"Come take a look! The latest DigiFusion technology! Break through to Ultimate in an instant!" A Trumpetmon shouted itself hoarse by the roadside. Digimon came and went, and countless spectators gathered, but few answered the call.
"Hey, can this DigiFusion of yours really evolve me to Ultimate?" A huge bone club suddenly poked out of the tent behind Trumpetmon and smashed its table to pieces. Trumpetmon had no doubt that if it failed to satisfy the club's owner, it would be smashed to pieces too.
"Ah, Lord Ogremon, please wait just a little longer. DigiFusion requires two Digimon to work together with one heart. We have to find you a suitable fusion partner." Trumpetmon explained frantically and finally managed to coax Ogremon back into the tent. Unfortunately, now that Ogremon had shown himself, some of the bewildered but impressed spectators had figured out what was happening and immediately abandoned the idea.
"Enough! I can't stand this anymore! Trumpetmon, you're a Champion Digimon too. Fuse with me!" A huge green hand reached out of the tent, grabbed Trumpetmon by the neck, and hauled it inside.
"Please don't! Lord Ogremon, I'm not a combat Digimon. There's no value in fusing with me!" Trumpetmon wailed.
"That doesn't matter. Just help me evolve to Ultimate." Ogremon's voice dripped with menace.
"Please don't! Lord Ogremon, imagine what we'd look like after fusing. Do you really want people laughing at you as a warrior who fights with a loudmouth cannon?" Desperate for freedom, Trumpetmon belittled itself as hard as it could.
Ogremon rubbed his head and imagined himself with a huge trumpet hanging from his body. Finally, he abandoned the idea and gave Trumpetmon a heavy slap. "You make a good point. Then hurry up and find me a suitable fusion partner." With that, he threw