One day, Oura was walking down the road when an old man suddenly blocked his path.
"Young man, could you do me a favor? My shoe fell under the bridge. Could you fetch it for me?" the old man pleaded pitifully.
Oura glanced down and saw that the old man's foot was indeed bare. He spotted a shoe lying beneath the bridge, so he went down and retrieved it.
But after the old man put the shoe on, he kicked his foot, and it fell off again.
Oura climbed back beneath the bridge and retrieved the shoe. After examining it carefully, he discovered a large tear. No wonder it kept falling off. He took the old man to a shoe store and bought him a new pair. Although Oura appeared to be nothing more than an elementary school student, given his secret identity, money was just a number to him.
"Thank you, thank you. You really are a good person. I finally believe in the choice the Digimon World made," the old man said, gripping Oura's hand tightly.
The old man's words startled Oura, but he quickly realized that his and the others' identities were no secret. He smiled at the old man, wondering what else he wanted to say.
"Oura Motomiya, I'd like to ask you a favor. Save our world," the old man said.
"Sir, you really don't need to worry about that. Digimon may be powerful, but they won't threaten the Human World. Digimon need human strength, and humans need the strength of Digimon. It's a partnership that benefits both sides," Oura said earnestly.
"No, that isn't what I mean. I came looking for help to save another world-our world." The old man raised his head, his eyes shining.
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