Hirokazu walked the short distance to the park, a cane in his right hand. Sunday was always the best day to go to the park. The kids didn't have any school and he could watch and interact with his grandchildren as they sat around, listening to his stories of when he was younger. Their favorite stories were about when he and his friends traveled to the Digital World.
Sure, he exaggerated some small details, but the children were always entertained because as he told the story, he would wave his cane around, acting out scenes and sometimes forcing a few kids to play with him.
But this Sunday was the best. Guardromon was heading out there with him. Hirokazu was old now, he could still flail his cane about, but with the death of Kenta, the only other person he was really close to was Guardromon. They continued their trek, reaching the park, finding their way to the small area he used to play in with their cards.
He saw his grandchildren up ahead, there were more kids this time, and Hirokazu grinned. Time to tell them about how BlackWarKazumon kicked some serious D-Reaper ass.
"So there I was, all alone with only my will and my guts to get me past this super huge Digimon. It was like nothing anyone had ever seen. I told Ruki and Ryou to get out of the way, that I would handl-"
"But Hirokazu, you were behind Ryou-"
"Guardromon, shut up. You see, he's become all senile, he's too old to remember how cool I was-"
"That's not-"
"Anyways-! As I was saying..."