Appreciating the short introduction, Zakai followed after Mr. Kuroda; to the side and towards the back of the group. The old man was pretty happy to have them here. He was expected to be friendly and grateful, of course. But there was definitely a happiness in the man's eyes that was more obvious to him than what showed on his face. Even if it was somewhat off. Walking into the programming room, he acknowledged how lucky he was to be there, but lingered behind the group with little excitement. It's not that he wasn't grateful, but this was exactly what he expected the programming to look like. He wasn't a professional per say, but he knew a thing or two about what went on behind the scenes with this sort of stuff. Numbers and the like came easy to him. 

Upon entering the design department, his interest began to spark more however. [i]How cool would it be to create your own Digimon?[/i] Zakai wondered, eyes darting around the room from canvas to canvas. [i]Or, [b]really[/b] be with your Digimon? In a virtual reality?[/i] For a moment Zakai fantasized at the thought of standing next to Machinedramon as he shouted himself, [i]"Giga Cannon!"[/i], prompting his Digimon to fire a powerful blast from his immense cannons. That would be a dream come true. But his dreaming would have to wait, as the group was moving on and leaving him behind for the next department. Even the cold, quiet and stiff businesswoman analyzing every detail seemed to either forget or not care about him as Mr. Kuroda continued on with the tour. 

[i]Better not get lost here. Though, I might not mind at first, we haven't gotten to the good part yet, have we?[/i]

Zakai followed the group's trail, walking into the next department as Mr. Kuroda could be heard saying "Here is where some of the magic happens." Before he could even finish his speech Zakai was already dreaming again, envisioning Terriermon with Metalgreymon's claw. Then he began to picture what crazy things the next batch of Digimon cards would allow their Digimon to do. This is what he was waiting for. What they were all probably waiting for. To play.

Once Mr. Kuroda had given them permission to examine the decks of cards, Zakai instantaneously moved over to one of the available decks.

"Nice."

Looking at the first card of the deck, his eyes widened a bit when he saw the effect. A card that temporarily changed a Digimon's elemental damage. That could come in handy when in a tight spot. He continued flipping through several cards until he stopped, a grin suddenly emerging on his face. 

"Giga Blast? No way."

In his hands was a card that granted a Digimon the power of Machinedramon, the aid of a single cannon. Despite being nothing more than a single cannon, the damage output was heavy, and no matter what the evolution of Digimon you equipped. But the higher the evolution of Digimon, the higher the multiplier on the cannon's damage. This would be a useful wild card, helpful in a variety of situations. This time Zakai wasn't daydreaming. He was actually thinking of how he could use this card with Digimon he'd used and eagerly anticipating the opportunity to test it out.

A phone went off and interrupted Zakai's thoughts. He turned slightly, eyes locking onto the boy with the pink hair. What was he doing on the phone at a time like this? Surely whoever was calling him could wait. Why was his phone even on if not on vibrate? He raised an eyebrow as he watched the boy fumble around in his bag and on his phone. Looks like he wasn't the only odd one around here. But then, he was paying as little attention to the others as they were to him right now because he was so wrapped up in thoughts about Digimon. Who were these people next to him really? They all seemed so different from one another and yet they all must have been really good Digimon players. Or have something in common that Mr. Kuroda wanted to invite them all the way out here, to [i]this[/i]. He twirled one of his many dreadlocks between his fingers. This would be an interesting time.