Following T.K. Takaishi, they finally heard Poyomon's voice beside a jumble of crooked shelves. Poyomon's voice was so faint that only Zheng Fan and T.K., who was always glued to Poyomon's side, could make it out clearly.
T.K. hurried over to a toppled shelf, dropped to one knee, and reached underneath. After feeling around for a while, he pulled Poyomon out.
When Poyomon emerged, a little box was clutched tightly beneath its body. Poyomon simply refused to let go. Who knew where all that strength had come from?
Holding Poyomon in one hand, T.K. stroked its head with the other and asked, "Poyomon, is this the Key?"
Poyomon still couldn't speak. Even with all its strength, it could only make little squeaking noises. Still, it finally got off the box.
Everyone scrambled to open the box. Seven Keys lay quietly inside, looking peaceful and majestic. Perhaps the seal had been exceptionally good; there wasn't a speck of dust inside.
"Everyone, wait a second." Izzy Izumi hurriedly stopped them and said breathlessly, "I was thinking. Old Genai said each of us has our own power, along with a corresponding Crest and Key. Does that mean each of these Keys belongs to a different person?"
At Izzy's words, everyone pulled back their outstretched hands. Although the Keys all looked identical, what if they took the wrong ones?
Tai glanced at everyone's expressions, grabbed the box, and walked over to Zheng Fan. "Zheng Fan, could you help us check these Keys? We're afraid we'll get them mixed up."
Zheng Fan gave Tai a look, and Tai could only stand there grinning sheepishly. Still, since Tai was deliberately trying to make peace, Zheng Fan naturally wouldn't refuse. The others were left watching their exchange with strange expressions. Who knew whether any of them were