Disclaimer: Digimon is a franchise owned jointly by Toei Animation and Bandai, and conceptualized by Akiyoshi Hongo. Doctor Who is a property owned by the British Broadcasting Company created by Sydney Newman. The concept of The Tamer v3.0 - Bold New Frontier is a fanfiction idea. Please support the official properties.
The Tamer v3.0 - Bold New Frontier
Chapter 15 - The Other Voice
The world slid in and out of focus and words began to blur together. He tried to concentrate but everything just hurt too much.
"All I'm saying is this plan is dangerous. We can barely control The Digimon Tamer or Agumon, and you believe having more of them together is a good idea?"
"These are desperate times and it calls for desperate measures."
"Are we that desperate? We're derailing the destinies of multiple children from across multiples worlds. And for what? To win a war we can't win? We saw the future. We know what will happen. We are going to lose. What hypocrisy are we committing if we refuse it? We'd be no better than the ones we're fighting now."
"We're not defying our destiny. We're forging a new destiny for these children, one that will preserve our world. What more do you want?"
"A destiny we're not even sure they can achieve. You're placing all of our hope on a chance. Please, think this through!"
"I have thought this through. There are no better alternatives. We will fall either way - whether our final stand is valiant defiance or a quiet whisper will depend on them."
The words echoed on and on, although he wasn't entirely sure if it was a dream or a long forgotten memory. Maybe all he had to do was hope for the best. It wasn't as if there was a plan.
"So it turns out Tamer was more than capable of fighting and has been holding back. Is anyone else surprised by this?" JP asked.
"To be fair, we always knew that he knew how to be a fighter. And this was was more like he ran around and distracted them. And the moment he did try and fight, he went down quickly," Bokomon pointed out, but that was a cold comfort to the others. Especially since Tamer was now laying on the ground unconscious.
"We can talk about this later. First things first, we need to get him some help! He's bleeding!" Kazemon reasoned, looking towards their smallest member and his bag. "Bokomon! Do you have anything? Bandages? Medicine?"
"No, I don't have anything for something like this," Bokomon said worriedly.
"Dammit. Hang on," Kazemon cursed, mind racing with ideas about what to do next. She ascended high into the air, high above the trees and the ruins of the battlefield where they'd been fighting just moments before. From above the trees, she could make the surrounding landscape - mountains, the distant castle of Ophanimon, and a large gathering of tents beside what appeared to be a pyramid in the distance.
"I can see a pyramid and a camp around it! And it's not too far! Maybe there's someone there who can help!" Kazemon called down to the others.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go," Bokomon declared, he and Neemon quickly scooping the unconscious boy into their arms.
They rushed in the direction of the camp until they came across its entrance which was guarded by several small digimon wearing pots and pans as make shift armor. From within they could hear music and laughter, but it was hard to tell who it was coming from since all the digimon they could see appeared despondent. As they approached, a frog wearing what looked to be a kettle on its head commanded, "Halt! Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"We were attacked in the woods! And our friend here is seriously injured!" Bokomon explained to the guard, gesturing to the unconscious boy he was helping to carry.
The frog looked over its shoulder towards an orange dinosaur. The dinosaur nodded and the frog spoke, "You will be permitted to enter once we inspect you for any weapons."
"But he's bleeding!" Kumamon said.
"And you're outsiders! We don't care who your friend is, or how they got injured. When you're here, you will abide by our rules! And the last thing we need is an unexpected or unwanted fight," the frog digimon snapped back, as several more of the small digimon surrounded them.
"We don't have time to argue. Just go with it," Bokomon said, spreading his arms for the digimon to pat him down.
Kazemon was about to protest as one of the orange dinosaurs approached her but relented when Tamer coughed up more blood. She relented and spread her arms out but that didn't stop her from warning the little dinosaur, "Touch me anywhere funny and I'll drop you from so high up that everyone will think, 'wow, it's raining orange dinosaurs'."
The dinosaur barely blinked at her threat and proceeded to run his claws along her arms and legs, then stepping away, "She's clean."
"No duh! I could've told you that!" Kazemon protested.
The frog looking digimon ignored and gestured into the tents, "There's a pair of healers about four tents down on the left. They have a big sign up front. You can't miss them."
"Thank you," Bokomon nodded, running ahead with Neemon as they rushed to bring Tamer to the healers. Kumamon was probably the only one trying to keep pace with them, while Kazemon, JP, and Koji strolled along slowly. She looked over her shoulder to see the guards were still eyeing them cautiously, talking to each other. Maybe she was being too paranoid, but the fact that they were attacked so brazenly and out of nowhere by digimon made her feel uneasy.
It didn't take them long to find the tent in question, a simple tent with a small green cross on the front. Bokomon and Neemon rushed in shouting, "Help! Please help!"
"What is-OH MY CHERUBIMON! Quick! Get him on the bed right away!" squeaked what sounded like the most adorable voice in the world. When the others got inside, they found a pair of pink rabbit looking digimon wearing scarves. It took all the self control Kazemon had to not gush over the sight of such adorable little creatures, but Kumamon was quickly picking one up to hug it.
"AH! THEY'RE SO CUTE!" Kumamon said as he squeezed the little rabbit, who promptly punched him in the head.
"Do you mind!? We have a patient who needs emergency treatment!" the bunny scolded as he hurried over towards the bed where Neemon and Bokomon were laying Tamer down. Both bunnies stood around Tamer's bed and put their arms forward, quietly humming as their hands glowed with a soft pink light.
"What is that?" Koji asked quietly, towards Bokomon.
"Cutemon. They're a rare sight in the Digital World, mostly because of just how cute they are. Digimon generally just want to go up and hug them all the time. Apparently they find it quite annoying and keep to themselves because of it. In fact, their large ears allow them to hear others coming and they often hide before they're found," Bokomon answered knowledgeably.
"If you don't mind! We're attending to our patient. Please let us concentrate," the second Cutemon snapped, quickly returning to her silent humming as she held her hands out over Tamer.
"What exactly are they doing? Some kind of magic healing?" JP asked at a hushed whisper.
"Exactly. Cutemon are renown for their healing abilities, which is the other part of the reason they're so sought after. Many a digimon come to them seeking aid and miracle cures," Bokomon answered in a hushed tone.
The Cutemon concluded whatever they were doing and stepped back from Tamer's bed. He lay still for a moment before opening his eyes and jolting up on the bed, "I'm telling you, it's fine! We've got this mostly under control and we'll just make up the rest as we go!"
Tamer's eyes darted around the room manically, and he was back to having that stupid grin on his face. On the one hand, Kazemon was relieved to see he was all right. On the other, she was annoyed that he was making jokes again after what happened.
"Good morning to you, too," JP greeted quietly.
"You really should lie back down. You had a serious injury and our healing powers can only do so much," the male 8 said, trying to ease Tamer back down into bed. However, Tamer resisted the Cutemon's urgings and leapt out of the bed.
"Pretty sure we're not supposed to meet each other yet. Or we have…no wait…am I doing this in the right order?" Tamer mumbled, scratching his chin curiously.
"Okay, is he making less sense than usual?" JP gestured disapprovingly.
"Did he ever make sense?" Neemon pointed out.
"Point taken," JP nodded, watching as Tamer proceeded to wander around the tent quietly, still muttering non sense phrases to himself. Right now, it sounded like he was complaining about bread and being hungry.
"Does anyone have any bread? I'm craving and it's been so long," Tamer replied sheepishly, sounding more childish than he usually did.
"Or he's faking again to try and lead us on," Koji hurried forward, with a raised fist. He threw it as hard as he could at the Tamer, knocking the boy hard on to the ground. Both Cutemon gasped as Tamer lay there, barely phased by the punch and now mumbling statistics to himself.
"What are you doing!?" Bokomon gasped.
"Knocking some sense onto him!" Koji said, reaching down and lifting Tamer up on to his feet.
"OW!" Tamer said loudly, practically shouting in Koji's face.
"Feeling better or do you need another dose to help you snap back to your sense?" Koji snapped.
"Stop it!" Kazemon said, separating the two boys and pushing them away from each other.
"Okay! All of you need to leave right now! That boy is clearly delirious after suffering such a serious injury and needs rest to recover!" the Cutemon snapped, quickly pushing everyone else out of the tent while the other Cutemon guided Tamer quietly back to bed. Once they were outside, the Cutemon closed the tent curtain on them to keep them out.
"Dammit Tamer," Koji mumbled under his breath.
"So now what do we do?" Kumamon asked, crossing his arms.
"Honestly? Relax! All of Tamer's talk about bread and that fight earlier has got me hungry so let's grab a bite to eat. There's been too much going on the last couple of days and I could do with a day off!" JP reasoned, sniffing the air. "Does anyone else smell that? It smells like barbecue and I am starving!"
"I could go for a bite. All the macaroni and cheese in my pockets have been ruined," Neemon remarked, turning his pockets inside out to reveal clumps of molding mac and cheese. Kazemon had to hold back the urge to gag while Bokomon chastised Neemon about washing his pants when he had the chance. But that didn't stop Kazemon's own stomach from grumbling.
"I could eat something, too," Kazemon answered.
"What about Tamer?" Kumamon asked.
"Like I said earlier, I'm pretty sure we wouldn't be able to get away from him if we wanted to," Kazemon answered. "Either he'll find us or we'll find him. So let's go eat."
And that was all it took for them to head off after the delicious smell that was wafting through the air. The closer they got, the more the stronger the fragrance of the herbs and spices became until they reached the source. It was a tent with an open grill and deep frier, where a digimon that resembled an egg worked along side a bunch of others that looked like egg plants to fry chicken wings, roast cuts of ham, steam buns, and cook rice.
"Step up! Come one! Come all! Digitamamon's Traveling Grill is open for business! We take any currency! No cash? No problem! We trade goods and services!" the egg digimon shouted to the line. "Step up! Step up! Take a place in line and prepare to dine! We serve only the best here at Digitamamon's Traveling Grill!"
"That smells so good!" Kumamon drooled hungrily.
"Yeah, but who's got money?" JP asked, turning his pockets inside out. "I don't have any."
"Ugh, fine. Very well, I'll spot you all this time," Bokomon sighed quietly, reaching into his pink waist band to produce an almost comically large pouch of what appeared to be coins. It was so large, that none of them were entirely sure how he was carrying so much currency on him this entire time. Or how none of them noticed it from all the times he'd been carried around.
"Where were you keeping that?" Neemon asked.
"Asks the mon walking around with macaroni and cheese in his pants. Come along Neemon, I'll need your help to carry all of this back," Bokomon fired back as he stepped into the line, dragging the digimon behind him with a big annoyed smile.
"Oh boy! Bokomon's treat!" Kumamon said, hopping in line just behind him.
After a few hours of sitting in line waiting for their turn, they gathered their food and sat at a makeshift eating area on the edge of the camp. Kazemon, JP, and Koji tried to be careful with their pickings, trying not to burn through all of Bokomon's own coinage. Kumamon and Neemon didn't have that compulsion and picked out some of the more expensive items on the menu. Although Bokomon didn't say anything, Kazemon noticed a sizable amount of coins leave his pouch when he finally paid for all their orders, and his attitude becoming a lot less calm.
"This place is massive. I wonder what all of this is?" Kumamon asked aloud.
"It's obviously a refugee camp of some kind, although I wasn't aware there were any around here," Bokomon said. "It's probably best not to draw attention to ourselves or make ourselves more apparent. Going by what those Cutemon said earlier, they are on Cherubimon's side of the war. And if you lot were chosen by Ophanimon, that would make you their enemy. Best to keep to ourselves."
"It can't be that bad, can it? These guys look harmless!" JP said a little bit more loudly than he should've, causing a few head turns.
"Keep it down you idiot," Kazemon said quickly, covering JP's mouth. Although to be fair, she probably made more of a scene by trying to shut him up than if she'd just continue letting him talk.
"What are you talking about?" Koji asked the little digimon quietly.
"Think about it. The digimon here are merely trying to escape the war and, I assure you, those guards would've been a lot less inviting if they knew you were with Ophanimon. And right now, we're in the middle of their camp. So imagine what'll happen if anyone finds out?" Bokomon explained quietly, helping himself to some barbecued chicken skewers. Kazemon nodded as she listening to every word and realized it would create a hell of a scene if any of them were to spirit evolve in front of all these digimon or if they regressed back to their human forms.
"You make it sound like Ophanimon's the bad guy. But I thought she was trying to stop all of this?" Koji asked.
"Good. Bad. None of that really matters. I assure you, many of these digimon only know of the cruelty that came at the hands of the 'natural' digimon. If you really think anything else could be the case, ask yourself one question: why are they here and not at their homes? This is what happened at Breezy Village when the other digimon have nowhere to go," Bokomon explained.
"I guess we should probably keep ourselves from detransforming, huh?" Kumamon observed quietly, looking down at himself. Kazemon hadn't considered how much longer she'd be able to hold this form. Or what she'd do if she needed to transform back.
Thankfully, the surrounding digimon had returned to eating their food. What appeared to be younger digimon were running around playing games, a significant different from the otherwise dreary mood. Kazemon quietly watched the other digimon as she ate, wondering how long the digimon here had been living like this - what were their stories? What were their lives before they got here? What had they been through? What have they seen? How could they still be so happy in spite of it all?
"Tell your fortune for a coin?" a voice said behind her. Kazemon turned around to see a little green goblin standing alarmingly close.
"Ah! Where'd you come from?" Kazemon shrieked, leaping out of her chair in surprise.
"That is a Shamanmon. They do that," Bokomon explained to the others. He proceeded to try shooing the digimon away. "No fortune telling please."
"I assure you my predictions have a one hundred percent accuracy rate," Shamanmon insisted pleadingly.
"I wouldn't mind having my fortune read," Kumamon said, turning to Bokomon cheerily. "Can you spot me a coin?"
"No!" Bokomon said more seriously. "It's a scam!"
"I'll tell your fortune for a bite of that meat skewer," the Shamanmon said quickly before Bokomon had a chance to shoo him away again. And Kumamon politely handed him the whole skewer to have. The Shamanmon shoveled the entire thing into his mouth, including the skewer which he chewed with a triumphant look on his face.
"Thank you. You have no idea how long it's been since I last ate," the Shamanmon explained with a smile. He proceeded to grab Kumamon's hand and unfurled his palm for inspection, "Now, let me see your fortune. I see…hmm, now isn't that odd."
"See? A scam," Bokomon said, dismissing the Shamanmon quickly.
Shamanmon shushed him and continued to examine Kumamon's palm, "It's no scam. The destiny is…frayed? Like a road that hasn't been repaired. You will face great adversity. At least, you were supposed to. Together, you would rise above and over come. Would! But now…there's no clear path to this destiny that should've been. Which turns what should be into what could have been. And it's not pretty."
"Wow. How specific," Koji grunted his disapproval before turning his head away.
"Just give him a chance," Kumamon insisted. "So…what do we have?"
Shamanmon examined his palm more carefully, "I see…an enemy who should've become an ally. An ally who's allegiance isn't certain. And a great evil. A darkness ahead of you…no, it's within you? Within all of you? Hmmm, I'm not sure what to make of this."
"What do you mean a darkness within all of us? I'm pretty sure we're not the bad guys in this story," JP pointed out, crossing his arms in offense.
Shamanmon shook his head, "I…can't see that part. Only that…there's someone close to you - close to each of you to be clear - that you shouldn't trust. They will guide you down the wrong path, and darkness will prevail."
"Gee, I wonder who that sounds like," JP rolled his eyes, "Thanks for telling us what we already knew."
"There is one last thing. The last part of your destiny before it fractures. A temple within a pyramid…and fire. Just…fire," Shamanmon said.
"Can you be more specific?" Bokomon said more sincerely.
Shamanmon traced the lines on Kumamon's palm and shook his head, "I'm sorry but all I see after this point is fire."
"Well, thanks anyway," Kumamon said, retracting his hand and examining his own hand carefully. The Shamanmon bowed and took his leave, heading over to another group of digimon to offer to read their fortunes.
Bokomon just huffed, "Still think it was worth it? Your fortune was a bunch of vague predictions that meant nothing."
"You don't have to be so cynical about it," Kumamon replied. "I thought it was fun."
"Yes, and a lot of good it did for you. I hope you don't cry over being hungry again later," Bokomon complained. It was at this point that Kazemon tuned and returned her attention to the crowd, although part of her couldn't stop thinking on the fortune and prophecy Ophanimon had given them. Both had talked about hardship and adversity, but neither of them had been particularly specific. And then there was the part about not trusting someone. Who else could it have been except Tamer?
Speaking of which, she noticed Tamer wandering around in the middle of the crowd of digimon, occasionally stopping to stare at a nearby digimon and making a comment that clearly upset whoever he was talking to.
"Oh great, what is that idiot doing?" Kazemon said, slamming her hands against the table and getting up to stop Tamer from saying something that would start an unwelcome fight.
"Is he better already?" Neemon asked through a mouthful of food. Bokomon smacked the back of his head for his rudeness, and the digimon spat out a mouthful of half chewed food. Kazemon hurried over towards Tamer and yanked on his arm to drag him away from a digimon resembling a red eggplant. Although whether the digimon was red naturally or because he was mad, Kazemon wasn't sure. But she had to figure the latter with the barrage of insults he was hurling at Tamer.
"What are you doing out of the tent? Should you even be up?" She whispered as she pulled him aside, annoyed that he didn't answer immediately. On closer inspection, she noticed a lack of familiarity in his eyes and a calculating look that appeared to be observing every inch of her. It was actually very unsettling and she wished he would stop it.
"Analysis complete. Kazemon. Armor presents multiple weak point and provides no available protection to arms, stomach, and legs. Wings appear fragile and easily damaged, limiting any mobility advantage gained from flight," Tamer began droning quietly.
"What are you doing?" she demanded more seriously as Tamer went on to list off any weakness he could identify on her. "Hey! Don't ignore me!"
Yet on and on he went until eventually Kazemon had enough and threw a slap at his face, "STOP IT!"
Her hand was stopped when he caught her wrist, and he applied enough pressure that it actually hurt. Tamer…was physically hurting her in his digimon form. Then he locked eyes with her, making direct eye contact for the first time since she pulled him away. It was like staring into the eyes on a mannequin - unblinking, unmoving, watching without pause. When he finally spoke, it was to punctuate his words, "I. Am. Not. The. Digimon. Tamer."
"What the fuc-" she blurted out in surprise, only to have her hand thrown away.
"Threat level zero. Proceeding with data acquisition," he said, turning away from her and heading towards the nearest group of digimon. She continued staring, trying to process what he meant when he said those weird words. What the hell did that even mean? That he was not Tamer? Of course he was Tamer! And as she thought about his unnatural dead stare, she began to wonder what else Tamer hadn't told them.
"Are you alright Kazemon?" Kumamon asked from behind her, making her jump.
"Whoa! Whoa! Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you," Kumamon said apologetically.
"No, no, don't apologize. Tamer…he just weirded me out," she explained quietly, still thinking about the cold dead eyed stare he directed at her. It was predatory. No, it was alien - looking at her like she was an insect and she almost wished she could just abandon Tamer here and get away from all of this. But if all this destiny talk was anything to go by, she didn't want to see what would happen if they left him to his own devices.
"Are you sure?" Kumamon asked.
"Y-yeah. Come on, let's stop him before he freaks out the wrong people," Kazemon said, hurrying after Tamer as he made his way towards the center of the camp. Whatever had caught his attention, had him going at a run.
"Where is he going?" Kumamon asked from behind her, and Kazemon had to wonder what caught his attention so much. What she did know was that the crowd of digimon was slowly getting thicker. They were never going to keep pace with Tamer like this, so she scooped up Kumamon and flew over the crowd of digimon.
"Whoa! What are you doing?" the little bear yelped as she hovered over the crowd and darted towards Tamer.
"Flying! It'll be faster than trying to go through that crowd," Kazemon answered, trying to track the boy's movements. She thought he was running towards the center of the camp, but he continued past it and straight towards the far edge of the camp. Towards the stone pyramid on the edge of the camp.
"Why is he going for the pyramid?" Kazemon asked.
"Uh…Kazemon? Do you remember that prophecy thing that the Shamanmon was talking about?" Kumamon began from the ground.
"Oh," Kazemon said, as she recalled the fortune. A temple atop a pyramid and fire, and an ally who's allegiance wasn't certain. It brought to mind the face that Tamer made, the kind of cold calculating stare that unnerved her. Whatever was going on in his mind, she didn't like the idea of leaving him alone to do whatever he wanted. She caught up to him just as he reached the edge of the camp, landing between him and the temple.
"Hey Tamer! We didn't finish our conversation," Kazemon said, setting Kumamon down beside her.
The little bear ran up to the boy and asked, "So what ya up to? What's in the temple that's got you all in a rush?"
Tamer just stared at him quietly, before shifting his attention back towards the temple, "There is dormant power inside of this structure. With it, a new body can be constructed and I will no longer be trapped?"
"What?" Kazemon looked to Kumamon, who looked back just as confused.
"Time is short. Even now, I can feel my sense fading into the background - becoming one with The Digimon Tamer. I need release from the Tamer's mind. I need a body. Stand aside, or I will transfer into yours," Tamer answered quietly, still staring ahead at the rock behind them.
"Okay, Tamer. I know you're used to making no sense but you're somehow making less sense than that. And while that's a real accomplishment, it's also freaking us the hell out. So how about you start making sense and tell us what you're doing," Kazemon said angrily at the red digimon.
Tamer answered by continuing to stare without blinking. Kazemon didn't think she'd ever miss that stupid smile he usually wore. In fact, she would've preferred to see that instead of whatever this was right now. If only he would say something.
"I've already said. I am not The Digimon Tamer. I'm merely in control of his body while he is indisposed," Tamer answered. "You digimon have given me many names over the years. If you really want a name, then use the one that has always been used. D-Reaper."
Kazemon snorted and glanced sideways at Kumamon who was trying really hard to hide his giggles behind his hand. She looked at Tamer and tried her best to maintain her composure, "No seriously. What is your name?"
"D-Reaper," it repeated without skipping a beat. Hearing it a second time somehow made it worse. He was calling himself D-Reaper now? All of the annoyance was suddenly worth it if Tamer had just been setting up that incredibly dumb name as a punch line.
Kazemon needed another minute to calm herself down from all the laughter before she could finally answer, "Okay. Okay…that was funny Tamer. But seriously, what are you doing?"
"Conversation over," he said, raising up his digivice. "Execute! Spirit Evolution!"
In a flash of red fire, Tamer transformed into Agunimon and punched a blast of fire towards them. Kumamon and Kazemon leapt out of the way of the fire, clearing a path for Agunimon to charge up the temple steps, towards the entrance at the top.
"Crap," Kazemon said, kicking off the ground and darting towards the top after Agunimon. Agunimon looked over his shoulder towards her and used his fire to accelerate his ascent towards the top.
"Tamer! Get back here!" Kazemon shouted after him. Suddenly, a stream of ice shot out from underneath Agunimon and turned the stair case into a a slippery slide that pulled him back down. Just below, Kumamon was using his ice powers to freeze the stairs.
"Do not interfere," Agunimon roared, sweeping the ice with a blast of fire that melted it away. Then he hurried back up towards the top, almost reaching the temple at the top. It was now or never, and Kazemon dived straight for Agunimon just as he stepped for the entrance, tackling him through the door and into a singular large chamber that led to a stone door marked by a symbol of black fire. Kazemon could feel an energy from behind the door - a kind of pulsating heat reminiscent of a heart beat. There was something alive on the other side of that door. And if Tamer or D-Reaper was determined to get to it, then she had to be sure that it didn't.
Agunimon charged a blast of fire and punched it straight at the door, "Pyro Punch!"
"No!" Kazemon shouted as the blast of fire struck the door. The door shook from the strike, and began to crack open - letting the smallest glimmer of light shine through. She wrapped her arms around Agunimon's neck, trying to keep him pinned and immobile but that didn't amount to much when he still had an arm free that was blasting fire at the door.
"I! WILL! HAVE! A! BODY!" Agunimon roared with every attack, each strike blast a larger hole inside the temple door until it was completely blown apart. Then came the last strike and the temple door flew open, revealing a brilliant light of red fire that burst forth.
"Yes!" Agunimon threw Kazemon off, sending her rolling into a corner of the room and rushed for the light, "Beginning transfer now!"
Kazemon looked up just in time to see Kumamon hurrying to join her, "Kazemon! What happened?"
"I think there's a guardian spirit in this temple," Kazemon said, pushing herself back up. She steadied herself as the blinding red light faded, leaving Agunimon lying on the ground beside what looked like a more reptilian Agunimon. He appeared more draconic, with a long slender tail reaching out from the back of his body and large wings of fire growing out from his back.
"I'm starting to think Tamer wasn't screwing around when he said his name wasn't Tamer," Kumamon remarked. "Now that I think about it, didn't he say something about having three voices in his head?"
Kazemon vaguely remembered him saying something similar. So assuming the Guardian Spirit was once voice, she figured this D-Reaper had to be another voice. So what was the third voice? And why did he have so many voices inside of his head?
"This form is BurningGreymon," the creature growled, huffing out a blast of fire with his breath. It turned its attention upon the others, the very air temperature around them rising as it approached. "This world is abundant with life, abundant with imbalance. It must be purged, the scales balanced to bring order back. This digimon is crude, but its body and power will suffice for now. The strong must be purged and balance must be restored. The mission must be completed. The enemy is still a present threat."
As he finished speaking, the entire room became engulfed in a massive burst of fire that ripped the ceiling open and left the rest of the room ablaze. Kumamon grabbed a hold of Kazemon's shoulder and started dragging her back towards the entrance, "Come on! We have to get out of here!"
"Not yet. We need to rescue Agunimon!" Kazemon reminded him.
"Are you serious?" Kumamon asked.
"Like it or not, that thing came out of his head. If anyone's going to know how to beat it, it'll be him," she hissed, realizing what she was saying. She didn't know how, but they were going to have to take whatever this D-Reaper thing was head on if they were going to have any chance of getting Tamer out of here.
Author's Notes: Kazemon and Kumamon find themselves facing a new enemy after they just got away from the last one. Will they be able to stand a chance against this new enemy? Will this D-Reaper wreck havoc upon the camp? Find out all this and more in the next chapter of The Tamer v3.0 - Bold New Frontier due out in three weeks on Friday, December 16th at 8 PM CST. Let me know what you guys think in the reviews section. Don't forget to follow the story to keep up with all the latest updates and favorite to show support! That's all for now, let's look at previews for the next chapter!
"Oh wow. Looks like that prophecy was real, Bokomon," Neemon observed between a mouthful of food.
"I don't know why you think now's the time to bring that up, Neemon," Bokomon chastised his partner.
"You're just mad because you were wrong and you missed out on a chance for a fortune that could come true," Neemon laughed.
