"Zheng Fan, sorry for the trouble, but could you cut the tree here?" After measuring it, Joe Kido carefully marked the trunk, then hopped away from Zheng Fan.
With a flick of Zheng Fan's wrist, the thick trunk became evenly cut lumber. Countless wood shavings drifted through the air like mist. Although it was all data energy, heaven only knew what would happen if a human like Joe Kido breathed those shavings into his lungs.
"Kabuterimon, be careful." Kabuterimon nodded in acknowledgment, then carried an enormous rope net full of lumber from the forest toward the beach.
"Left, left, a little to the right, left, right."
"I quit! Super Flame!" In his anger, Greymon prepared to reduce the materials everyone had worked so hard to gather to ashes.
"Fox Fire!" Garurumon spat out ice flame, neutralizing Super Flame. "Greymon, calm down. Don't do anything rash."
"Tai, don't be so demanding. That was already good enough." Matt came over to persuade him as well.
How could these ordinary people understand the level Tai and Joe Kido had now reached? With help from several sources, the children were improving by leaps and bounds. Tai and Joe Kido, who had begun training first, had already entered the warrior stage. Mortal cultivation had five stages: strongmen developed strength, warriors honed technique, brave warriors understood honor and shame, and masters saw the future clearly. The final stage was the mortal emperor, the Emperor Realm Zheng Fan occupied. As the name suggested, it meant an emperor among mortals.
At the warrior stage, technique became very important. One key aspect of technique was precision. When directing Greymon, Tai had unconsciously entered a state of exacting precision. Of course, looking at it another way, even after reaching the warrior stage, Tai was still only a mortal. Yet when