I didn't end up showing the other children my pile of weapons.
Probably for good reason, as I hadn't realised just how much shit I had actually been carrying in the place-not-place.
Because this is just absurd.
I picked up a sword- which did absolutely nothing to reduce the overall size of the massive fucking pile that was all the weapons I'd ever stored in... fuck it; hammerspace.
"All of these belonged to people who have tried to kill you?" Takato asked, his voice wavering.
"Yes." I said. "It never really sunk in until this moment, but a lot of people have tried to kill me."
Takato shakily nodded, still staring at the pile that was taller than I was.
Henry stepped forwards, delicately pulling out a pair of nun-chucks and holding them up.
"Someone tried to kill you with nun-chucks?" He asked, incredulous.
"Yeah." My head tilted to the side. I barely even remembered that guy, but... "That guy was jerk. So arrogant. So full of himself."
Rika leaned over, picking up a Kunai- the number of which was so large, there was an entire pile of them separate to the main one.
A pile that was also, incidentally, taller than I was.
"Why are there so many knives?"
"Kunai, they're called." I told her. "There's so many of them because, where I picked them up, they were a dime a dozen, and fairly reliable tools."
The average battle between ninjas tended to scatter dozens of them across a wide area, so bandits tended to have a lot of them. They also tended to have a lot of Shuriken, but Shuriken were much harder for the average bandit to use.
Still, I'd accrued quite the collection of them, too.
"I'm... having a little trouble believing that so many people tried to kill you."
"It's not like it was all at once, Rika. I collected these over a number of years."
"Is this a gun?" I looked over to Henry. He carefully held up the gun, pointing away from him.
"A fairly primitive one, but yes, a gun." I walked over to him, pulling it out of his hand. "So primitive, in fact, that it is only a single-shot weapon."
"Where the heck did you get something like that?" Rika asked me.
"Oh, around." I said. I let the gun vanish back into my hammerspace.
She stared at me.
"I must confess..." Renamon began, picking up a pair of Kunai. "This is the largest collection of weapons that I've ever seen."
And it isn't even all that I was keeping. I still had all the other valuables that I'd permanently borrowed from the bandits- though a significant amount of that had been returned to the rightful owners.
"How old are you?" Rika asked.
"Hmm?"
"How old are you?" Rika repeated. "You said that you acquired these weapons over a 'number of years', but then there's this gun, which is so primitive that it's only a single-shot."
"I..." She had completely misinterpreted what I'd said.
I paused.
Aha.
Opportunity.
"Well, let's just say that I don't actually age, and leave it at that, shall we?"
She dropped the Kunai.
"You don't age?" Henry asked.
"Unless someone actually succeeds in killing me, I am otherwise immortal. Not age, nor disease, nor frailty will touch me. And as you can see," I gestured around to the piles of weapons surrounding us. "It is certainly no easy matter to kill me."
Many have tried. All, so far, had failed.
Undoubtedly, many more will try. And many more will fail.
Heartless Bullshit sure was fun when it was working for you instead of against you.
"What's it like?" Takato asked.
"Hmm?"
"What's... knowing that you're going to live forever like?"
"Oddly unimportant."
"Unimportant? How could living forever be unimportant?" Rika asked.
"Because I try to live in the here-and-now, Rika. Not the past, not the future." I stated. "Sure, one day, everybody is going to die. Whether it be from age, or disease, or violence, it will happen." I paused.
"But I don't allow myself to get caught up on that fact." I said, completely serious. "Because getting caught up on that is pointless. Everybody will die, and there's nothing I can do about it."
"But... isn't that... bad? Everybody around you is going to die but you'll still be there. All your friends..." Henry trailed off.
"Indeed. Everybody I know is going to die. Some later than others, some earlier than others. And I'll be there, watching." I spoke. "But getting caught up on that is, like I said, utterly pointless. I'll be sad when it happens, but I won't let that stop me from going out and living. I'll make friends, they will eventually die, I'll remember them, and move on. Getting caught up on every single death isn't healthy." Ninja philosophy at its finest. "I can't save everybody. Doesn't mean I won't try. I will eventually lose every friend I ever make. But that's no reason that I shouldn't make new friends."
I picked up a sword, stuffing it back in hammerspace.
"Oh..."
"Eh, don't worry about. It's something I've since come to terms with." I said. "Besides, sticking to such a morbid conversation is going to kill all the fun."
"Hey, can I ask a question?"
"Go ahead, Takato."
"Well, see, there's a school field trip coming up, and..."
"You want to take Guilmon with you?" I asked.
He nodded. "They've been fighting a lot lately, and this could be a vacation to them." He explained.
"Indeed." I nodded. "However, I don't see why you're telling me about this."
"Well, I was thinking; to get Guilmon out there, I'd have to sneak him on the bus, and..."
"That might be hard." I finished. "Especially since he's a big dinosaur. Not impossible, but hard."
Takato nodded, again. "I was wondering if you could bring him out there. After we get there, I mean."
That's... Hmm.
Well, I'm not entirely sure of the actual location of where he's going, but I could still track his Heart until he got there.
There might be a minor problem depending on how far away it was, since I normally took the Corridors of Darkness to cross truly massive distances, but... "I could probably do that." It might require a lot of short teleports, but it wasn't impossible.
"Thanks." Takato smiled.
"No problem."