The leader of the first chosen smiled at the youngest of their group. The young girl had some skill in his favorite sport, if only he could encourage Sora to play more. But, this world was dangerous. Aikido's Tentomon could attest to that. So could Hikaru's Patamon. Ah well. Perhaps, once they'd sealed Apocalymon behind the wall of fire, a newer, stronger, larger group could defeat him. He remembered the days he'd played in this world as a child, taught to love it by the Order, so he'd be willing to save it when he returned.

"Sora. I want you to promise me something." He said. The eight year old looked up at him, curiosity shining on her young face. "If you come back without us, don't tell your new team. Just help them survive. If they have kids that go back, tell those kids. I have a feeling, the youngest of one generation will always help the next."

"Alright, I will." She nodded. "We'll always take care of the digiworld! Right, Biyomon?"

"Right!" The rookie chirped.