Everyone has a previous life, including myself, but not all remembers them. I was one of those few to remember. Long ago I was a great digimon; a powerful Ultimate digimon that believed in protecting justice. I was part of an elite group. I remember the day when I first joined their ranks. I was powerful and fought with courage and heart. I never gave up on anyone.
I was known as BanchoStingmon in my previous life. I was the second strongest after BanchoLeomon, the fastest and deadliest in the group. We worked well together as we fought for justice. However, this did earn us our fair share of enemies.
Back then when I was still a Minomon I had a friend. We grew up together and helped each other out. When we reached Child we parted way to follow our own paths. We both did, but in different ways. My friend traveled the path of evil and became bitter of me. He hated me and sought to destroy me and my ways of justice. He had gone so far as to ambush me and the others. We were able to defeat his army, but at a price. The others were able to survive the battle with injuries that would heal in time. They were able to survive, but I wasn't so lucky. I had taken too much damage and still I protected my friends from my ex-friend. He had attacked BanchoLillymon with his most destructive attack, knowing that I would get in between to take the attack instead.
On that day, I died.
I died a hero.
I died for my friends.
I have no regrets because on that day I became a Chosen Digimon.
