MangoFlan
Cold... I feel cold...
Wait... Marcus Damon is a 14 year old?! This is the one from Data Squad, right? I thought they were like 16 or 18 or in their 20s. He had a job, and they went into operations.
Digimon Inheritance: A Heroic Lion's Turbulent Times
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There's exactly two canon cases of Ruin Mode.
The first one, Shinegreymon, happens as a failed attempt at Burst Mode. Similar level of power, but become feral and keep going until the mode kills you.
The other case is
Huanglongmon. And in that case it more has the name because its a living calamity that dooms everything. Its just permanently in that mode.
The main cast of Savers/Data Squad are all way younger than you would expect. Masaru and Thoma are both 14 while Yoshino, the one treated like an adult and who was already in DATS, is merely 18.
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Canonically speaking, Marcus Damon is still only 14. So is Thomas - Yoshino is the only DATS team member who's an adult, and she's only 18 herself.
Just anime ages at work.
Stupid question but do you guys consider digimon to be a Isekai?
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Technically yes.
Some entries in the franchise (like Adventure) yes.
Vanargand
So tired.....
Nah Digimon has some very weird takes every now and then
Just look at Kizuna. Mimi who has the closest bond with Palmon through the entire series and Izzy whose LITERAL JOB is Digimon Research are gonna lose their mons because they 'lost' what made them close to their digimon and Sora just folded and gave up because japan is all about that tradition and inheriting your family's shit even if you absolutely don't want to do it. Even Persona the "Hell yeah free expression" game deal with heirs by them just going "Oh I actually want to inherit I just didn't want because X and was projecting on other problems!"
Then again that's a holdover from the Tri Team and those guys fucked up digimon so bad. "WHAT THE FUCK IS ADVENTURE 02?!" vibes
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So is Thresh's armour like the actually type of black chrome digizoid stuff that stores weapons or is it something different and just has a black colouration ?
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Probably just black colored, not Black Digizoid.
drexal15
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I can confirm it's "Just" highly purified Chrome Digizoid... Though there may be traces of gold, red and blue digizoid here and there.
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Random question here, but I've seen some guys mention Onyxia is a Jogress. When did you confirm that, and who were her components? Could she split back apart, or is that impossible for her by now? How did her components Jogress before hitting Rookie to begin with?
MangoFlan
Cold... I feel cold...
Technically yes, especially the first season and fusion. More recent isekai seem to be plagued with litRPG and reincarnation, ultimately diluting part of the point of isekai.
drexal15
Proud GM
A pair of very strong In-Training digimon that may or may not have had Mega Potential on their lonesome. At this point there's no real way of splitting her up. As for how?… would you believe it was coincidence? Heheheh, evil laugh.
Is Onyxia gonna being training again soon or nah by the way?
Also what is up with the Anubismon running things, is he drunk half the time he makes these decisions.
Man Luna's ward just is not having a good time right now.
Also what is up with the Anubismon running things, is he drunk half the time he makes these decisions.
Wait, a Jogress between two mon that already had mega potential...
Is... Xia supposed to be this server's Examon?
Thats different sorts of screwy from like...ToAru's 7 foot tall middle schooler Stiyl, and 40 year old Komoe who fits better in an elementary school. Or Bleach's Chad, who's built like a...chad.
It happens often enough even excluding spoopy stuff.
He ain't drunk, he's speed-running superweapons in order to wreck the digi-tiberium that keeps trying to grow on his lawn.
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Some would argue that is drunk considering he's bringing them all online instead of just one faction of super weapons so there's a danger of them fighting each other
ThatOtherSatori
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Why not both? it'd explain his....everything really. (I reckon the rare few times we see him onscreen are also the rare few times he's sober.)
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I mean he turned lucemon into his erran boy
There's a certain amount of drunk you need to be to do that
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No. No I would not. Although that begs the question - does Onyxia even remember she used to be two separate beings? She would've been very young when she was "born", and she's an Ultimate now. Would she even know it isn't normal? She's never actually seen anyone digivolve to Rookie... Sorry, I'm getting curious.
@drexal15
In the interest of providing context to the power levels we're currently dealing with, could you please make a infopost detailing what stat levels correspond to what powerlevels?
It would be quite useful to know just how strong you need to be, to be considered a low Mega, mid Mega, high Mega or even Ultra level digimon when it comes to power.
Btw, does maxed out base stats Gallantmon!Thresh outstat Imperialdramon?
In the interest of providing context to the power levels we're currently dealing with, could you please make a infopost detailing what stat levels correspond to what powerlevels?
It would be quite useful to know just how strong you need to be, to be considered a low Mega, mid Mega, high Mega or even Ultra level digimon when it comes to power.
Btw, does maxed out base stats Gallantmon!Thresh outstat Imperialdramon?
Canon Omake: Wrath Mode Refinement: By Undead Frog, radioxaxa & Annatar
OOC: An omake done by myself, Radio, and Annator, hope you enjoy.
The portion of Verge's "mindscape" that held his wrath manifested to him in an interesting way, consisting of a very large cave like area; a reminder that his wrath had been with him since his days as a Drimogimon. One of his oldest and most deeply ingrained traits took refuge in one of the oldest and deepest parts of his mind, it was fitting in many ways.
So far as honing his Wrath Mode went, this was one idea that had actually been inspired by NeoDevimon of all mons. Visualizing his mental components via deep meditation and "interacting" with them. It was finally time to see if the idea would bear fruit.
It was a dark place as well but this was of no discomfort for Verge, and in fact did bring his mind some measure of ease. As ironic as it was that he was feeling such things while walking in a mental construct of his own mind.
Still he was here for a purpose and that purpose was not in fact to relax, as soothing as the dark damp environment was to his own instincts.
Eventually he reached the wide cavern where he presumed the representation of his own inner wrath resided. It was a massive room even by Verge's standards and much like the rest of these caverns was composed almost entirely of rock, though as of late he'd seen a market increase in the number of metallic ores in the area, dividing the area until was a massive metal cage with its door opened, Verge had long since learned that trying to brute force contain his wrath with one day lead to it becoming uncontrollable.
And then it arrived.
Towering over buried at nearly 3 times his height his wrath manifested in the form of a vaguely Madleomon shaped inferno. The construct's fanged face was perpetually locked into a snarl of absolute fury, with many, many injuries visible on its body. However the most prominent of which being a scar over one of its eyes.
It was also oddly enough much smaller than it had been before, the death of Repulsa taking a truly staggering bite out of its size.
Verge glanced up at the manifestation of his wrath, and his wrath glowered back down. Not in challenge, but because that was its natural state.
This was going to be a long training session, but it would be one that he needed to do if he wanted to achieve his goal and draw as much power as he could for the fight to come.
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After his… meeting for a lack of a better term with his inner fury Verge took time to reminisce on the things that invoked his wrath…. That fueled its fires and caused his blood to boil.
Naturally the greatest of these things had been Repulsa's continued existence…. But he'd dealt with that issue recently, leading his wrath to shrink in both magnitude and in intensity, not that he could consider that a bad thing by any means. After all it was a decreased cause by the death of Repulsa whose continued existence would assuredly have led to many others suffering under her sadistic nature.
He thought back to the first outburst of his anger in living memory…. But the idea of a rookie Gnaw picking on him did not bring further anything resembling the wrath it had even at the time. Verge found that he'd just… Moved far beyond that initial memory, and at most it brought amusement now.
Drop did annoy him, but that was more a mixture of disgust and dislike, nothing that could fuel the flames of Wrath. He did not hate the legendary warrior of water by any means, though even if he did, Drop being Beat's… close friend would make any connection there untenable.
Sure the sound of her voice annoyed him, as did the fact that she was by all accounts incredibly incompetent. And her illogical insistence on calling him a bad guy did not help matters either, the fact that she also tended to unleash an annoying cry that only aggravated her already painful to listen to voice did not help matters. And the fact that despite all of these immense flaws she somehow managed to be unfairly powerful at the same time confounded him to not end…. But he did not in fact hate her, he just hated the idea of spending any more time in his presence than the bare minimum that he could manage.
In fact the idea of spending more time with Drop did actually cause the fire in his core to burn slightly more intensely, such a task would certainly be one of the biggest tests of his patience he could imagine in a day to day interaction.
Thresh's general attitude could annoy him as well, but once again aside from the…. Incident involving Ardat and his own corruption he certainly would not call that anything close to the hatred many other things drew from him, in fact it was not even enough to match the annoyance that Drops mere presence generated.
His m-Malkimon dismissing his bonds with his own family was one of the more recent incidents that came to mind. He would hate any mon for saying the same but for some reason, likely one that was involved with his past life, hearing it come from her seemed to cause a much more intense feeling from him.
However there were two things that more so than any other igniting burning fury and searing hate within his heart.
The first was the mere idea of any mon even thinking about hurting those close to him, he still wanted nothing more than to delete Astamon for mere suggestion that consider taking a bet with even the chance that he would have to hand over Xia to the Gloaming. Likewise the Hosts own decision to attempt and banish his brother was not something Verge felt like he would ever forgive their governing body for, might have positive feelings towards individual mon within the Host, but his feelings towards a significant part of it were bitter at best.
Deep down Verge knew that if anything was going to bring his wrath back up to its old forefront and prominence it would be yet another mon trying to hurt those he cared for. He also knew that he would do everything in his power to make sure that such a thing would never come to pass… The mere idea of it was enough to anger him, and that aspect of his wrath was one he never intended to relinquish.
Second, whenever he saw the innocent come to harm, and much like the idea of some mon hurting his family, it was a concept that angered him with the idea of it alone. It was also one he planned to hold deeply close to his heart, and in recent memory alone this same wrath had driven him to tear off the head of another digimon. Though he wished he could prevent this one entirely he knew that he could not be in ever place at once and that their would always be a mon that would happily sacrifice innocent lives either because of a self admitted evil nature or out of some deluded belief that the only innocent lives that mattered were the ones of their specific faction, a belief Verge himself was unfortunate enough to have encountered.
… The Vortex Island force in the tournament were truly disgusting and though he did not have the highest opinion of wind followers as a whole, (Repulsa carrying their spirits certainly hadn't helped matters) they too would consider the action perpetuated by those ultimates a disgrace.
Still, he'd managed to narrow down a good deal of the sources of his anger, now he needed to get a better handle on them much like he had the manifestation of the anger itself.
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The fist of the Fallen Beast King.
It was a variant on the Leomons signature move often associated with as the name implied a fallen version of a Leomon in the form of Madleomon, whether that state had been due to actual death, or a failure in character could vary but the implication behind the move and even its very name held a darker implication then just about any of the Leomon lines other fist attacks.
Additionally it was also the variance that Verge was proficient in, and almost exclusively used whenever he did not have the momentum to use King of Fists. The technique had come naturally to him after fighting and loading a MadLeomon. Becoming a GrappLeomon has only solidified its use in his arsenal.
Perhaps too many it implied that Verge himself had a sinister nature, or that something was deeply wrong with him. To Verge it was simply drawing upon an element of him that he had long come to accept as his own.
And the fact that it held such a deep tie to his wrath meant that it was perhaps one of the most practical ways to get in practice that actually channeling the emotion.
Verge raised his hand and gathered wrath fire within it.
He was quite thankful that Crusher Bone allowed him to create effectively as many targets as he wanted, having to replace so many of them would most certainly be a pain if he lacked such an ability.
As the ones he made himself were supremely expendable Verge did not need to worry about reducing any target that he made in person into molten piles of burning slag.
So practice he did, working on making the transfer of wrath into his fist and then in turn into the form of a flame more and more efficiently.
His relative malaise after his defeat of Repulsa proved that he could not forever rely on the same deep wells of anger he always had, and so he would have to learn to make better usage of the embers that remained, and hopefully gain better control over those same embers at the same time.
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It was after many hours of training that Deimos entered the Bulwark Embassies Gym, the young Ultimate having apparently noticed the large amounts of power Verge had been shifting through as he tried to refine his wrath mode.
"Hey uh, Sensei." Demios rubbed the back of his head. "I can leave if this is a bad time but, I've noticed your throwing around a lot of power up here and it feels a lot like the kind you use when you are... less than happy, is everything ok?"
"Ah." Verge's eyes lit up in realization. "Yes I am fine, I was just working on mastering my Wrath Mode further. My apologies if I have disturbed you."
"Oh, no Yyou didn't disturb me." Demios shook his head. "I was just wondering… actually I've been meaning to ask how did you end up even having a… wrath mode in the first place, you've always been so in control of yourself for most of the time I've known you."
"I hatched with a… great deal of inherent anger." Verge began. "In fact Sparks had not even hatched back when it first manifested… It feels so long ago now."
Thinking back on it, Verge's body had also started the first signs of its growth spurt and transformed from the typical coloration of a Drimogimon to his current one around the same time.
"Sparks hadn't hatched yet?" Oddly enough that little fact seemed to have gotten Demios off track. "So you're older than him, Sensei?... that actually explains a lot now that I think of it."
"I will be the first to admit that Sparks sometimes… lacks maturity. However, his juvenile habits aside, Sparks only hatched a few weeks after myself ." Verge let out a smirk. "My anger had already begun to take form by the time he hatched, though it would grow to the intensity I displayed recently until after… my apologies student, I do not wish to go into further detail on that matter."
"Hey, you don't need to apologize." Demios was quick to comfort his master. "I don't want you to have to relive a hard time in your life like that, I have to say I'm surprised you are as well controlled as you manage given…. Well everything."
"It took a great deal of effort." Verge began before thinking some more on the matter, remembering Grips words from before. "And at times, even my own control cracks. I am sorry you had to see me embrace such cruel urges like I had done while facing Repulsa."
"Oh." Looking back on it sensei had put Repulsa through quite the mangling, even if him defeating Repulsa even after she became one of the warrior ten themselves was awe inspiring to watch. "Um apology accepted….. So I've been meaning to ask is that anger why I never see you using the normal version of Fist of the Beast King."
"Mayhaps." Verge admitted before losing himself in thought for a moment. "I have never attempted to use the normal variant of that technique. And after evolving into an ultimate, I already possessed alternatives. Still, I would not be surprised if my own nature made the nominate version of the Leomon signature attack more… Difficult for me to execute than one would think."
"Huh, you don't seem very torn up about Sensai."
"I am not." Verge nodded. "As I said I have other options and I have grown used to dealing with my own wrath regardless… It is a large part of who I am, this much is undeniable. However I will never let it become all of who I am."
Deimos crossed his arms though. "Ya know, as intense as your anger is can be sensei, I have to say I still think it'd amazing that you've got so much control over it. I really hope I don't ever have to deal with somethin' that could make me that pissed off."
"I hope so as well." Verge crossed his arms as his voice became solemn. "You are of a kind nature, so an event able to anger you to that extent would have to be… Truly vile indeed."
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The Grappleomon let loose a calming sigh as he began stage two of mastering his Wrath Mode. Rather than focusing on how far he could push it, the Purple punisher was instead going to focus on a more important goal for battles that could not be finished within minutes: Sustaining it.
Activating the empowering yet draining state, his bones cracked as his body grew and his muscles formed out.
A devastating heat flooding the room, Verge was always so focused on whatever battle he used the technique for, that he never paid much attention to its effects on the area.
Yet only now, the Grappleomon wiped a bit of sweat from his brow as he felt the heatwave affecting the room, an ice pack he had used for training prior melting into a puddle of goo as the rest of the room began to cook.
The Mutant frowned, while the heat wasn't particularly bothersome to him, if he was to keep this technique going the entire day, he couldn't allow it to affect those weaker than him who would most certainly be affected by the increased heat.
Closing his eyes, Verge felt his mental form spread out as every bit of him envisioned the aura of heat around him. Grasping onto it, the Martial artist pulled it back down, raising it from an ice melting level to a much more manageable state.
Smiling, the Heroic Lion stepped out from the training room, Wrath Mode still engaged, slightly draining but not to a concerning level.
Leaving the room, the Massive Lion mon passed by several other Bulwark members, some fanning from the increased heat caused by his 'training' but the rest (mostly ultimates) unbothered as they walked on by.
An hour or so went on as he ate, trained and went on with his day. Currently in a sparring room as he used a dummy for training as several onlookers who had 'volunteered' watched him.
"Dash Knuckle!" The Chevalier cried, smashing the metallic mannequin as his fist nearly broke it apart. Cracks formed in it as Ser Verge grinned to himself, right before one champion voiced her complaint.
"Ser Verge, it's getting a bit hot in here." A Tailmon complained, drinking some water as sweat dripped off her fur.
Sighing, Verge cursed himself for once again losing control of his state as he lowered the temperature once more, though his training was going well, he was still struggling to keep the heat from his wrath mode at a consistent state.
The state likely linked to his emotions (Unsurprising given it was formed by his Rage) as even just a twinge of excitement or joy would send the calefaction up by several dozen degrees.
If he was to truly hold it down, he would need to control his emotions completely, not letting any of his emotions, be it wrath, excitement or even annoyance cloud his state of being.
It was at times like this he wondered with how much he struggled, then how would someone like Xia manage to-"DADMON!!!" Said Volcanic digimon yelled, jumping into the room as she jumped onto his back. "Xia want to play with you!"
Catching the Heroic Lion off guard as surprise spread through his core, the temperature not coincidentally going up by a large margin. As even the Ultimates were beginning to feel it.
"Ser Verge!" The Tailmon complained, sweating buckets as several other digimon started fighting over the water supply.
Verge sighed to himself as his dau-ward begged him to play with her, it would seem even surprise was something he would need to control in the future…
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Verge stood once more in a Bulwark training room, his arms crossed and his eyes closed as he prepared himself. It was time to fully test out the effects of having mastered his Wrath Mode, and harmonize the training both body and soul. He took a deep breath, set a stance, and then started drew upon his fury with a roar.
"Doryah!" -as he felt his bones lengthen, his fur grow shaggier and his muscles expand, the benefits he'd felt in his base form were only enhanced as his Wrath Mode took hold. The activation finished, he flexed his hand once, then twice, before a punch enhanced by an explosion of fire and wind destroyed the wall behind him and the wall beyond that and on and on. He grinned, his lengthened canines poking out even further from his massive maw. Yes, thus would do nicely, his training had borne incredibly fruit, and just in time for a bout that could push him further than any before.
In a flash he'd opened his eyes and struck out with a kick, noting with satisfaction that he was faster than before he'd completed his training. As the kick hit air and he moved his foot back down he kicked off the ground with his other leg, smashing a fist into a training dummy across the room and watching as it crumpled and broke even more than before. The strength boost he'd accrued was not insubstantial as well, a pleasing notion.
Two more punches smashed the other dummies near him into shrapnel, and a follow up kick dented the wall behind one as its remnants were forced to travel the distance far faster than the builders had ever anticipated an object moving inside the room.
With a huff, he kicked off the ground once more, covering the distance between one side of the room and the other faster than most mon could blink, another kick landing and obliterating a dummy so thoroughly it was as if it never existed at all.
"Hrm..." My might has grown quite considerably… but does that hold true for my spirit as well?
He pondered to himself, before flame exploded off of him in a massive conflagration that began melting the room around him. A pleased smirk made its way onto his face as he noted that the fire was not only hotter, but it was almost as if it were denser too. Heat and spiritual power
packed closer together creating a greater burn in a smaller area. And with how much fire he could output, that meant a significant increase in firepower.
Verge also noted that the Qi he'd used to activate such a technique flowed... easier. His body naturally handling and indeed thriving upon the Wrathful energy. The power of his soul had gained yet more weight to it and allowing for greater efficiency and power in its use. With a thought he smothered the flames and instead transitioned to using Mantra Chant, nodding as it took less spirit to activate than before, confirming his hypothesis.
He let the technique drop as he breathed in deeply and prepared to test his mastered Wrath Mode once more.
The portion of Verge's "mindscape" that held his wrath manifested to him in an interesting way, consisting of a very large cave like area; a reminder that his wrath had been with him since his days as a Drimogimon. One of his oldest and most deeply ingrained traits took refuge in one of the oldest and deepest parts of his mind, it was fitting in many ways.
So far as honing his Wrath Mode went, this was one idea that had actually been inspired by NeoDevimon of all mons. Visualizing his mental components via deep meditation and "interacting" with them. It was finally time to see if the idea would bear fruit.
It was a dark place as well but this was of no discomfort for Verge, and in fact did bring his mind some measure of ease. As ironic as it was that he was feeling such things while walking in a mental construct of his own mind.
Still he was here for a purpose and that purpose was not in fact to relax, as soothing as the dark damp environment was to his own instincts.
Eventually he reached the wide cavern where he presumed the representation of his own inner wrath resided. It was a massive room even by Verge's standards and much like the rest of these caverns was composed almost entirely of rock, though as of late he'd seen a market increase in the number of metallic ores in the area, dividing the area until was a massive metal cage with its door opened, Verge had long since learned that trying to brute force contain his wrath with one day lead to it becoming uncontrollable.
And then it arrived.
Towering over buried at nearly 3 times his height his wrath manifested in the form of a vaguely Madleomon shaped inferno. The construct's fanged face was perpetually locked into a snarl of absolute fury, with many, many injuries visible on its body. However the most prominent of which being a scar over one of its eyes.
It was also oddly enough much smaller than it had been before, the death of Repulsa taking a truly staggering bite out of its size.
Verge glanced up at the manifestation of his wrath, and his wrath glowered back down. Not in challenge, but because that was its natural state.
This was going to be a long training session, but it would be one that he needed to do if he wanted to achieve his goal and draw as much power as he could for the fight to come.
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After his… meeting for a lack of a better term with his inner fury Verge took time to reminisce on the things that invoked his wrath…. That fueled its fires and caused his blood to boil.
Naturally the greatest of these things had been Repulsa's continued existence…. But he'd dealt with that issue recently, leading his wrath to shrink in both magnitude and in intensity, not that he could consider that a bad thing by any means. After all it was a decreased cause by the death of Repulsa whose continued existence would assuredly have led to many others suffering under her sadistic nature.
He thought back to the first outburst of his anger in living memory…. But the idea of a rookie Gnaw picking on him did not bring further anything resembling the wrath it had even at the time. Verge found that he'd just… Moved far beyond that initial memory, and at most it brought amusement now.
Drop did annoy him, but that was more a mixture of disgust and dislike, nothing that could fuel the flames of Wrath. He did not hate the legendary warrior of water by any means, though even if he did, Drop being Beat's… close friend would make any connection there untenable.
Sure the sound of her voice annoyed him, as did the fact that she was by all accounts incredibly incompetent. And her illogical insistence on calling him a bad guy did not help matters either, the fact that she also tended to unleash an annoying cry that only aggravated her already painful to listen to voice did not help matters. And the fact that despite all of these immense flaws she somehow managed to be unfairly powerful at the same time confounded him to not end…. But he did not in fact hate her, he just hated the idea of spending any more time in his presence than the bare minimum that he could manage.
In fact the idea of spending more time with Drop did actually cause the fire in his core to burn slightly more intensely, such a task would certainly be one of the biggest tests of his patience he could imagine in a day to day interaction.
Thresh's general attitude could annoy him as well, but once again aside from the…. Incident involving Ardat and his own corruption he certainly would not call that anything close to the hatred many other things drew from him, in fact it was not even enough to match the annoyance that Drops mere presence generated.
His m-Malkimon dismissing his bonds with his own family was one of the more recent incidents that came to mind. He would hate any mon for saying the same but for some reason, likely one that was involved with his past life, hearing it come from her seemed to cause a much more intense feeling from him.
However there were two things that more so than any other igniting burning fury and searing hate within his heart.
The first was the mere idea of any mon even thinking about hurting those close to him, he still wanted nothing more than to delete Astamon for mere suggestion that consider taking a bet with even the chance that he would have to hand over Xia to the Gloaming. Likewise the Hosts own decision to attempt and banish his brother was not something Verge felt like he would ever forgive their governing body for, might have positive feelings towards individual mon within the Host, but his feelings towards a significant part of it were bitter at best.
Deep down Verge knew that if anything was going to bring his wrath back up to its old forefront and prominence it would be yet another mon trying to hurt those he cared for. He also knew that he would do everything in his power to make sure that such a thing would never come to pass… The mere idea of it was enough to anger him, and that aspect of his wrath was one he never intended to relinquish.
Second, whenever he saw the innocent come to harm, and much like the idea of some mon hurting his family, it was a concept that angered him with the idea of it alone. It was also one he planned to hold deeply close to his heart, and in recent memory alone this same wrath had driven him to tear off the head of another digimon. Though he wished he could prevent this one entirely he knew that he could not be in ever place at once and that their would always be a mon that would happily sacrifice innocent lives either because of a self admitted evil nature or out of some deluded belief that the only innocent lives that mattered were the ones of their specific faction, a belief Verge himself was unfortunate enough to have encountered.
… The Vortex Island force in the tournament were truly disgusting and though he did not have the highest opinion of wind followers as a whole, (Repulsa carrying their spirits certainly hadn't helped matters) they too would consider the action perpetuated by those ultimates a disgrace.
Still, he'd managed to narrow down a good deal of the sources of his anger, now he needed to get a better handle on them much like he had the manifestation of the anger itself.
===
The fist of the Fallen Beast King.
It was a variant on the Leomons signature move often associated with as the name implied a fallen version of a Leomon in the form of Madleomon, whether that state had been due to actual death, or a failure in character could vary but the implication behind the move and even its very name held a darker implication then just about any of the Leomon lines other fist attacks.
Additionally it was also the variance that Verge was proficient in, and almost exclusively used whenever he did not have the momentum to use King of Fists. The technique had come naturally to him after fighting and loading a MadLeomon. Becoming a GrappLeomon has only solidified its use in his arsenal.
Perhaps too many it implied that Verge himself had a sinister nature, or that something was deeply wrong with him. To Verge it was simply drawing upon an element of him that he had long come to accept as his own.
And the fact that it held such a deep tie to his wrath meant that it was perhaps one of the most practical ways to get in practice that actually channeling the emotion.
Verge raised his hand and gathered wrath fire within it.
He was quite thankful that Crusher Bone allowed him to create effectively as many targets as he wanted, having to replace so many of them would most certainly be a pain if he lacked such an ability.
As the ones he made himself were supremely expendable Verge did not need to worry about reducing any target that he made in person into molten piles of burning slag.
So practice he did, working on making the transfer of wrath into his fist and then in turn into the form of a flame more and more efficiently.
His relative malaise after his defeat of Repulsa proved that he could not forever rely on the same deep wells of anger he always had, and so he would have to learn to make better usage of the embers that remained, and hopefully gain better control over those same embers at the same time.
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It was after many hours of training that Deimos entered the Bulwark Embassies Gym, the young Ultimate having apparently noticed the large amounts of power Verge had been shifting through as he tried to refine his wrath mode.
"Hey uh, Sensei." Demios rubbed the back of his head. "I can leave if this is a bad time but, I've noticed your throwing around a lot of power up here and it feels a lot like the kind you use when you are... less than happy, is everything ok?"
"Ah." Verge's eyes lit up in realization. "Yes I am fine, I was just working on mastering my Wrath Mode further. My apologies if I have disturbed you."
"Oh, no Yyou didn't disturb me." Demios shook his head. "I was just wondering… actually I've been meaning to ask how did you end up even having a… wrath mode in the first place, you've always been so in control of yourself for most of the time I've known you."
"I hatched with a… great deal of inherent anger." Verge began. "In fact Sparks had not even hatched back when it first manifested… It feels so long ago now."
Thinking back on it, Verge's body had also started the first signs of its growth spurt and transformed from the typical coloration of a Drimogimon to his current one around the same time.
"Sparks hadn't hatched yet?" Oddly enough that little fact seemed to have gotten Demios off track. "So you're older than him, Sensei?... that actually explains a lot now that I think of it."
"I will be the first to admit that Sparks sometimes… lacks maturity. However, his juvenile habits aside, Sparks only hatched a few weeks after myself ." Verge let out a smirk. "My anger had already begun to take form by the time he hatched, though it would grow to the intensity I displayed recently until after… my apologies student, I do not wish to go into further detail on that matter."
"Hey, you don't need to apologize." Demios was quick to comfort his master. "I don't want you to have to relive a hard time in your life like that, I have to say I'm surprised you are as well controlled as you manage given…. Well everything."
"It took a great deal of effort." Verge began before thinking some more on the matter, remembering Grips words from before. "And at times, even my own control cracks. I am sorry you had to see me embrace such cruel urges like I had done while facing Repulsa."
"Oh." Looking back on it sensei had put Repulsa through quite the mangling, even if him defeating Repulsa even after she became one of the warrior ten themselves was awe inspiring to watch. "Um apology accepted….. So I've been meaning to ask is that anger why I never see you using the normal version of Fist of the Beast King."
"Mayhaps." Verge admitted before losing himself in thought for a moment. "I have never attempted to use the normal variant of that technique. And after evolving into an ultimate, I already possessed alternatives. Still, I would not be surprised if my own nature made the nominate version of the Leomon signature attack more… Difficult for me to execute than one would think."
"Huh, you don't seem very torn up about Sensai."
"I am not." Verge nodded. "As I said I have other options and I have grown used to dealing with my own wrath regardless… It is a large part of who I am, this much is undeniable. However I will never let it become all of who I am."
Deimos crossed his arms though. "Ya know, as intense as your anger is can be sensei, I have to say I still think it'd amazing that you've got so much control over it. I really hope I don't ever have to deal with somethin' that could make me that pissed off."
"I hope so as well." Verge crossed his arms as his voice became solemn. "You are of a kind nature, so an event able to anger you to that extent would have to be… Truly vile indeed."
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The Grappleomon let loose a calming sigh as he began stage two of mastering his Wrath Mode. Rather than focusing on how far he could push it, the Purple punisher was instead going to focus on a more important goal for battles that could not be finished within minutes: Sustaining it.
Activating the empowering yet draining state, his bones cracked as his body grew and his muscles formed out.
A devastating heat flooding the room, Verge was always so focused on whatever battle he used the technique for, that he never paid much attention to its effects on the area.
Yet only now, the Grappleomon wiped a bit of sweat from his brow as he felt the heatwave affecting the room, an ice pack he had used for training prior melting into a puddle of goo as the rest of the room began to cook.
The Mutant frowned, while the heat wasn't particularly bothersome to him, if he was to keep this technique going the entire day, he couldn't allow it to affect those weaker than him who would most certainly be affected by the increased heat.
Closing his eyes, Verge felt his mental form spread out as every bit of him envisioned the aura of heat around him. Grasping onto it, the Martial artist pulled it back down, raising it from an ice melting level to a much more manageable state.
Smiling, the Heroic Lion stepped out from the training room, Wrath Mode still engaged, slightly draining but not to a concerning level.
Leaving the room, the Massive Lion mon passed by several other Bulwark members, some fanning from the increased heat caused by his 'training' but the rest (mostly ultimates) unbothered as they walked on by.
An hour or so went on as he ate, trained and went on with his day. Currently in a sparring room as he used a dummy for training as several onlookers who had 'volunteered' watched him.
"Dash Knuckle!" The Chevalier cried, smashing the metallic mannequin as his fist nearly broke it apart. Cracks formed in it as Ser Verge grinned to himself, right before one champion voiced her complaint.
"Ser Verge, it's getting a bit hot in here." A Tailmon complained, drinking some water as sweat dripped off her fur.
Sighing, Verge cursed himself for once again losing control of his state as he lowered the temperature once more, though his training was going well, he was still struggling to keep the heat from his wrath mode at a consistent state.
The state likely linked to his emotions (Unsurprising given it was formed by his Rage) as even just a twinge of excitement or joy would send the calefaction up by several dozen degrees.
If he was to truly hold it down, he would need to control his emotions completely, not letting any of his emotions, be it wrath, excitement or even annoyance cloud his state of being.
It was at times like this he wondered with how much he struggled, then how would someone like Xia manage to-"DADMON!!!" Said Volcanic digimon yelled, jumping into the room as she jumped onto his back. "Xia want to play with you!"
Catching the Heroic Lion off guard as surprise spread through his core, the temperature not coincidentally going up by a large margin. As even the Ultimates were beginning to feel it.
"Ser Verge!" The Tailmon complained, sweating buckets as several other digimon started fighting over the water supply.
Verge sighed to himself as his dau-ward begged him to play with her, it would seem even surprise was something he would need to control in the future…
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Verge stood once more in a Bulwark training room, his arms crossed and his eyes closed as he prepared himself. It was time to fully test out the effects of having mastered his Wrath Mode, and harmonize the training both body and soul. He took a deep breath, set a stance, and then started drew upon his fury with a roar.
"Doryah!" -as he felt his bones lengthen, his fur grow shaggier and his muscles expand, the benefits he'd felt in his base form were only enhanced as his Wrath Mode took hold. The activation finished, he flexed his hand once, then twice, before a punch enhanced by an explosion of fire and wind destroyed the wall behind him and the wall beyond that and on and on. He grinned, his lengthened canines poking out even further from his massive maw. Yes, thus would do nicely, his training had borne incredibly fruit, and just in time for a bout that could push him further than any before.
In a flash he'd opened his eyes and struck out with a kick, noting with satisfaction that he was faster than before he'd completed his training. As the kick hit air and he moved his foot back down he kicked off the ground with his other leg, smashing a fist into a training dummy across the room and watching as it crumpled and broke even more than before. The strength boost he'd accrued was not insubstantial as well, a pleasing notion.
Two more punches smashed the other dummies near him into shrapnel, and a follow up kick dented the wall behind one as its remnants were forced to travel the distance far faster than the builders had ever anticipated an object moving inside the room.
With a huff, he kicked off the ground once more, covering the distance between one side of the room and the other faster than most mon could blink, another kick landing and obliterating a dummy so thoroughly it was as if it never existed at all.
"Hrm..." My might has grown quite considerably… but does that hold true for my spirit as well?
He pondered to himself, before flame exploded off of him in a massive conflagration that began melting the room around him. A pleased smirk made its way onto his face as he noted that the fire was not only hotter, but it was almost as if it were denser too. Heat and spiritual power
packed closer together creating a greater burn in a smaller area. And with how much fire he could output, that meant a significant increase in firepower.
Verge also noted that the Qi he'd used to activate such a technique flowed... easier. His body naturally handling and indeed thriving upon the Wrathful energy. The power of his soul had gained yet more weight to it and allowing for greater efficiency and power in its use. With a thought he smothered the flames and instead transitioned to using Mantra Chant, nodding as it took less spirit to activate than before, confirming his hypothesis.
He let the technique drop as he breathed in deeply and prepared to test his mastered Wrath Mode once more.
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