"Three years ago, on this very day in 1999, we went to the Digimon World for the first time." Sitting on the grass, the group chatted casually.
"I know! Carrying twenty kilograms and walking a hundred kilometers. I read about it in a book!" Oura raised a hand and shouted. Everyone around burst out laughing.
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean? Did I get something wrong?" Oura looked helpless.
"Tai and the others just went to an ordinary summer camp, the kind where everyone eats, drinks, and has fun together," Iori explained.
"I had a cold back then, so I didn't go to the Digimon World with everyone else." Kari looked bashful.
"That was lucky for everyone. Gatomon wasn't on File Island then. I really can't imagine Kari arriving in the Digimon World with us without a partner Digimon to protect her." T.K. Takaishi shook his head and took Kari's hand. Of course, he currently had his eight-year-old body, so he looked like a little brother clinging to his older sister.
"T.K., you make it sound really scary," Miyako said, hunching her shoulders.
"That's the point. We're trying to scare you." T.K. and Kari exchanged a glance, each catching the smug, sly gleam deep in the other's eyes. The new generation of Chosen Children had already witnessed life and death, but they still didn't understand war-brutal war. With Odaiba memorial day upon them, it was the perfect chance to let everyone experience the front lines.
"Kari!" A boisterous voice suddenly rang out. Everyone turned and discovered that all their predecessors had arrived.
"Oura, you're here too?" As Tai spoke, he stepped forward and gave Oura a bear hug. The impact made Oura's vision go black, nearly knocking the breath out of him.
"Tai, look what you've done. How many times