To his elders, Marcus Damon was the very definition of a delinquent. Those who were already prejudiced saw nothing but faults in someone like him. Most passersby kept their distance, too. Yet there was no denying that once you truly earned a hot-blooded young man's friendship, he would help you at any cost. That was the so-called code of the streets. Hot-blooded youths readily inspired trust. It was something worldly adults had already abandoned. Of course, whether a decision made in the heat of the moment would help someone or hurt them was another matter entirely.
But that day, a hot-blooded youth like Marcus Damon fought back the urge to beat Oura and the others senseless and stormed off.
Had Oura and the others done something utterly outrageous? Not at all.
Oura and the others had decided to take part in rebuilding the Digimon World. Naturally, that was an excellent idea. But when it came to putting it into practice, Marcus Damon, who had already experienced rebuilding the Human World, saw his role as a roamer, providing support across the whole map. Oura, meanwhile, was perfectly happy helping the Digimon with their work, hauling bricks as a laborer.
There was nothing wrong with Marcus Damon's approach, but that did not mean Oura's choice was wrong, either. Conflicts born of differing values were practically impossible to resolve. The only solution was to take the wide-open road and go their separate ways.
Oura wanted to ask Zheng Fan to judge between them, but Zheng Fan was busy and had no time for such trivial matters. Even if he did get involved, he would not side with Oura.
Over the following days, incidents kept disrupting the reconstruction of the Digimon World. Miyako and Iori were attacked one after another. Hawkmon and Armadillomon broke