In the dream, Chika blushed scarlet. Yuto, however, advanced step by step, backing her into a corner.
"I think Yuto saw this on TV, too," Hawkmon commented from the sidelines. This part of Yuto's dream was a completely isolated space, and Hawkmon had no way to interfere with anything inside it. All Hawkmon could do was recall the TV show's plot.
"I remember the next part wasn't suitable for children." Hawkmon didn't understand what that meant. Those words had simply appeared on the screen during the show, and then Sayuri had switched it off. Did Yuto finish watching it behind my back? Hawkmon nodded, certain that was the answer.
Although things unfolded in the direction Hawkmon had expected, the process was still shocking. Chika grabbed Yuto by the collar and punched him in the eye, then sent him flying with a spinning kick. Yuto landed face down on the floor, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
"Is this what they mean by a good man never fights a woman?" Hawkmon recalled something Marcus Damon often said.
Yuto stretched out his arm, but he could only watch helplessly as Chika walked out of sight. At last, he passed out. The instant Yuto closed his eyes, the entire world disappeared. Hawkmon forced himself to stay awake and finally held on until the world lit up again.
"How did this brat get in here?"
"You're asking me? We've been together this whole time."
"True. Hey, do you think the brat might've escaped from inside?"
"That's... impossible, surely. The monsters they keep in there are under very strict supervision." Yet the second person didn't sound all that certain.
"We've said too much. This isn't our business. Just do the job we've been given," the first person said fearfully.
It was a small glass room, but