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4. Egomaniacal

Ikuto, at the time of fighting Belphemon, really didn't like humans very much.

Well, that was an exaggeration. He didn't trust all humans, but he liked some and they were enough until he actually met more than twenty or twenty five that weren't insane or, well, minions of the insane.

Then there was Belphemon.

He was a Demon Lord, and apparently there was someone somewhere that decided that Demon Lords had to finish off being really big.

Well, thinking about it, he guessed all powerful Digimon tended towards being a lot bigger than most. Because small Digimon couldn't handle the power? That was discriminatory.

But then it started talking in Kurata's voice.

Ikuto shuddered, half in rage, half in disgust because the man's voice was utterly weird and it was the voice that he was starting to think of as nothing but evil.

And it was coming from a demon digimon.

A Digimon that Masaru wasn't here to punch and Tohma had let be loosed on the world. Why... no, he couldn't think about why, not when there was so much fighting to still do.

He could be strong, could be brave and good and not make people cry anymore. He could.

So he took a deep breath, clutched his Digivice, and said softly. "And here I thought he couldn't get any uglier."

Miki or Megumi giggled, and Yoshino made a snort that was more amusement than concern at what he had said. But she was the one who answered. "I guess we were proven wrong."

"At least we don't have to go looking for him."

Ikuto exhaled and wished his boomerang wasn't simply a very good wood. He wished it had the strength of his soul in it too, like Falcomon did.

Once again, like at the sight of the Gizmon, Ikuto felt very small.

And he had to fight anyway.