As the chosen humans seemed to file out of their huts one by one, the throng of Penguinmon that made up the village began to gather around them. Mumbling quietly to each other, the denizens of KingWhamon’s village started to excite themselves. Whispers of “saviors” and “they’re just… kids” moved in waves across the crowd. They didn’t mean to be so ominous, possibly intimidating depending on your composure, but the growing whispers were growing louder as they had no clue how to conduct themselves in this situation. Were they inching closer?

“ENOUGH! Give our guests some space! You guys have work to do don’t you?”

A deep, gravelly voice shushed the Penguinmon, but seemed to emanate from nowhere in particular. The various digimons moved out of the way and turned to look at the bonfire in the middle of the square, stunned quiet, with a few of them whining quietly in protest at getting back to work. 

“That doesn’t look like you’re preparing a celebration.”

Disappointed, the Penguinmon dispersed back across the square to various odd jobs such as cooking some vague substances resembling cartoon meat or hanging decorations between various trees, some palm. The disembodied voice was still nowhere to be seen.

“Humans! Approach the fire!” it shouted again, this time unmistakably coming from the fire’s direction. The partner Digimon would seem to recognize the voice and urge their chosen toward the fire in excitement. As they would approach the fire, the various humans would see a pile of stones next to its base, not quite touching the coals. Its placement seemed… off, considering the rest of the area around the fire seemed neat and tidy. Not only the fire, but the whole square was fairly neat and tidy for a bunch of huts on a grass floor. “Go on then, sit.”

The voice, much more prominent next to the fire, seemed to be referring to an assortment of stumps, chairs, benches, and more encircling the fire. Each seat seeming more out of place than the next, ranging from office chairs to couches. “Go on, get comfortable! We have much to discuss before the festivities in your honor are to be partaken!” The voice no longer seemed to be shouting. Looks of confusion,  exasperated questions, and outright denial would likely rouse the voice from its hiding place.


“Right, damn, y’all haven’t seen me before.”

The out-of-place pile of rocks would shake for a moment, rolling on top of each other and re-arranging themselves into a vaguely humanoid figure before yellow eyes would open with a craggy smile. “I’m Gotsumon! I’ve been tasked with being your tour guide and source of information for this wonderful journey you’re about to go on!” Gotsumon seemed to crack like bouncing pebbles as he moved and looked between each of the chosen.  He suddenly began to frown, somewhat concerned. “O-oh… you’re… younger than I was expecting.”

KingWhamon chose such young humans to fight the threats of the dark ocean and other secrets held by the archipelago? Surely not… was the threat not so dire to the Sovereigns as to choose more than just a smattering of children and young adults? Gotsumon’s face, as hard as it was, seemed to betray his thoughts to the other Digimon whom also might begin to worry.

Gotsumon made it known to the partner Digimon prior that he himself had once been the partner of a human a long, long time ago.  The way Gotsumon always spoke of humans seemed to paint them in such a mature, heroic light. Stories of valor as human and Digimon worked together to gain higher feats of power, digivolve to mega, combine their strength, and take down enemies hell-bent on taking over entire regions. The humans in his stories always seemed so self sacrificing, intelligent, and wise. Of course they would be to Gotsumon, up until now he had only ever seen adults be chosen to fight on the digital world’s behalf. Before him stood teenagers, barely young adults.


The Sovereigns made their choice, however, and it must be respected. Gotsumon forced a smile. “Okay, well, first off. You all probably have several questions. I’ll do my best to answer them.”