (you're beginning to sense a trend) though the buildings are less uniform in construction. Judging by the dark wood they're constructed out of, the homes and buildings must be made with mostly local materials. Sadly there doesn't appear to be a gym or any large restaurants. Though for some odd reason there's a second gate at the town's rear leading back out into a grove of thickly packed trees that must be dozens of meters tall.
The townsmon do their best avoid your group entirely, speaking only in hushed whispers and the occasional curious look. Which you take to mean they don't meet outsiders very much. As you count the one hundred and fourteen visible digimon, something odd comes to light. Much like in the city-states the majority of these appear to be of *humanoid* species (such as Wizardmon) which is a far cry from the many bestial species that populate Mayor MasterTyrannomon's town.
Beyond that... there's something else. An odd buzz between your shoulder blades that refuses to go away. Beat's walking is likewise tenser than normal which you think means he's feeling it as well.
Mikemon and Galgomon lead your party to the only metal building in town, (the Bulwark fort) and hand over orders to the Cyberdramon in charge that he's to provide housing for you. The cyborg doesn't look particularly happy about it, but he orders his subordinate Sealsdramon and Commandramon to prepare bedding. With that finished the pair states that your groups are free to use the rest of the day as you see fit and head off to gather supplies.
Wendimon and Rinkmon are the first to split off, with the former being happy to explain why when you ask.
"If you must know Imperitus Verge, I have heard certain rumors about this place. Rumors from certain intellectual circles suggesting that this town's protector and founder is quite knowledgeable on all manner of complicated subjects. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be possible to visit *Barotown* and It would be a duplicitous crime to leave all his knowledge untapped."
You send the champion off before he elaborates further and focus on what to do with your own afternoon. Pit doesn't want to split the group, something you're grateful for considering the unknown location.
In the end, you just decided to spend your time appropriately and meet the caretaker of this place. A Devimon being a mailman wasn't really important and Sparks will get the information out of Weddingmon later.
What truly was important was to see the state of this tree and the state of the caretaker to advice him against the weakness of comfort if it was necessary to avoid the tragedy that your own home experienced. But at the end of your meeting with Ogremon, there wasn't a doubt that you had a good smile on your face, the Ogremon was just a different sort of mon than you expected of someone who had the same job as gramps but in the end that probably was for the best.
And as a thanks for his time, you had Warren spar with him.
The experience would be good for him.
And Pit was a fan of Sistermon Noir, it was one of the less weird things that you learned from him.
You wouldn't say that it was something that you could say that was interesting compared to the meeting on the second day, and you weren't talking about meeting Karatenmon or being attacked by mercenaries. Just something that you saw by mere causality, a need way to move from a cocky WereGarurumon and his band of weaklings.
Maybe in some alternative universe, they would be a challenge, but in this one? We had Scourge, training, challenged so many digimon stronger than us, and won every single time through sheer will and then trained harder. You pushed for the best, you aimed for the best and all your squad did the same.
Beat even managed to shut down his opponent, an Okuwagamon that was just plain pathetic trying to mess with Beat's head by sliding down to Stingmon but the warrior refused to accept the lies and tricks, it only managed to piss him enough to evolve towards JewelBeemon (Black) to shut the mouth of the other Insect Ultimate.
May have been excessive to throw Scourge, in his axe form, to Beat for the sake of bisection but overkill has never failed them.
Karatemon may end death when we found her place destroyed but it wasn't your problem, you had a new trick to practice after informed him about the deletion of the stalkers.
Your feet barely managed to move in the first attempt, in the second you detonated the ground, and those after barely began to show any sort of notable improvement. It frustrated you, it annoyed you, and certainly made a fool of yourself while many watched and Ogremon laughed his ass off. But you were reaching there, step by step you were exploring a new way of moving your spirit, at some point you got tired and slowed down making the Elecmon come at you and ask what you were doing which turned into a lesson of patience as you tried to train but the little abomination didn't stop moving around.
Learn to use what you began to call Void Step was put aside for the sake of keeping this rookie from deleting himself. It was nostalgic, you could see a younger version of yourself training with Scourge and Warren before they reached the Champion stage.
But the time in the home of Ogremon ended and it was time to rejoin with the rest of the group.
The journey through town to Bulwark's local fort is a pleasant one. Sparks whistles a tune while riding Scourge and the Weapon Digimon enjoyed that, Beat was high in satisfaction enjoying his evolution and Pit openly preaches at the surrounding mon about the Host's greatness. You meanwhile are recovering from teaching a brat about not being a walking annoyance while Warren was limping from his training with the
With sunset fast approaching most of BaroTown's inhabitants have gone indoors, leaving the streets nearly barren.
With everything going so well, you're entirely caught off guard when a burnt, smoking figure stumbles into the path and raises one shaking hand.
"H-healing…" Agent Karatenmon rasps before collapsing down to one knee. The blackened, barely surviving mon only manages to stay upright through virtue of her sword being planted in the earth, but even then it's close.
How did she managed to survive?
"Spirits! You're alive?!" Sparks shared your surprise.
"Agent Karatenmon! Mega Heal!" A pulse of holy power surges out from Pit's weapon and washes over the wounded mon, but it barely affects her injuries.
You on other hand used Divine Zone Heal the strongest healing measure at your disposition.
"Ma'am we thought the Gloaming deleted you! Mega Heal!" Pit helped you save a bit more of your reserve.
"Stole the… discs. Blew up… my shop. Gloaming, bastards." The Karatenmon cursed but she was healed.
"How'd ya survive?" Sparks interjects, peering closely at the now once again-feathered swordswomon.
"I was below… listening to their transmissions… heard me and… set them off… managed to slide up… just before."
"Heh, course ya had secret room." And moved at a side before your hand could have hit the back of his head.
Tch he was learning.
"You listened to their transmissions." Beat states, cutting into the conversation. "What did you learn?"
"They're calling in a dark-zone cursed Valvemon!" She squawks shooting up into the air.
"A Valvemon?" As Sparks asked the information related to that name popped into your head.
Fuck.
Plans began to form for a new battle you didn't know the exact number of Digimon or how strong was Valvemon but there was something that you wanted and it was to win. Not letting these bastards walk over you and Pit had the same idea as you, he refused to follow the orders of Karatenmon of attacking the temple before the Gloaming.
And at that moment, you feel something snap inside your mind, the memory of losing your home was fresh when you saw the young Elecmon and now she wanted to eliminate the last line of defense?
A pair of reptilian eyes snapped open from the deeps of your core, beginning to trash as you could barely hold back the furious cascade of power and emotion
You barely managed to stop yourself from deleting the Karatenmon when Sparks managed to keep you conscient for the moment and your group decided to warm Ogremon.
Of not interfering in your path.
Right now, you couldn't be controlled or stopped, logic was being burned down as you barely could direct this burning desire for destruction.
During all this travel, you have been angry, you had been annoyed, you had been pissed off, you had feeling sink in your bones and into your Digicore... all for the sake of accumulating a single moment of complete and total rampage. Evolution didn't make you better at controlling your Wrath, it just made you capable of holding more of it for a longer time instead of letting it go immediately.
And now, you were remembering the moments when your rage was truly unleashed.
White flames began to lick your body, coming out from every opening in your armor, your eyes shone with hate from the deeps of your helm. A minor roar came from your mouth instead of answering a question of your partner and was paired with a flow of fire coming out of your helm, at this moment you couldn't understand what was happening but knew that you needed to kill.
The heat melted the ground you walked on if it didn't disintegrate.
Slowly moving until there weren't houses around, until you saw a titanic creature of metal and machinery.
The Wyvern's fangs showed, its wings spread and it didn't hold back or aim anymore.
The spear moved, faster than what the prey could perceive, than what the knight could feel. A single line of white ascended to the sky, jutting out in directions and moving in ways that should be impossible under the laws of the world and reality.
Your spears and this bug of metal collided with as the army was turned into ashes after you passed through them all. There was no epic stalemate, no fighting between powers, a crimson pair of spears moved without any obstacle, the night sky becoming serene once again as the Clouds disperced.
The blazing trail that followed was the only way that your presence could be noticed.
One last explosion of pure white burning fire hits your eyes as you were sent away hundreds of meters away from the core of the star that was created.
A shooting star that fell from the Sky, your body still burning as it and your conscience was dissipating.
What were you?
A Knight...
Or a Dragon?
3.2K, Part 25. Verge was in fact just too pissed and yeah, Datamon survived by luck because his allies died in round 1. This is Verge's first active use of Dragon Collider, pure wrath and hatred at those fuckers that tried to attack a town in his presence.
You had to stop your partner from doing something stupid, in his impatience he could have committed an unforgivable mistake in taking Sandiramon's data for power instead of allowing Warren to get that increase of power. A sacrifice must be made to get the most excellent and most rewarding of all, the Legendary Warrior that was in their Ultimate Stage. You could feel your Digicore burning at the idea of devouring that power, something akin to approval came at only choosing the apex and strongest of all preys.
You didn't desire to just defeat the Count, no... you wanted him to feel the difference being so unfathomable that he couldn't even know what deleted him.
Still, you had forced Sparks to join your training sessions while you learned to wield Scourge an activity that the DeadlyAxemon genuinely enjoyed as it was a reminding of childhood moments but simultaneously put your body to the limits and only barely managed to complete any session with him but sadly you were a soft-hearted mon that couldn't say'no' to the equipable Ultimate.
Looking at Warren and Rinkmon you could see a remarkable improvement while not on the level of an evolution is still quite extraordinary and you couldn't really hold back in squeezing the newest potential that your ward acquired for his own good.
The training was hard, even moving away from the Tundra wasn't an excuse for it.
But Pit, he surprised you by showing some improvement beyond expected as he managed to keep up with your reserves all day... He was motivated beyond everything else. Late into the night Pit calls the rest of your squad together and moves out beyond the range of prying ears. You're quite curious about what it could be, but Sparks is the first one to speak up and break the short silence.
"Alright, what do ya want?" And after saying it the FlameWizardmon looked at you.
He knew those bad manners aren't allowed in your presence.
"Friends, comrades. I would speak to you about our allies and... other things." The angel began and it looks important.
"I see."
"Very well."
Beat and you were curious and just waited.
The Pidmon takes your affirmations with a nervous smile and begins fidgeting around with his rod. Clearly nervous about something.
"... tch. Come on and speak up already." Followed by an 'ouch', your comrade and partner just don't learn.
"R-right Advisor Sparks! So..." The angel winces visibly and takes a deep breath. "After listening to the words of Rinkmon and speaking to Wendimon I... I cannot say that the entire Accursed Gloaming is an army of pure malice and evil. Those two do not seek to wreak suffering and destruction upon others for vile reasons and Rinkmon... she only seeks vengeance for a cause I would have called righteous if set against the enemy. Despite their allegiance, I can't-I can no longer call them evil."
So... no more genocide? Was that good or bad? Many of your plans ended in just killing them all when using Pit.
"I have spoken at length with Wendimon and he has spoken of others that lack the same evil. He asked me if I would see through the slaughter of those who cannot, or will not fight but take the Gloaming's side and... I could not tell him yes, for I no longer believe that it is the will of our Holy Lord to bring about so much suffering and destruction." The Pidmon lowers his head to all of you, shame tinting his visible features. "I'm sorry friends, but I can no longer hold the goal of total annihilation." With that he slumps down, and takes a step back as if expecting some sort of outburst.
Beat just shrugs. You just began to alter your plans with a thinking expression. Sparks... begins to laugh.
"Heh, hehehe." The lanky wizard takes a step forward, raises his remaining arm, and punches Pit in the shoulder. Your angelic friend look down at the gloved fist with confusion.
"Wha-" You followed giving Pit a fist bump.
And Beat came after you, letting the Pidmon that the three had his back.
"-Loosen up will ya? You're the only one here that worked about kicking Gloaming butt. None of us think less of ya for realizing there's some friggen' nuance. Pretty sure Verge over there is happy about it."
"I would say happy, unexpected and many plans will be changed but as mercy is the right of the strongest, it will be difficult but I trust you to improve even more to allow this." You weren't going to allow him to become soft, just put him through hell.
So he can become an Arch Angel capable of changing the world.
"Yeah what he said, just uh. Don't forget that most of those Gloaming bastards are evil jerks. So don't fell guilty about deleting every devimon whose ass we kick." Sparks' logic was impeccable.
"Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk! My dearest friends, I must thank you! I feared that my words would drive us apart, but thank the Lord, they've only drawn us closer together!" That laugh again.
Why was becoming familiar? Where have you heard it?
"Why tell us?" Beat questions before pointedly crossing his arms. "This opinion won't be popular with the Host."
"Why? You're my trusted comrades of course! My friends! I trust all of you with my life! There's no reason not to!" Pit preaches a grin on his face.
"... I see." It's called trust, get used to it Beat.
"Blegh," Sparks grumbles taking a step back so he can thrusts his elbow into the Stingmon's side. "Don't be so sullen, Prick."
"Do not make me shatter you." Please do, Sparks was getting
"Heh, bring it on ya bastard! I've got Verge backing me up!"
You pointedly gave a big step away from Sparks, he needed this more than you needed to remind Beat of the peeking order. The armor-digimon stiffens at the sound of you moving away, and turns in confusion.
"Verge?" Is for the greater good Sparks, you are getting cocky.
"You agreed to spar." Beat states, stepping closer to the magical digimon. "The time has come to follow through."
"Alright." He shrugs, taking half a step away from the insect Digimon. "Just give me a second to-Mach Jab!" Your closest friend kicks off his back foot and launches his fist directly towards Beat's face. It's not particularly surprising when the black digimon leans out of the way and smashes the wizard with a countering hook. "Ergh." Sparks stumbles back, his eyes moving into a glare. "That's not enough to put me down Prick, come on!" Beat, unsurprising obliges.
You watched Sparks eating dirt again and again, until he passed out.
Warren came next asking to test himself with Beat and giving a better show by being a more 'physical' digimon nonetheless Beat victory came but Warren fought beyond and cracked the armor but didn't truly manage to defeat the elder Champion.
"My Lord, I failed you." Warren lowered his head at you. "Even with your attention to my training, I lost."
With Scourge it was clear that he didn't care too much about how useful he was or had shame after a defeat but Warren took the honor and duty seriously.
"Good job." You headpatted the Kuwagamon. "Beat is a strong champion and weeks older than you, managing to make him take you seriously is proof of how much you have growth."
The next days continued with a slightly boring undertone and were more than perfect, allowing you all to push the training. Even the most recent attacks from the ferals barely took a minute or less and managed to get more than a few furs to gift back to your lady but apparently a digimon that gladly took time to skin them alive and collect their meat scared away multiple groups.
Mikemon just told you that your technique could get better.
But Ferals don't attack anymore.
From there it's just a few minutes of additional jogging before you hit the small town Galgomon mentioned. The three story wooden walls don't look particularly sturdy, but you guess they're more meant to provide advanced warning against any encroaching champions and halt feral rookies from making their way in.
*Barotown* proves to be a little bit larger than Electown (you're beginning to sense a trend) though the buildings are less uniform in construction. Judging by the dark wood they're constructed out of, the homes and buildings must be made with mostly local materials. Sadly there doesn't appear to be a gym or any large restaurants. Though for some odd reason there's a second gate at the town's rear leading back out into a grove of thickly packed trees that must be dozens of meters tall.
The townsmon do their best avoid your group entirely, speaking only in hushed whispers and the occasional curious look. Which you take to mean they don't meet outsiders very much. As you count the one hundred and fourteen visible digimon, something odd comes to light. Much like in the city-states the majority of these appear to be of *humanoid* species (such as Wizardmon) which is a far cry from the many bestial species that populate Mayor MasterTyrannomon's town.
Beyond that... there's something else. An odd buzz between your shoulder blades that refuses to go away. Beat's walking is likewise tenser than normal which you think means he's feeling it as well.
Mikemon and Galgomon lead your party to the only metal building in town, (the Bulwark fort) and hand over orders to the Cyberdramon in charge that he's to provide housing for you. The cyborg doesn't look particularly happy about it, but he orders his subordinate Sealsdramon and Commandramon to prepare bedding. With that finished the pair states that your groups are free to use the rest of the day as you see fit and head off to gather supplies.
Wendimon and Rinkmon are the first to split off, with the former being happy to explain why when you ask.
"If you must know Imperitus Verge, I have heard certain rumors about this place. Rumors from certain intellectual circles suggesting that this town's protector and founder is quite knowledgeable on all manner of complicated subjects. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be possible to visit *Barotown* and It would be a duplicitous crime to leave all his knowledge untapped."
You send the champion off before he elaborates further and focus on what to do with your own afternoon. Pit doesn't want to split the group, something you're grateful for considering the unknown location.
In the end, you just decided to spend your time appropriately and meet the caretaker of this place. A Devimon being a mailman wasn't really important and Sparks will get the information out of Weddingmon later.
What truly was important was to see the state of this tree and the state of the caretaker to advice him against the weakness of comfort if it was necessary to avoid the tragedy that your own home experienced. But at the end of your meeting with Ogremon, there wasn't a doubt that you had a good smile on your face, the Ogremon was just a different sort of mon than you expected of someone who had the same job as gramps but in the end that probably was for the best.
And as a thanks for his time, you had Warren spar with him.
The experience would be good for him.
And Pit was a fan of Sistermon Noir, it was one of the less weird things that you learned from him.
You wouldn't say that it was something that you could say that was interesting compared to the meeting on the second day, and you weren't talking about meeting Karatenmon or being attacked by mercenaries. Just something that you saw by mere causality, a need way to move from a cocky WereGarurumon and his band of weaklings.
Maybe in some alternative universe, they would be a challenge, but in this one? We had Scourge, training, challenged so many digimon stronger than us, and won every single time through sheer will and then trained harder. You pushed for the best, you aimed for the best and all your squad did the same.
Beat even managed to shut down his opponent, an Okuwagamon that was just plain pathetic trying to mess with Beat's head by sliding down to Stingmon but the warrior refused to accept the lies and tricks, it only managed to piss him enough to evolve towards JewelBeemon (Black) to shut the mouth of the other Insect Ultimate.
May have been excessive to throw Scourge, in his axe form, to Beat for the sake of bisection but overkill has never failed them.
Karatemon may end death when we found her place destroyed but it wasn't your problem, you had a new trick to practice after informed him about the deletion of the stalkers.
Your feet barely managed to move in the first attempt, in the second you detonated the ground, and those after barely began to show any sort of notable improvement. It frustrated you, it annoyed you, and certainly made a fool of yourself while many watched and Ogremon laughed his ass off. But you were reaching there, step by step you were exploring a new way of moving your spirit, at some point you got tired and slowed down making the Elecmon come at you and ask what you were doing which turned into a lesson of patience as you tried to train but the little abomination didn't stop moving around.
Learn to use what you began to call Void Step was put aside for the sake of keeping this rookie from deleting himself. It was nostalgic, you could see a younger version of yourself training with Scourge and Warren before they reached the Champion stage.
But the time in the home of Ogremon ended and it was time to rejoin with the rest of the group.
The journey through town to Bulwark's local fort is a pleasant one. Sparks whistles a tune while riding Scourge and the Weapon Digimon enjoyed that, Beat was high in satisfaction enjoying his evolution and Pit openly preaches at the surrounding mon about the Host's greatness. You meanwhile are recovering from teaching a brat about not being a walking annoyance while Warren was limping from his training with the
With sunset fast approaching most of BaroTown's inhabitants have gone indoors, leaving the streets nearly barren.
With everything going so well, you're entirely caught off guard when a burnt, smoking figure stumbles into the path and raises one shaking hand.
"H-healing…" Agent Karatenmon rasps before collapsing down to one knee. The blackened, barely surviving mon only manages to stay upright through virtue of her sword being planted in the earth, but even then it's close.
How did she managed to survive?
"Spirits! You're alive?!" Sparks shared your surprise.
"Agent Karatenmon! Mega Heal!" A pulse of holy power surges out from Pit's weapon and washes over the wounded mon, but it barely affects her injuries.
You on other hand used Divine Zone Heal the strongest healing measure at your disposition.
"Ma'am we thought the Gloaming deleted you! Mega Heal!" Pit helped you save a bit more of your reserve.
"Stole the… discs. Blew up… my shop. Gloaming, bastards." The Karatenmon cursed but she was healed.
"How'd ya survive?" Sparks interjects, peering closely at the now once again-feathered swordswomon.
"I was below… listening to their transmissions… heard me and… set them off… managed to slide up… just before."
"Heh, course ya had secret room." And moved at a side before your hand could have hit the back of his head.
Tch he was learning.
"You listened to their transmissions." Beat states, cutting into the conversation. "What did you learn?"
"They're calling in a dark-zone cursed Valvemon!" She squawks shooting up into the air.
"A Valvemon?" As Sparks asked the information related to that name popped into your head.
Fuck.
Plans began to form for a new battle you didn't know the exact number of Digimon or how strong was Valvemon but there was something that you wanted and it was to win. Not letting these bastards walk over you and Pit had the same idea as you, he refused to follow the orders of Karatenmon of attacking the temple before the Gloaming.
And at that moment, you feel something snap inside your mind, the memory of losing your home was fresh when you saw the young Elecmon and now she wanted to eliminate the last line of defense?
A pair of reptilian eyes snapped open from the deeps of your core, beginning to trash as you could barely hold back the furious cascade of power and emotion
You barely managed to stop yourself from deleting the Karatenmon when Sparks managed to keep you conscient for the moment and your group decided to warm Ogremon.
Of not interfering in your path.
Right now, you couldn't be controlled or stopped, logic was being burned down as you barely could direct this burning desire for destruction.
During all this travel, you have been angry, you had been annoyed, you had been pissed off, you had feeling sink in your bones and into your Digicore... all for the sake of accumulating a single moment of complete and total rampage. Evolution didn't make you better at controlling your Wrath, it just made you capable of holding more of it for a longer time instead of letting it go immediately.
And now, you were remembering the moments when your rage was truly unleashed.
White flames began to lick your body, coming out from every opening in your armor, your eyes shone with hate from the deeps of your helm. A minor roar came from your mouth instead of answering a question of your partner and was paired with a flow of fire coming out of your helm, at this moment you couldn't understand what was happening but knew that you needed to kill.
The heat melted the ground you walked on if it didn't disintegrate.
Slowly moving until there weren't houses around, until you saw a titanic creature of metal and machinery.
The Wyvern's fangs showed, its wings spread and it didn't hold back or aim anymore.
[Dragon Collider]
The spear moved, faster than what the prey could perceive, than what the knight could feel. A single line of white ascended to the sky, jutting out in directions and moving in ways that should be impossible under the laws of the world and reality.
Your spears and this bug of metal collided with as the army was turned into ashes after you passed through them all. There was no epic stalemate, no fighting between powers, a crimson pair of spears moved without any obstacle, the night sky becoming serene once again as the Clouds disperced.
The blazing trail that followed was the only way that your presence could be noticed.
One last explosion of pure white burning fire hits your eyes as you were sent away hundreds of meters away from the core of the star that was created.
A shooting star that fell from the Sky, your body still burning as it and your conscience was dissipating.
What were you?
A Knight...
Or a Dragon?
3.2K, Part 25. Verge was in fact just too pissed and yeah, Datamon survived by luck because his allies died in round 1. This is Verge's first active use of Dragon Collider, pure wrath and hatred at those fuckers that tried to attack a town in his presence.
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Canon Omake: Deimos’ CQC Teaching, By Undead Frog
Sometimes Demios wondered how he got into these situations.
It had just begun as a three way conversation between himself, Fonte, and his sensei about fighting styles and how hand to hand compared with the way most Knightmon normally fought.
Now it wasn't a bad conversation, far from it…But it had somehow ended with him agreeing to help teach Fonte's Knightmon in hand to hand fighting.
Thus leading to his current state… trying to teach a bunch of Knightmon.
… To be fair they weren't exactly bad students, but the assembled Knightmon for the most part didn't have the inherent hand to hand skills that some species such as Gryzmon or even Mammemon would have.
Currently he was explaining the differences in how he taught the heavier Knightmon vs the lighter ones. Of course all Knightmon were heavy to some degree, but there was a notable difference between say the ones that had come from machine digimon versus ones that had evolved from organic ones.
One Knightmon raised his hands, it was another Golemon evolved Knightmon named Brick if Demios was remembering his nicknames right. "Squire Demios, if I might ask, are these differences the reason you've divided us into two groups?"
"Yep." Huh… it felt oddly satisfying to see a student make a connection themselves… he could see why sensei took up teaching. "It's a lot harder to dodge if you're heavy like Sensei or my Ultimate form. Even if you're the same size, composition can do a lot to change how much a mon weighs. In general muscle tends to be heavier than fat, fire tends not to have any weight to it at all, and of course minerals tend to be heavier than just about anything most organic digimon can manage. So, in order to compensate I'm going to have to teach the lighter among you in my current form and then I'll have to upshift back to Ultimate to teach those of you on the heavier side of things."
The elicited a few groans from the assembled Knightmon… and to be honest Demios couldn't help but sympathize with the sentiment. "Yeah, sorry about that… I know my Ultimate self can be a bit… intense."
Another Knightmon raised their hand and Demios called on them. "Squire Demios… if I might ask, is there a reason your two stages have such different personalities?"
"As far as I can tell my Ultimate form is just… er, well mentally different from my Champion one." Demios shrugged. "Honestly I'm just glad it's not just me on that front, heck even Sensei is different in his forms… I tend to find that he's more personable and more likely to explain things in his GrappLeomon form…I think it varies more from mon to mon, but when you learn to slide up and down you tend to learn that your different forms tend to think somewhat differently."
This actually got some agreement from several of the Knightmon, most notably the few that Fonte mentioned as having skill in spirit manipulation. Presumably that meant they knew how to slide down too. The others probably just had a good memory of their early Ultimate days.
Brick once again raised his hand, and once again Demios called on him. "I presume the differences in weight are why you were chosen as our hand to hand instructor? Forgive me for saying this but while your master is one of the most skilled mon I've met it seems as if he is… in another weight class from the average Knightmon."
"Correct. Sensei is huge, has large amounts of some pretty dense metal in his body due to his bones. Plus most of the rest of his body is composed of heavy muscle." Demios remarked. "He'd need to be a bit more hands off than he'd like to be in this case, and Fonte was in agreement so that's why I'm here…Well, ok, that and I feel kind of bad about how my Ultimate form was when we arrived earlier and I wanted to help out."
He pointedly ignored several comments of 'dawwww' from the assorted Knightmon.
"Umm, anyway." Demios began deciding that about now was the time to move things along. "Now this first part is mostly doing general hand to hand combat, it'll help me to get a good impression of your skills and how much work you each need."
Thankfully for Demios the assembled Knightmon were at the very least not garbage when it came to hand to hand combat, it seems that though Fonte was far from a specialist in the art like Sensei she certainly was not going to leave her students helpless if they'd wound up deprived of their weapons.
Unfortunately that didn't exactly make them good, just passable, but it at least meant that he had a base to work with when he got down to the actual teaching.
The rest of the day was divided between him teaching the lighter weighted Knightmon in his Champion form, which in all honestly was mostly easier by dint of his Champion form being by far the more social. The heavier Knightmon had to deal with his Ultimate form…. Well at least his his Ultimate form was better about not exhibiting all of his more annoying traits, and it did seem like the Knightmon he was teaching managed to improve… so that was good.
Overall Demios would say that this was a good first session.
Annnnnd now Xia fell asleep on him.
Welp, looks like he wouldn't be moving for the next hour or so.
It had just begun as a three way conversation between himself, Fonte, and his sensei about fighting styles and how hand to hand compared with the way most Knightmon normally fought.
Now it wasn't a bad conversation, far from it…But it had somehow ended with him agreeing to help teach Fonte's Knightmon in hand to hand fighting.
Thus leading to his current state… trying to teach a bunch of Knightmon.
… To be fair they weren't exactly bad students, but the assembled Knightmon for the most part didn't have the inherent hand to hand skills that some species such as Gryzmon or even Mammemon would have.
Currently he was explaining the differences in how he taught the heavier Knightmon vs the lighter ones. Of course all Knightmon were heavy to some degree, but there was a notable difference between say the ones that had come from machine digimon versus ones that had evolved from organic ones.
One Knightmon raised his hands, it was another Golemon evolved Knightmon named Brick if Demios was remembering his nicknames right. "Squire Demios, if I might ask, are these differences the reason you've divided us into two groups?"
"Yep." Huh… it felt oddly satisfying to see a student make a connection themselves… he could see why sensei took up teaching. "It's a lot harder to dodge if you're heavy like Sensei or my Ultimate form. Even if you're the same size, composition can do a lot to change how much a mon weighs. In general muscle tends to be heavier than fat, fire tends not to have any weight to it at all, and of course minerals tend to be heavier than just about anything most organic digimon can manage. So, in order to compensate I'm going to have to teach the lighter among you in my current form and then I'll have to upshift back to Ultimate to teach those of you on the heavier side of things."
The elicited a few groans from the assembled Knightmon… and to be honest Demios couldn't help but sympathize with the sentiment. "Yeah, sorry about that… I know my Ultimate self can be a bit… intense."
Another Knightmon raised their hand and Demios called on them. "Squire Demios… if I might ask, is there a reason your two stages have such different personalities?"
"As far as I can tell my Ultimate form is just… er, well mentally different from my Champion one." Demios shrugged. "Honestly I'm just glad it's not just me on that front, heck even Sensei is different in his forms… I tend to find that he's more personable and more likely to explain things in his GrappLeomon form…I think it varies more from mon to mon, but when you learn to slide up and down you tend to learn that your different forms tend to think somewhat differently."
This actually got some agreement from several of the Knightmon, most notably the few that Fonte mentioned as having skill in spirit manipulation. Presumably that meant they knew how to slide down too. The others probably just had a good memory of their early Ultimate days.
Brick once again raised his hand, and once again Demios called on him. "I presume the differences in weight are why you were chosen as our hand to hand instructor? Forgive me for saying this but while your master is one of the most skilled mon I've met it seems as if he is… in another weight class from the average Knightmon."
"Correct. Sensei is huge, has large amounts of some pretty dense metal in his body due to his bones. Plus most of the rest of his body is composed of heavy muscle." Demios remarked. "He'd need to be a bit more hands off than he'd like to be in this case, and Fonte was in agreement so that's why I'm here…Well, ok, that and I feel kind of bad about how my Ultimate form was when we arrived earlier and I wanted to help out."
He pointedly ignored several comments of 'dawwww' from the assorted Knightmon.
"Umm, anyway." Demios began deciding that about now was the time to move things along. "Now this first part is mostly doing general hand to hand combat, it'll help me to get a good impression of your skills and how much work you each need."
Thankfully for Demios the assembled Knightmon were at the very least not garbage when it came to hand to hand combat, it seems that though Fonte was far from a specialist in the art like Sensei she certainly was not going to leave her students helpless if they'd wound up deprived of their weapons.
Unfortunately that didn't exactly make them good, just passable, but it at least meant that he had a base to work with when he got down to the actual teaching.
The rest of the day was divided between him teaching the lighter weighted Knightmon in his Champion form, which in all honestly was mostly easier by dint of his Champion form being by far the more social. The heavier Knightmon had to deal with his Ultimate form…. Well at least his his Ultimate form was better about not exhibiting all of his more annoying traits, and it did seem like the Knightmon he was teaching managed to improve… so that was good.
Overall Demios would say that this was a good first session.
Annnnnd now Xia fell asleep on him.
Welp, looks like he wouldn't be moving for the next hour or so.
- Location
- Somewhere
Black to White 24 corrections.
Canon Omake: Deimos' CQC Teaching corrections.
A Legendary Warrior, using the would imply its singular when Legendary Warriors are a group.
Add a space between say and 'no' also DeadlyAxemon is a Champion, same as SkullKnightmon as otherwise DarkKnightmon would be a Mega if his two components were Ultimates.
Beyond what was expected.
Not complete.
Going by context I assume you meant wouldn't.
Feel.
Why was that becoming familiar.
Incomplete, did you mean Sparks was getting uppity, obnoxious, or annoying?
Took, pecking.
eat.
Lost.
Once again you had Verge at Imperius at previous omakes.
Needed or neat depending on what you meant.
Karatenmon may end up dead, after you informed him.
Missing a full stop at the end.
Conscient is a word buts its French for conscious and Verge isn't Leopardmon, also you may have meant conscience.
You had the feelings sink in your bones.
Either change this into Breath of Wyvern as you had Verge do a charge attack, which Breath of Wyvern is and Dragon Collider is an energy attack that takes the form of dragons, or change the charge into Verge shooting phantom dragons at enemy.
Canon Omake: Deimos' CQC Teaching corrections.
Deimos.
Mamemon.
Deimos.
Deimos.
Reverse the order.
Deimos.
Deimos.
Deimos.
Deimos.
Deimos.
Deimos.
Deimos.
Deimos.
Canon Omake: Drill Storm: By Zwart Yeager
- Location
- Somewhere
The cold open air of Flux Mountains greets you as step through the open doors of Bulwark's base. Your every breath coming out with visible cold mist, as you carry with you the product of the last couple hours of labor.
A perfectly carved replica of the Angemon calling himself *The Brightest Morningstar* with his ten wings outstretched, and with an arm extended. The Champion's fist closed except for an upraised middle finger based on your memory of your last encounter with him.
A perfect way to stoke your wrath for this training exercise.
A skeletal framework carved from the strongest and heaviest metal fossil you could create from your Crusher Bone attack, the skin and flesh carved from the hardiest metallized roots you pulled up with Thousand Spikes to envelop the skeletal frame, and lastly a divine iron created from your Rodha attack was shaped into Angemon's helm. The training dummy was left hairless however as you had no way of conjuring hair like substances and you couldn't be bothered to go find one for something you created to test your techniques on.
Trekking through the snow, you waved back as a courtesy towards some returning Bulwark troops as you moved away from the base as a safety measure for your training exercise.
Finding a relatively barren snowy plateau you set your hairless version of Morningstar down before moving away at the set distance that the tournament have their fighters start at.
As you face your bald helmeted creation, you closed your eyes and visualized what the Angemon would do during your match. Followed by what your own response would be to his attacks.
Hrmm... should Angemon start the match with his rain of light attack... Then mayhaps the optimal counter would be to break the line of sight by creating a barrier of metal. And then to launch an attack from outside his line of sight.
You open your eyes, the scenario in your mind taking place in less than a few seconds as you glare at your creation. Its smug grin and upraised middle finger, make it particularly easy to access Wrath Mode, your body growing five feet and dark flames of Wrath bursting from your turbines.
Some might suggest that you're taking this exercise too seriously, but you feel the need to relieve some stress. Moreover the anger you feel at Angemon taking away your rematch with Grademon, and at Grademon herself for giving up will make destroying this replica feel particularly satisfying.
I could use additional practice with the roots, though given the nature of our arena... there's a chance you won't be able to utilize them Verge. No matter, my skill with Rodha is already proficient enough should there be no plant life.
Without further ado, you slam your hands through the ground, your Qi quickly searching and moving through a network of roots, transmuting it into metal and having it burst around forming a protective dome. Meanwhile, you claw into the ground, sending out a second burst of spirit that parts the earth in preparation for your movement.
Swiftly you travel towards your Angemon replica, and after arriving right under it you burst out with an Uppercut aimed right its chin. The metallic wood skin splinters upon contact with your Kuma Tsume while the metal bones bend from your punch.
As the force sends its flying through the air, your turbines are already sparking with the needed electricity for your next technique. As an Angel he won't be particularly vulnerable to lightning, but the technique may catch him off guard.
"Ultimate Thunder" Twin-linked lightning balls blast out of your palms quickly catching up and striking the training dummy midair. Upon impact the highly concentrated energy absorbs into then blows up a good chunk of its chest, which would hopefully stun the real Morningstar in the fight proper. Not that you're quite finished.
"Highland Fang" You leap up after the damaged dummy, catching its upraised arm in your jaws and tearing it apart. As the force spreads cracks throughout the replica's frame, you feel a familiar aura approaching you.
After briefly pausing, you turn around and arrest your momentum. Ardat appears in the corner of your eye, though your gaze is still fixed on the free falling training dummy, and the violet winds gathering around your right arm forming a drill shape.
"Drill Spin!" Your final attack bores through the Morningstar replica, your attack having smashed it into pieces, and as the viral winds corrodes what's left, you hear claps coming from the aura you felt.
"What a magnificent finale My Knight! So cool-I mean awesome-I mean powerful and dignified! In fact, it impressed upon me so much that I, the future leading lady of this server, the Grandmaster of Wind, desire to do it myself." Ardat proclaimed, giddy with joy at the move you performed.
"I see... then do you desire my assistance in learning it?" You offer your friend, her desire to learn blatant to you.
"Would I?! Thanks so much Verge-I mean of course My Knight if you are so willing, then it would be a shame to not take you up on your offer." Ardat demurred despite her obvious enthusiasm for learning a wind technique that she inspired.
From there you went on to teach Ardat the various workings of the Drill Spin technique. Her ability to manipulate wind already surpasses your own, but in terms of raw Qi your own experience trumps her own. The next few minutes are spent carefully tutoring her from the obvious, to the subject's subtleties. Between her natural talent, nature as a Scion and prior experience, the LadyDevimon is quick to pick up on the subject of increasing her spirit's density. Rotating the more *solid* Qi takes more time, but after little more than an hour she's ready to start practicing in earnest.
Setting up targets to practice upon is a simple matter. All you need do is step and send out a pulse of spirit to raise two more dummies from the earth.
Now, for an example.
"Gather your spirit to generate winds around an arm." You held out your arm for Ardat to observe as desire tinted wind coalesces around it. "Shape the winds into a spiraling drill shape, concentrating its force into a single point." The winds around your arm slowly transforms into a drill to illustrate to Ardat how the process works.
"Like this my Knight?" Nodding her head Ardat copies your action, her clawed left arm gathering wind the same as yours does, as her past as a Witchmon who specialized in wind spells showing its worth in how quickly she understood and copied you.
"Correct. Now to perform this move you-" The muscles in the arm holding the wind drill tense, veins protruding as you wind back your arm, and you shift your feet to move forth in an explosive motion. "-must strike with at least this much force. Drill Spin!" You move, beside Ardat in one instant and the next bore a hole through one of the targets you'd drawn up.
"Proceed" You urge the LadyDevimon on, to which she nods in assent before taking up position. Her left arm tenses and rises up into position, her gaze fixed on the other statue you'd brought up.
"Alright my Knight! Behold as the future leading Lady of this world shows you her arcane mastery over this technique." Taking a deep breath, she slowly shapes the violet winds around her left arm slowly forming a drill.
"Drill Spin!" She charges, and the result was as obvious as yours as the enormous dummy has a hole in it, one that looks exactly the same size as the hole you made. As both of you watch the resulting wreck, she takes the moment to smile at you which is for some reason oddly foreboding to you.
"My Knight I think I can push this further." She states before she once again gathers wind around her arm, but this time she doesn't stop at her previous level. The cloudy sky descends around her arm, forming an entire tornado that only picks up speed with every passing moment. When she finishes, you're left staring at the literal storm of condensed wind and Qi she's condensed into a hundred foot drill.
This may have been a poor decision.
"DRILL SPIN!!!" And that nearby mountain is now gone, you might have made a mistake in teaching her this... No, One can never have enough techniques.
A perfectly carved replica of the Angemon calling himself *The Brightest Morningstar* with his ten wings outstretched, and with an arm extended. The Champion's fist closed except for an upraised middle finger based on your memory of your last encounter with him.
A perfect way to stoke your wrath for this training exercise.
A skeletal framework carved from the strongest and heaviest metal fossil you could create from your Crusher Bone attack, the skin and flesh carved from the hardiest metallized roots you pulled up with Thousand Spikes to envelop the skeletal frame, and lastly a divine iron created from your Rodha attack was shaped into Angemon's helm. The training dummy was left hairless however as you had no way of conjuring hair like substances and you couldn't be bothered to go find one for something you created to test your techniques on.
Trekking through the snow, you waved back as a courtesy towards some returning Bulwark troops as you moved away from the base as a safety measure for your training exercise.
Finding a relatively barren snowy plateau you set your hairless version of Morningstar down before moving away at the set distance that the tournament have their fighters start at.
As you face your bald helmeted creation, you closed your eyes and visualized what the Angemon would do during your match. Followed by what your own response would be to his attacks.
Hrmm... should Angemon start the match with his rain of light attack... Then mayhaps the optimal counter would be to break the line of sight by creating a barrier of metal. And then to launch an attack from outside his line of sight.
You open your eyes, the scenario in your mind taking place in less than a few seconds as you glare at your creation. Its smug grin and upraised middle finger, make it particularly easy to access Wrath Mode, your body growing five feet and dark flames of Wrath bursting from your turbines.
Some might suggest that you're taking this exercise too seriously, but you feel the need to relieve some stress. Moreover the anger you feel at Angemon taking away your rematch with Grademon, and at Grademon herself for giving up will make destroying this replica feel particularly satisfying.
I could use additional practice with the roots, though given the nature of our arena... there's a chance you won't be able to utilize them Verge. No matter, my skill with Rodha is already proficient enough should there be no plant life.
Without further ado, you slam your hands through the ground, your Qi quickly searching and moving through a network of roots, transmuting it into metal and having it burst around forming a protective dome. Meanwhile, you claw into the ground, sending out a second burst of spirit that parts the earth in preparation for your movement.
Swiftly you travel towards your Angemon replica, and after arriving right under it you burst out with an Uppercut aimed right its chin. The metallic wood skin splinters upon contact with your Kuma Tsume while the metal bones bend from your punch.
As the force sends its flying through the air, your turbines are already sparking with the needed electricity for your next technique. As an Angel he won't be particularly vulnerable to lightning, but the technique may catch him off guard.
"Ultimate Thunder" Twin-linked lightning balls blast out of your palms quickly catching up and striking the training dummy midair. Upon impact the highly concentrated energy absorbs into then blows up a good chunk of its chest, which would hopefully stun the real Morningstar in the fight proper. Not that you're quite finished.
"Highland Fang" You leap up after the damaged dummy, catching its upraised arm in your jaws and tearing it apart. As the force spreads cracks throughout the replica's frame, you feel a familiar aura approaching you.
After briefly pausing, you turn around and arrest your momentum. Ardat appears in the corner of your eye, though your gaze is still fixed on the free falling training dummy, and the violet winds gathering around your right arm forming a drill shape.
"Drill Spin!" Your final attack bores through the Morningstar replica, your attack having smashed it into pieces, and as the viral winds corrodes what's left, you hear claps coming from the aura you felt.
"What a magnificent finale My Knight! So cool-I mean awesome-I mean powerful and dignified! In fact, it impressed upon me so much that I, the future leading lady of this server, the Grandmaster of Wind, desire to do it myself." Ardat proclaimed, giddy with joy at the move you performed.
"I see... then do you desire my assistance in learning it?" You offer your friend, her desire to learn blatant to you.
"Would I?! Thanks so much Verge-I mean of course My Knight if you are so willing, then it would be a shame to not take you up on your offer." Ardat demurred despite her obvious enthusiasm for learning a wind technique that she inspired.
From there you went on to teach Ardat the various workings of the Drill Spin technique. Her ability to manipulate wind already surpasses your own, but in terms of raw Qi your own experience trumps her own. The next few minutes are spent carefully tutoring her from the obvious, to the subject's subtleties. Between her natural talent, nature as a Scion and prior experience, the LadyDevimon is quick to pick up on the subject of increasing her spirit's density. Rotating the more *solid* Qi takes more time, but after little more than an hour she's ready to start practicing in earnest.
Setting up targets to practice upon is a simple matter. All you need do is step and send out a pulse of spirit to raise two more dummies from the earth.
Now, for an example.
"Gather your spirit to generate winds around an arm." You held out your arm for Ardat to observe as desire tinted wind coalesces around it. "Shape the winds into a spiraling drill shape, concentrating its force into a single point." The winds around your arm slowly transforms into a drill to illustrate to Ardat how the process works.
"Like this my Knight?" Nodding her head Ardat copies your action, her clawed left arm gathering wind the same as yours does, as her past as a Witchmon who specialized in wind spells showing its worth in how quickly she understood and copied you.
"Correct. Now to perform this move you-" The muscles in the arm holding the wind drill tense, veins protruding as you wind back your arm, and you shift your feet to move forth in an explosive motion. "-must strike with at least this much force. Drill Spin!" You move, beside Ardat in one instant and the next bore a hole through one of the targets you'd drawn up.
"Proceed" You urge the LadyDevimon on, to which she nods in assent before taking up position. Her left arm tenses and rises up into position, her gaze fixed on the other statue you'd brought up.
"Alright my Knight! Behold as the future leading Lady of this world shows you her arcane mastery over this technique." Taking a deep breath, she slowly shapes the violet winds around her left arm slowly forming a drill.
"Drill Spin!" She charges, and the result was as obvious as yours as the enormous dummy has a hole in it, one that looks exactly the same size as the hole you made. As both of you watch the resulting wreck, she takes the moment to smile at you which is for some reason oddly foreboding to you.
"My Knight I think I can push this further." She states before she once again gathers wind around her arm, but this time she doesn't stop at her previous level. The cloudy sky descends around her arm, forming an entire tornado that only picks up speed with every passing moment. When she finishes, you're left staring at the literal storm of condensed wind and Qi she's condensed into a hundred foot drill.
This may have been a poor decision.
"DRILL SPIN!!!" And that nearby mountain is now gone, you might have made a mistake in teaching her this... No, One can never have enough techniques.
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Did I miss something? I know Verge has the bonzai tree thing as a hobby, but since when has he been able to weaponize his plant manipulation? I'm honestly drawing a blank here.
drexal15
Proud GM
Zwart did an earlier Omake, where Verge learned the move. He loaded a Petaldramon a while back.
Vanargand
So tired.....
I am reminded that Ghost Game Lilithmon is perfectly willing and wanting to throw hands
Like out meeled the fuck outta of Lamortmon and Tethismon
Went Claw to Sword with Siriusmon and was doing it pretty well even impaled his guts. This is your reminder that Lilithmon can digivolve from Bastemon, a martial arts cat and LadyDevimon who is pretty much Devimon+....well when they matter
Like out meeled the fuck outta of Lamortmon and Tethismon
Went Claw to Sword with Siriusmon and was doing it pretty well even impaled his guts. This is your reminder that Lilithmon can digivolve from Bastemon, a martial arts cat and LadyDevimon who is pretty much Devimon+....well when they matter
An now you know why I'd actually consider Bastemon an option for a theoretical female Verge.
Doom kitty be scary in either timeline.
Thank goodness no one other than Thresh saw that.
Verge has already killed quite a few LWs.... and may or may not substantially increase that number.
Vanargand
So tired.....
Let's see
Can Digivolve into Kuzuhamon, Dianamon, Ofanimon or Lilithmon so upgrades to spirit and whatnot.
Ardat would go full Megumin Chuuni Rivalry Stuff, Demon Lord Side would be trying to flex with elegance and manners and whatnot only to get pissed when all that stuff completely flies over Bastemon's head
Tho if MA focus is kept I could see it opening the Mervamon route tho
Minervamon- LITTLE SISTER MINEMINEMINEMINEEEEEEEEEEE
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Or worse.
She'd try to be... a big sister!
Could you imagine the horror of Ardat trying to be responsible?