Across the vast sea, waves rose and fell. Amid them was a lone patch of snowy white: Ikkakumon, who had been drifting on the sea for a full day and night with Joe Kido and T.K. Takaishi.
"Joe, how much longer until we see land?" T.K.'s voice sounded weak. With his current strength, going three to five days without food would have been no problem, but mental exhaustion was the main reason for his weakness.
Joe did not answer, but Ikkakumon spoke up. "Soon. I can already sense a Digimon up ahead. I won't get it wrong this time." The reason Joe had dared to travel by water without a map was that he relied entirely on Ikkakumon's abilities. Wherever water flowed, Ikkakumon would never lose his way. In reality, however, as an ultimate Digimon, Myotismon might not have been Ikkakumon's equal in pure aquatic combat, but blocking a champion Digimon's senses was easy for him. As a result, Ikkakumon had wandered around at sea for an entire day and had only recently figured out the pattern.
Ah, I've lied again, Joe reproached himself. Although Ikkakumon had been the one to speak, Joe had already been preparing a similar answer in his mind. Ikkakumon had simply beaten him to it at the last moment. At least, that was how Joe saw it.
As Ikkakumon moved onward, the mist over the water gradually thickened. Suddenly, he stopped and said nervously, "Be careful, everyone. There's a Digimon up ahead."
Before anyone could react, Patamon flapped his wings and flew off. Then his cheerful voice came from the thick mist. "Wait here, everyone. I'll go take a look."
At this turn of events, even the feeble T.K. sprang up. If he could have flown or fought in the water, he probably would have