All Seasons: Wisemon’s Actual Ending Series
Part 3: Don’t Wear Those Shoes
By Wisemon
Digimon is the property of Toei Animation. This series is intended mostly as a release for a burning plot idea, and for an ending that I find far more relatable than that of my Alternate Ending Series. So, the dialogue will be a bit less frequent in this one. To save time, on occasion, there will be some he said/she said type narratives. As is my style, this is all in the past tense, like a fairy tale, a really fucked-up fairy tale. Because I put so much thought into each word, my interests lie mostly in poetry now, which is why I was reluctant to even start this series. Unfortunately, poetry can’t satisfy my love of foreshadowing. This series will be absolutely loaded with foreshadowing, but you’ll have to find it yourself this time around.
In the last story, the D-Reaper emerged, Azulongmon achieved a monopoly, and an update was given on the status of the surviving legendary warriors. This story will delve into the fates of the Tamers. As usual, adult language and situations, so if you’re under eighteen, this wasn’t meant for you.
The way they always do, the next four years brought many drastic changes. Takato and Jeri were rejected by every major university; they just weren’t bright enough. So, they got married, and they started their own restaurant. It was a bistro of sorts. Using the skills they acquired from their parents, Takato made the pastries, and Jeri made the drinks. Jeri’s specialty was shakes, the same sort that she prepared for Orochimon. In order to make the restaurant a success, she didn’t hesitate to serve her “shakes” to children. When the police caught on to all of the drunken eleven-year-olds coming out of their restaurant, they issued a warning. When Takato and Jeri continued to serve alcohol to minors, they were arrested and given a six-month sentence. In court, Jeri cried like a baby when the judge told her that she and Takato would be going to separate prisons (obviously). In a rare act of compassion, the judge found Jeri to be mentally incompetent without Takato, and the newlyweds were allowed to share a cell in the women’s prison.
Kazu and Hazy’s relationship didn’t last much longer than a year, but to their credit, they were both a little more mature because of their time together. Hazy went on to nursing school, and she completely lost touch with the Stoners. Kazu became an assembly line worker, and he completely lost touch with the Tamers.
The famed Digi-Battle champion, Ryo got an endorsement deal with Bandai. Rika was offered a lesser contract, but her whereabouts were unknown. Rumiko Nonaka was rightfully ashamed to say that she simply lost track of her daughter.
As Henry had
anticipated, those four years were stressful ones. He still talked to Takato
and Jeri occasionally (through bulletproof prison glass), but for the most
part, he didn’t have time for unproductive socialization. He was in one of
On
“I’m a guy who doesn’t drink, or smoke, or eat crap, or gamble, or cheat on exams, or womanize. I’m a guy who works day and night to learn enough to have a career that can benefit humanity. I’m a guy who saved the world and got very little of the credit. So where’s my female counterpart? Where is she? Is she majoring in one of the liberal arts? Damn it all, she doesn’t exist!”
After he finished
venting, Henry went back to his room.
Other students lived in the campus’s dormitories, but the Wongs’ apartment was within close enough proximity to
Henry’s school; he could ride his same old bike back and forth. He could sleep in his same old bed. He could pause from his homework and look
around the same tiny room he lived in all his life, and that’s why he didn’t
like pausing. Henry had about another
ten minutes to kill before his usual bedtime.
He took off his same old green vest (purchased the day he got his green
belt) and crucified it on a hanger in his same old closet. He sat down in his same old chair, logged
into his relatively new computer, went onto an
Wisemon told Henry that he had been chosen to be the leader of a team of DigiDestined children. Their mission, a mission they could not refuse, was to eliminate the D-Reaper before it completely ravaged Earth and entered the digital world. Henry was given the spirit of steel, and his Digivice (sealed in a plastic container under his bed) was converted into a metallic gray D-Tector. This allowed Henry to summon his corresponding spirit suit, metallic gray with medium green cuffs and collar. Wisemon had hoped to deliver a completely rhetorical prophecy to his number one draft pick, but it didn’t play out that way:
“Henry, I am a descendent of the ancient warrior of steel. Therefore, in a way, your spirit of steel is my spirit as well, and I have customized it to be the strongest of the spirits. Instead of the black rubber boots that accompany your teammates’ suits, your suit comes with amplification sneakers. They will increase your jumping strength tenfold, and, since it would be a shame to waste your martial arts skills, the sneakers emit a destructive energy capable of taking out the D-Reaper’s agents on contact. Also, I packed your suit with extra Kevlar, enough to make it completely invulnerable to the D-Reaper’s fiercest attacks. I have entitled you to these fortifications, because analogously, you are the strongest of the Tamers, the only one who managed a successful assault against the D-Reaper.”
“Terriermon did half of the work, and we were just following orders,” Henry admitted.
“Indeed, but there was a reason you and Terriermon were chosen above the other children to carry out Operation: Doodlebug. Your inclinations toward responsibility and excellence made you the best option for executing the program. These are the traits one looks for in a leader. According to the prophecy, you are the frame upon which your teammates are supported.”
“Alright, but who are my teammates going to be?”
“You will know when you all meet together for the first time: May 6th, at your apartment.”
“That’s not going to cut it. If I’m going to be an effective leader, I need to know who’s on my team ASAP, and since you know, ASAP is now.” Henry had a logical excuse. “I need time to do background research.”
“Very well, you already know the holder of the spirits of ice and darkness, the boy you call Tomoki Kanbara.”
“You mean Suzie’s friend?” Henry checked.
“Yeah right, they’re just ‘friends.’”
“Suzie told me that she doesn’t like him as anything more than a friend…and what happened to your excessive formality?”
The oddity that Henry was noticing was Azulongmon’s dominance over Wisemon, which worked its way into Wisemon’s speech pattern when Azulongmon wasn’t careful. Wisemon hastily recovered. “I am as I am…as are you. Now, speaking of Suzie, she will also be on your team. While I am the descendent of the guardian of the spirit of steel, my other favorite warrior, after you, was the warrior of light. Therefore, I have decided to give that honor to your sister. Besides, the warrior of light must be light of words, and your sister meets that prerequisite.”
“You will do no such thing. Look, I didn’t want Suzie in on the first battle; it was far too dangerous. What kind of older brother would I be if I let her join in this one?”
“It will not be all that dangerous,” Wisemon argued. “Granted, many innocent civilians will die, but only one member of your team is guaranteed to die.”
“With the way Suzie abandons caution, that one would most likely be her, or maybe I’d die of a heart attack trying to keep her out of trouble. Either way, I’m not letting her on the team, so choose a replacement.”
Wisemon saw the validity in Henry’s reservation. “Very well, there is another who meets the criteria for the warrior of light, but he is not exactly a team player.”
“Good, neither am I. There’s an old proverb: the best teammates are those who prefer to work independently. Now who else is on my team?”
“The holders of the spirits of wood and water will come from the alternate dimension. The holders of the spirits of thunder and wind will come from the digital world itself. You have no acquaintanceship with these people, so their potential deaths should not concern you.”
“That’s a pretty heartless thing to say. A good leader keeps his whole team alive, whether or not he knows them personally.” Henry said the words in a militant monotone, but he legitimately meant them. “Is there anybody else?”
“Only the warrior of earth can assure the Earth’s safety, so he is quite possibly the most important member of your team. I have chosen the Digital World’s most celebrated hero, Ryo Akiyama, for this position.”
“I don’t think so. For lack of a better term, Ryo’s a ball hog. In our last battle with the D-Reaper, he took all of Sakuyamon’s power, used it on one shot, and that shot didn’t do a damn thing. Ryo thinks that he’s some sort of great combatant, just because he’s hot shit in the card game. He’s nothing but a poser, a fraud, too afraid to come out of the closet and admit his own shortcomings. I can’t work with somebody like that.” Though the reason he gave was legitimate, Henry’s main reason for not wanting to work with Ryo had more to do with Rika choosing Ryo. Of course, Henry had no idea how Ryo and Rika’s relationship worked out (or didn’t work out), but not being chosen irked him.
“You are really starting to push your luck,” Wisemon warned. “Takato and Jeri are in jail. Rika is missing. Therefore, Ryo is your only option anyway.”
“I think you forgot a couple of Tamers. Sure, Kazu is an asshole, but I’m willing to team up with Kenta again. I’ve been meaning to give that kid a call anyway; I just never got around to it.”
Thrown from his train of thought, Azulongmon soaked through Wisemon again. “Are you fucking retarded? Do you have any idea what happened to Kenta? He’s just a pathetic video game-addicted sloth nowadays, and he’s fifteen kilos overweight.”
“Last I heard, he became a mechanical engineering student, and he took Brazilian Jiu-jitsu lessons back when I took karate lessons. When we sparred, he actually got the better of me. If he gets into shape, he’ll be an asset.”
“That’s a big ‘if,’ and the kid is not a very good mechanical engineering student. Kenta is barely surviving his classes. Do you really expect him to hold up against the D-Reaper?” In truth, Azulongmon was reluctant to allow the substitution because Kenta was Xuanwumon’s first choice.
Henry put his foot down. “If you want me to lead your team, your team will include Kenta.”
Not wanting to lose Henry, Azulongmon recovered his Wisemon mindset. “Very well, I will put him in contact with a DigiDestined who successfully lost weight. Also, while the other DigiDestined will ultimately answer to me, Kenta will be your direct responsibility.”
“So you’re giving me a pupil, and you’re making me a sensei?” Henry knew the system all too well.
“Your keen observations reinforce my faith in you.”
A few minutes
after visiting with Henry, Wisemon appeared on Kenta’s computer screen as a Starmon. Unfortunately for Wisemon,
Kenta was engrossed in his television screen. In an extremely small dormitory at a
“This is it! As soon as I slay Cryotek, peace will be restored to the kingdom, and I’ll become a Knight of Transcendence.” Cryotek appeared on Kenta’s screen in all its glorious pixilation. “Cryotek’s not ‘sposedta be a woman. The online FAQ didn’t say anything about this. So…should I use magic or a straight attack?” Kenta snagged a fresh doughnut from the box, and he took a bite. “I’d better check the FAQ again. While I’m on the internet, I might as well squeeze one out; that outfit on Cryotek is awfully skimpy.” Kenta dropped his pants and plopped himself in his computer chair. “Is that a Starmon?”
“I take many forms,” Wisemon told Kenta. “For the likes of you, I am a mere Starmon.”
“You don’t sound like the Starmon from ‘The Good, the Bad, and the Digi,’ Kenta noted. Couldya give me some sheriff lingo? I think it would be kinda neat if you did. Here, try this line: ‘There ain’t enough room in this town for the both of us.’ Dontya like the sound of that? I think I’m gonna start saying ‘ain’t’ more often.”
Azulongmon lost his patience, and once again, he lost
control of Wisemon.
“Are you stupid, stoned, or both?
This is a conversation about saving the world from its greatest
immediate danger, and you’ve got overblown 1890’s
Kenta held on to his doughnut, and he left his pants off; one phrase caught his attention:
“You’re saying I get an opportunity to save the world? You’ve gotta be talking about that thing with the D-Reaper, right?” Kenta had gotten through his miserable high school years by telling himself that he was meant for something great, something heroic. Upon entering college, he had hoped to go to parties, to make new friends, to become more mature and realistic, but the dream refused to die. “I guess it’s gonna be dangerous, something not for the weak of will.” Without even thinking, Kenta took another bite of doughnut. “It’s gonna be something for the pure of thought.” Without even thinking, Kenta reached into his underpants and tossed around his sausage. “Lesser men probably couldn’t handle something like this, but I’m ready.”
The Starmon on Kenta’s screen frowned in disapproval. “Yeah right, you’re ready to take on the whole fucking universe with a gut full of pastries. First, you need to lose the weight. Wait a minute; first, I need to convert your Digivice. Do you still have your Digivice?”
Kenta grabbed his pants from the floor, and he unclipped his Digivice from his belt. “Everybody else has a cell phone, but I’ve got no one to call, so I still carry this thing.”
“You’re a waste of life; you know that?”
“Hey, you don’t have to be so mean; I’m doing you a favor.” Kenta held his Digivice up to the computer monitor. “Can you alter my Digivice through the screen with some sort of funky magic, or is this going to require a USB cable?”
“…Funky magic,” the Starmon answered reluctantly. Seconds later, Kenta’s Digivice was converted into a marigold D-Tector. “You have your D-Tector, but I would advise that you not summon your spirit suit until you lose fifteen kilograms. To help you with your diet, I programmed the D-Tector number of the holder of the spirit of thunder.”
“What’s a D-Tector number, and how does it help me lose weight?”
“You are aggravatingly slow. Every Digivice and D-Tector has its own code, like a telephone number, which can be utilized similarly.”
“Why dontya just give us all cell phones?” Kenta suggested.
“A cell phone is an extra piece of equipment. This is cheaper, it can’t be bugged, you never lose reception, and you just told me that you never carry a cell phone anyway.”
“Oh yeah…so how’s the warrior of thunder gonna help me?”
“Ask him yourself, and while you’re at it, get in on Henry’s workouts. Take down this code.” The code for Henry’s D-Tector flashed on Kenta’s screen, and Kenta wrote it down.
“So Henry’s part of this thing too? Anybody else I know?”
“Ryo should have been a part of my team, but per Henry’s request, you are replacing him as the warrior of earth.” Within the Starmon, within Wisemon, a malicious realization crossed Azulongmon’s mind. “You are replacing Ryo; you have some very ornery shoes to fill. Are you certain that you can handle the obligation of the warrior of earth?” Azulongmon knew that Kenta’s enthusiasm would not permit a refusing response under any circumstances.
“I ain’t backing out now. This is my destiny.” Kenta examined his new D-Tector as he continued his speech. “All of the years of playing RPG’s alone in my room, all of the years of watching the likes of Yusuke Urameshi, Amuro Ray, Jason Lee Scott, Inspector Gadget, Darkwing Duck, and The Tick,”
“Wait a minute, most of those aren’t–“
“–It’s all led up to this. So if I gotta lose weight to be a superhero, then that’s what I’m gonna do. Just give me a chance, and I won’t disappoint you.” Kenta put his hands together, passing a sacrilegious prayer to his computer screen.
In an exasperated tone, the final instruction was given. “Show up at Henry’s apartment at on May 6th for further information. You’d better be in shape by then.” Then the Starmon disappeared from Kenta’s screen.
“Kenta Kitagawa, the warrior of earth. I like the sound of that.” Then Kenta remembered the contingency. “Starmon had a point; most heroes don’t border on obesity.” After some trial and error, Kenta figured out the functions of the buttons on his D-Tector. He cycled through his database and found the number for Junpei’s D-Tector. “I’ll give this so-called warrior of thunder a call.”
A few hours earlier, in the digital world, Bokomon was riding VerticalTrailmon all the way to the top. His bible of dictation was stuffed into his waistband, and he was looking to pass along the latest entry. The elevator digimon provided no music, so a conversation seemed appropriate:
“VerticalTrailmon, anything new with you?”
“There’s nothing new with me. There will never be anything new with me. I can only look forward to going out of order and heading to the Trailmon Graveyard, but even when that happens, I’ll just get reborn and put back here. My life is a bunch of ups and downs, and that’s all there will ever be.”
“My life is not all that much better,” Bokomon argued.
“When the ride’s
over, you get to step out onto
Bokomon tapped the book in his waistband. “I’m bound as the recorder of Wisemon’s prophecies and every event of historical significance. It is not a very time-consuming job, but it is a very important one. Without someone to record and share the past, future disasters would not be averted; history would repeat itself.”
“Can you keep me from repeating myself? I do the same thing every fucking day.”
“That is not what I meant.” Though he wanted to ignore the sudden doubts, in a macrocosm, Bokomon wondered if he really could keep history from repeating itself. “Wisemon’s prophecies are still of great importance. If I had not recorded those, HellDiaboromon would have conquered this world.”
“Fine, if that job is so important, Wisemon must be paying you a bundle.”
“Actually, I do it
free of charge, out of a sense of duty.”
Bokomon felt his ride stopping, and he saw the
doors opening to reveal the cottony terrain of
“What do you mean you won’t fight him? It’s your job to protect every digimon, even those who can normally protect themselves. So when I tell you that Azulongmon has been taking the fractal code of Mega level digimon, you have an obligation to get off your asses and do something about it!”
Junpei leaned back in his throne and put his hands behind his head. “Do you have any proof that Azulongmon is the cause of the disappearances?”
“I have eyewitnesses, but they’re too afraid to come forward.”
Izumi leaned back in her throne and put her hands behind her head. “So they talk to you, but they won’t talk to us?”
“Azulongmon doesn’t want you knowing, so he picks off digimon just before they enter VerticalTrailmon.”
Junpei put his feet on the table. “Yeah, that’s what I’d do if I were him. If you see the big gas dragon, give him my props. Wait, if that’s his strategy, how did you make it up here?”
“I was monitoring him, looking for my opportunity. I saw him become something else, and that something else went away for a while, but he’ll be back. Don’t you understand that the more digimon he absorbs, the more powerful he becomes? Now he’s more powerful than any other Mega in this world, including myself. He needs to be stopped.” Ophanimon relayed her idea. “I’m disliked by other digimon because I’m not that bimbo, the original Ophanimon, and because my boyfriends end up dead. However, you two have sway, stroke, or whatever you call it. If you gather an army, they’ll follow you. Then you just might stand a chance, but you have to take action now.”
Izumi put her feet on the table. “We don’t need an army. No digimon in this world is more powerful than me.”
Ophanimon was skeptical. “You really think you can take on a Mega who’s absorbed the data of a hundred other Megas?”
Young Tomoki entered the room. “My mommy can do whatever the hell she wants.” Young Tomoki took the seat next to Izumi, leaned back in his chair, put his hands behind his head, and put his feet on the table.
“You’ve got a pretty big mouth for a preschooler.” Ophanimon altered her tactic. “Fine, if you’re so tough, prove it; go confront Azulongmon.”
Bokomon entered the room. “That will not be necessary. Azulongmon is part of Wisemon, and Wisemon will come for you shortly.”
“Hey, it’s Uncle Bokomon!” young Tomoki exclaimed. “Why are you here today?”
“Thanks for the setup.” Bokomon bowed to young Tomoki, and then to Junpei and Izumi. He ignored the presence of the digimon who raped him. “I am here to read Wisemon’s latest prophecy. Get comfortable, and I will begin.”
Junpei stretched and yawned, and the rest of his family followed. “Man, if we were any more comfortable, we’d be naked.”
“And humping,” Izumi added.
“In that case, I’ll begin.” Bokomon took out his book and opened up to a bookmarked page, Wisemon’s latest prophecy:
When the D-Reaper reveals itself, only a team of teenagers with a past corporeal digitalization, in other words, DigiDestined, will be able to vanquish the threat. Among these DigiDestined, one of the following will no longer be alive at the conclusion of the war:
The warrior of steel will be the frame upon which the team builds itself. Only the warrior of steel may wield the weapon that delivers the fatal blow to the D-Reaper’s core consciousness.
The warrior of earth will assure the security of Earth. In doing so, the warrior of earth will cease to exist. The warrior of earth will be the protégé of the warrior of steel, though not necessarily the second in command.
The warrior of water will be fluid in character, able to adapt to complex challenges. The warrior of water will help the warrior of wood to grow.
The warrior of wood will be natural in character, one who never abandons the soil. The warrior of wood will keep the warrior of water from flooding.
Note: The original choices for the warriors of steel, earth, water, and wood were Katsuharu, Teppei, Chiaki, and Teruo, respectively. Unfortunately, their homeward Trailmon had an accident. Chiaki and Teruo have equivalents in the alternate dimension, obvious choices for the new warriors of water and wood.
The warrior of wind will provide power to the warrior of thunder. The warrior of thunder will provide power to the other warriors.
The warrior of ice will be the cooler head in panicked circumstances. His cleverness will overcome the most powerful of adversaries.
The warrior of light must be light of words. Analogously, that is all.
Because only a human who has undergone great tragedy can use the spirit of darkness, the desensitized grip of the warrior of ice will carry the spirit of darkness until the true warrior of darkness is revealed.
“And that concludes Wisemon’s new prophecy.” Bokomon closed his book and returned it to his waistband.
“Hey, wait, you’re saying Azulongmon is Wisemon, and Wisemon wrote this prophecy about the D-Reaper?” Ophanimon checked.
Izumi knew that Bokomon refused to speak to Ophanimon, so she spoke on Bokomon’s behalf. “Yeah, I think that’s what he’s saying.”
“In that case,
we’re all fucked.” With that said, Ophanimon left the
conference room and exited through the double doors of
Bokomon remained in the conference room with the royal family for another few hours. They caught up on old times (so to speak), but mostly, they discussed their future plans. They all knew that the prophecy had to be taken seriously, but at the same time, they were safe from the D-Reaper while in the digital world. So, when the issue was tossed around to his satisfaction, Junpei decided on the course of least resistance:
“It’s not our problem. The Earth sucks; that’s why we stayed here. If the D-Reaper assimilates every organism on Earth, it would be bad, but life goes on for us.”
“Daddy, that’s not very helpful,” young Tomoki noted. “You’re always telling me to help out around the castle. You tell me to clean up my messes.”
“Yeah, but that’s my point; this isn’t our mess,” Junpei argued.
“You tell that to Wisemon,” Bokomon dared rhetorically.
Izumi didn’t sweat the god-like power. “Fine, that’s what we’ll do.”
Young Tomoki introduced another factor. “What about the other Tomoki, the boy I was named for? He lives on Earth, doesn’t he? Shouldn’t we help him?”
“Actually son, that’s all the more reason not to participate. I already got my glory; it’s Tomoki’s turn. Besides, when Wisemon made the deal that sent Tomoki home, he said that your mother and I were done, so Tomoki ought to be the one to save Earth.” With the decision made, Junpei changed the subject. “Speaking of earth, I feel a little bad for whoever has that spirit. You saw what it said in the prophecy?” Then Junpei heard his D-Tector ringing (or beeping), so he picked it up. As far as he knew, only one person in the real world had his number, so Junpei made the logical assumption about the identity of the caller. “Hey Tomoki, we were just talking about you.”
“The name’s Kenta. Are you the warrior of thunder?”
“Yeah, but you can call me Junpei…or your royal highness.”
Izumi tapped into the call on her own D-Tector. “Call him Junpei; his ego is big enough as it is.”
A familiarity popped into Kenta’s head, but before he could figure it out, he was obligated to inquire about the new (and very attractive sounding) female voice. “And wouldya mind telling me your name?”
“My name is Izumi, though I am also known as the queen of the digital world, the most beautiful woman of all time, and the most powerful being to ever grace two realities.”
“And you’re worried about my ego?” Junpei let out under his breath.
“And I’m Tomoki!” young Tomoki shouted into Izumi’s D-Tector.
“Why did you think I was Tomoki if Tomoki’s with you?” Kenta asked. “Also, you wouldn’t happen to be the same Junpei I knew in elementary school, wouldya?”
“Tomoki’s name is a long story,” Junpei warned. “And I’m probably not the same Junpei, not unless you’re the same Kenta I knew in elementary school.”
“I get what you’re saying. I’ve met a kid named Tomoki too, but he probably ain’t the one you got there; the chances are slim. And that reminds me, that’s kinda why I wanna talk to you. This magical know-it-all digimon said that you could teach me how to diet.”
“Magical know-it-all digimon?” Junpei cycled the possibilities and determined the implication. “You must be one of the new legendary warriors. Just out of curiosity, which spirit did you get?”
“I’m gonna be the warrior of earth,” Kenta declared proudly. Then he heard silence on the other end, as if he had suddenly offended somebody. “Was one of you guys hoping to get the spirit of earth?”
“…No, there’s definitely no one here who would’ve wanted it,” Junpei finally answered. “I guess I’ll tell you about my diet, and then we can talk about your exercise regimen.”
“Gee, I appreciate the exercise advice offer, but I was told to ask an old friend to cover that with me. We both like martial arts, so things should go smoothly.”
“Yeah, you probably couldn’t use my method anyway.” Junpei and Izumi nodded to each other and grinned. “If you’re set on exercise, we’ll just talk about dieting. My diet starts with lettuce…”
Junpei and Kenta discussed diet options for half an hour, and intermittently, since Kenta said that he liked martial arts, Junpei suggested some of his favorite maneuvers. When Junpei added his name to those maneuvers, Kenta realized that this Junpei was, indeed, the Junpei that he knew years earlier:
“So you’re the warrior of thunder? I kinda figured you’d be the warrior of gold, since you were always a golden boy.”
“What do you mean by ‘golden boy?’” Junpei asked.
“You were the arrogant rich kid. You had everything handed to you, and you tried to buy everybody’s friendship with chocolate bars,” Kenta recalled.
“Yeah, that was me, but I’m not like that any–”
“–You’re the king of your own world,” Izumi reminded her husband.
Kenta found another point of arrogance. “And the moves you’ve added your name to are ancient techniques, invented long before you were born. Not that they’re all that great. Your best move is your slam, what’s known in judo as Kata Guruma. Most of your moves are useless; they’d only work if they were applied in a very devious manner.”
“Moves that shouldn’t work sometimes do, if you can time them right, and if you can take the offensive.” Junpei could not dispute the “golden boy” contention. “You might be right; maybe I’ve just gotten lucky.”
“If that’s what it takes…” Kenta yawned. “I gotta get to bed; my mom calls early to make sure I don’t sleep in too much. Thanks for the diet tips, and I’ll keep in touch in case I have any further questions.”
“Okay kid, talk to you later.” Junpei pressed the cancel button on his D-Tector, ending the call.
“Daddy, if he’s the warrior of earth, doesn’t that mean something bad will happen to him?” young Tomoki questioned.
“Yeah, seriously, why didn’t you tell him that he was going to die,” Izumi seconded.
“I thought you were going to tell him.” Junpei recalled his private vow to avoid arguments with Izumi, so he dropped the blame entirely. “Actually, it’s probably better that he doesn’t know.”
Bokomon, who had been silent in the room while Junpei and Kenta discussed dieting, finally spoke up:
“If Wisemon wishes for the warrior of earth to know his fate, nothing shall prevent it. Similarly, the warriors of thunder and wind cannot avoid their prophecy.”
Izumi lifted her feet and slammed them back onto the conference table. “We’ll see about that.”
Author’s Notes:
I don’t like doing too much
Japanese cultural stuff, because I’m trying to keep this series relatable for
American audiences. However, it’s
important to note that in
Musical Inspirations:
Henry’s main theme: “Room a Thousand Years Wide” by Soundgarden
Henry’s hopeless search: “Rooftops” by Hot Water Music
Kenta’s
delusion: “
Kenta’s “Load” theme: “Hero of the Day” by Metallica
Bokomon’s uncertainty: “Everybody’s Whore” by Zero Down
Bokomon’s main theme: “Famous Last Words” by Billy Joel
Literature Inspirations:
The phrase “shoes to fill” spawned from Atticus Finch’s famous quote in To Kill a Mockingbird.
For more information on Kata Guruma (the “Shibayama Slam”): http://www.judoinfo.com/images/animations/blue/kataguruma.htm
Television Inspirations:
Kenta refers to heroes from Yu Yu Hakusho, Mobile Suit Gundam, Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers, Inspector Gadget, Darkwing Duck, and The Tick.
Cryotek was a repaint of Transmetals 2 Megatron, a large blue dragon, a Target exclusive.
Personal Inspirations:
I go onto the roof of my residence and practice my kicks, sometimes at very odd hours.
Kenta’s tiny dorm room with doughnuts and video games pretty much describes how I lived through my freshman year of college. I lost sixty-five pounds since those pastry days.
©2005 by Benjamin Wiseman
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