Digimon My Adventure

"Why did I forget this!" Yato punched the tree trunk, "It hurts! Ludemon, what are you doing?" Ludemon just stretched out his shield and hit Yato's leg hard. "What's the point of regretting now?"

"Yato, why don't you take a rest first." Zibamon took out an apple-like food from his cloak and said, "Yato, sit on the bed and take a rest first." Zibamon pointed to Devimon's only conscientious product, a bed, even the bedding and pillows on the sheets were intact.

Ya Ren sat on the bed and began to think slowly about why he had this situation. However, it was indeed like this. It seemed that some of his memories had been intermittent since he traveled through time. He couldn't remember clearly. Was it because he had stayed there for too long? After all, he had been traveling through time for 11 years. It was normal for his memory to be blurred, but why was he obscured by his memory?

"Masato, I think it would be best if you sort out the problem with your clothes first," Ludemon watched as his partner calmed down.

"Oh my god, where are my clothes!"

Taiyi is on the ice field at this time.

"Why are Masato's shorts here with me? Never mind, he must have a top. I'll keep it for him first."

Sona, who was fishing at the moment, said, "Why is Yaren's shirt here with me? Forget it, his shorts must be here."

At this time, Masato said, "Forget it, I can only do it myself. Zibamon, Ludemon, please come and help me."

After a while, a piece of clothing woven from leaves was ready. "It looks like a tropical rainforest. Anyway, make sure the body temperature doesn't change too drastically." Then he picked up the bed sheet and made it into a simple cloak to wrap the body. The excess part was made into leggings to wrap the legs to prevent mosquitoes, snakes and ants from biting.

"Well, this is it?" Yaren said, pulling something out from under the pillow. "The storage box I made is still there."

"But there are definitely no clothes." Ludemon successfully stabbed Masato's heart.

"Who would bring spare clothes to summer camp? Besides, it's only for three days." Ya Ren shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's think of a way to find Ya Mei, the innocent one, as soon as possible."

"Masato, is it my illusion? Although I always feel that your concern for Yamei is rather deliberate."

"Really? Am I going to be like what Ah He did to Ah Wu?"

"Not really, but I feel like something is wrong." Ludemon seemed to be looking at Masato with a strange look, and slowly stopped talking. Zibamon patted Ludemon, but Ludemon did not push Zibamon's hand away this time.

……

With a creaking sound, Zibamon chopped off branches from the dense forest. Yato squinted at the rising morning sun, "Zibamon, Ludemon, can you recognize where this is?"

Masato and Zibamon Ludemon had been walking in the dense forest for who knows how long, but they still hadn't seen a single Digimon.

"We don't really know."

"Okay. I wanted to see if there were any Digimon that might be active nearby." Masato now thought it would be best to quickly find a Digimon to get the information. At least he had two of them, so he shouldn't be afraid of anything too dangerous.

"Masato, can you determine the direction here first?" Ludemon looked at the nearby area. The three of them had been walking for so long, but they hadn't seen a Digimon yet. This was too abnormal.

"Zibamon, help cut down the trees!"

"Masato, why do you like chopping trees so much?" Ludemon suddenly thought that when his partner is free, he might consider joining an organization called the Royal Knights.

"I mean to cut down a tree and look at the growth rings to distinguish north from south."

"I understand." Zibamon said as he chopped down the tree with his sword. "Ouch!" A sound came out directly.

"Sure enough, there are re... beasts." Masato felt that he must have been infected by Asuke and actually hoped that there were humans in this world.

"It hurts, it hurts." A Digimon that looked like a dragon fruit spirit covered its head. To be honest, if you didn't look closely, it looked quite like Bikyomon.

"It's Fruitmon." Zibamon and Ludemon let down their guard.

"This one isn't controlled by the black gear, is it?" Masato really couldn't believe the information given by the Digimon. He had been slapped in the face too many times along the way. Few of the gentle Digimon were right.

"I'm sorry, please don't eat me, I'll do anything." The fruit beast covered its head with its wing-like things.

"How could I eat you?" Masato felt that he was not so hungry as to eat Digimon. After all, how did Digimon usually solve the problem of meat?

"No, Masato, this is really possible. Although I believe you definitely won't." Zibamon stretched out his claws to block in front of Masato.

"Because Fruitmon's body contains high-sugar juice and it is a plant-type Digimon, Bird-type Digimon and Bug-type Digimon like to prey on plant-type Digimon like them." Ludemon explained, and from the way Masato looked at Ludemon, he always felt that Ludemon seemed to be craving for juice as well.

Good guy. Now Masato knows that this is a mobile juicer. No wonder it was eaten. Fruitmon, are you the Farfetch'd of the Digimon world?

"Hurry up and tell me where this is! What happened here!" Yaren thought about it and decided to cut the Gordian knot as he really didn't have the patience to continue talking to them.

"Originally this was a place where Bird Digimon, Plant Digimon, and Bug Digimon lived happily, but one day, Tropicmon seemed to go crazy for some reason."

"Does it have anything like black gears on it?"

"There is no such thing!" The fruit beast flapped its wings, and its sweat fell on the grass, emitting a fruity fragrance. This made Ya Ren also drool. Ya Ren swallowed his saliva.

"Then why did it go crazy?"

"Tropmon is a Digimon who loves forests. It's impossible for him to go crazy." Zibamon also felt that it was not very reliable.

"Zibamon, think about the troubles the black gears have caused us, haven't they?"

"Masato, don't worry, we'll beat Tropicmon back to normal later!" Ludemon touched his two shields.

"I hope his brain isn't screwed up."

At this time, a green scent floated over, even with a slightly sweet smell.

"Tropicalmon likes to release poison gas at this time every day!" Fruitmon screamed and flapped its wings desperately to escape.

Masato quickly covered his nose and quickly ran away with Zibamon and Ludemon! He said, why did the sweet smell just now seem so wrong! This thing will kill you!

Chapter 29: Strange Tropical Beast

Masato's luck was good for once after he didn't catch any fish on the first day. He ran with Tropicmon, Zibamon and Ludemon to a cave where they could take shelter. It was just like the plot often seen in martial arts TV dramas, when the hero and heroine run away together, the heroine will definitely sprain her ankle, it will definitely rain in the middle, there will definitely be a dilapidated temple nearby, and there will definitely be torn clothes in the temple.

"Okay, what's going on with the tropical beast having no black gears on its body?" Yaren now felt that he had to wake the tropical beast up quickly, otherwise this place would be completely corroded by the tropical beast's poisonous gas sooner or later.

"But I really don't know anything!" The fruit beast kept flapping its wings and continued to drip a lot of sweat like juice.

"No black arc or anything?"

"How could a tropical beast have something like that?"

"Masato, do you think this guy is a liar?" Ludemon said.

"I don't know." Although Masato had learned how to tell if a person was lying by looking at their facial expressions, it was still too difficult for him to observe whether a Digimon that had transformed from a dragon fruit was lying.

"Then do you know where the tropical beast's nest is?" Yaren thought about it and decided to just attack it. It was obvious that this beast knew nothing.

"But there's poison gas outside, what are you going to do?"

"Masato, you wouldn't have made no preparations at all." Zibamon thought it would be better to be fully prepared no matter what.

"Let me see if there's anything in the storage box..." Masato said as he opened the storage box, "Hey, there's this?"

A moment later, in the tunnel under the jungle, a man was wielding an engineering shovel, and three Digimon were trying to dig a hole with their claws.

"Why? We have to dig a hole underground." Ludemon didn't expect that his partner actually planned to attack by digging a tunnel.

"The tropical beast may go crazy at any time now. It would be bad if there was a sudden poisonous gas." Speaking of what the sweet-smelling poisonous gas was, Yaren remembered that he seemed to have covered it a few seconds late. It should be, probably, indeed, okay, it won't die... right?

"By the way, Fruitmon, why are you helping us?" Honestly, Masato was really surprised that such a scared Digimon would be willing to help him, but it's always good to have more people, just like when he plays Red Alert, he always likes to blast a bunch of soldiers and then push forward in one wave.

"Because you are willing to help me, and because of your machine." Ya Ren looked towards his waist in the direction of the fruit beast, where the Holy Plan was. To be honest, Ya Ren had no time to study how this thing followed him, so he just assumed that the Holy Plan automatically tracked its owner by default. True automatic tracking.

"Masato, we're almost there. Do you have a plan?" Zibamon reminded.

"If it doesn't work, use this to shine on Tropicmon." Yato held up his sacred plan. He remembered that this thing could purify all evil forces, even Leomon who was most severely eroded by Devimon could be purified. He didn't believe that Tropicmon could be stronger than Leomon.

Four heads popped out from the nearby grass. "I didn't expect the tropical beast to be sleeping." Yaren looked at the tropical beast that was sleeping soundly. This guy looked like a dinosaur with a big flower on its neck.

"Even though Tropicmon went crazy, he still kept the good habit of taking a nap every day," Fruitmon explained.

This was the first time in Masato's two lifetimes that he had heard of someone who had gone mad but still insisted on living a normal life. Or was it that the Black Gear didn't have good enough control? Shouldn't he have been controlled by the Black Gear and kept destroying the Digital World without sleep? Or was it that the Black Gear had no control over him.

"Then let's move forward carefully," Ya Ren decided on one thing and used the Holy Plan to run. As long as Tropicmon did have the black gear, fortunately he had fed Zibamon and Ludemon before. Fruitmon also provided juice. As for the source of the juice, Ya Ren really didn't want to recall it, although it was quite delicious.

"Well, if anything happens, Masato, you go back to the tunnel first." Zibamon made an emergency plan.

As he spoke, Yaren looked around carefully. Well, his nose didn't itch, so he didn't have to worry about sneezing suddenly. There were no stones or branches nearby, so he wouldn't wake up the tropical beast.

"Okay, let's go!" As they said this, the man and two beasts almost tiptoed and approached lightly step by step. Then Masato, Zibamon and Ludemon looked at each other. Masato took out the Divine Plan, but it seemed like it had crashed and had no response.

"What's going on?" Yaren was very surprised. Something like the Sacred Plan, which hates the power of darkness so much, shouldn't have no reaction even when the black gears were in front of it. It couldn't be a bug at this time.

A moment later, in the tunnel, Masato released the control of Tropico for the first time. "Failed."

"Masato, why don't you keep trying?" Ludemon thought that his partner was a little too worried sometimes, "If it doesn't work, I'll go and block it!"

"Ludmon, do you want me to wake up Tropicmon so that our stealth battle will turn into a melee?"

"See, there's really no reaction." The fruit beast was not surprised at all.

"Wait a minute, what's going on?" Masato felt a sudden vibration in the tunnel, and several Digimon that looked like golden caterpillars rushed out.

"Ah, it's Gunnimon out of control." Along with Fruitmon's scream, Masato heard the vibration on the ground, and the thing he was most worried about had happened. Tropicmon's nap is over!

"There's nothing we can do. Zibamon, Ludemon, please evolve."

A moment later, Zibaigomon and Tialudmon rushed out holding Masato.

"They didn't release poison gas this time?" Yaren was a little surprised. He looked back at the jungle where he had escaped before. Originally, everything was lush and green, but now the grass and trees were withered and yellow, as if they had been swept away.

"What's the use of this guy Devimon having a digital world like this?" Masato couldn't help but curse.

"Be careful, the enemy is attacking." Countless Gunnimon spit out a group of dense silk threads, and Tiarudmon nimbly dodged them. "Be careful, those threads of Yato are electrified."

"Got it, Tiarudmon, please put me down first. It won't be convenient for you to fight this way."

"I'll catch Masato." Zibaigomon rushed in quickly and then Masato felt something hit his buttocks.

"Yato, I hope I didn't bite you." Yato was too embarrassed to say that he had bitten her when he heard Zibaigomon's words.

"Let's focus on dealing with the enemy now." Ya Ren hurried down, rubbing his body. He didn't want to listen to a famous song.

Zibaigomon rushed over quickly and slashed at Tropicmon. Tropicmon's arms were like the skin of a pineapple, and pieces of fruity fragrance appeared on them. Masato couldn't help but wipe his saliva. It's obviously a Digimon, why is there such a strong fruity smell on it?

"Freezing Shield!" Tiarudmon threw out two shields directly, emitting countless icy air to freeze Tropicmon, and even the surrounding Gunnimon turned into ice sculptures.

But Yaren didn't dare to relax. He hit so hard just now but the black gears didn't appear, so there must be some other reason.

"Masato, are we going to kill them all?" Zibaigomon made a decision. "I don't have any objections, but if we can't do it, we have to do this." The survival of mankind is the top priority.

"Then I'll do it." Then Zibaigomon felt his body go numb. Tiarudmon's movements also slowed down, and Masato also felt numb.

"who is it?"

A blue butterfly-like Digimon ran out. "This guy is Morphemon, he should be a very gentle and cute Digimon." Fruitmon explained.

Zibaigomon seemed to have seen something, "It's the Scaled Powder Tropicmon that's going crazy!"

Masato now understood why the Divine Plan had no effect on Tropicmon, because there were no black gears on Tropicmon! Tropicmon was just a bait! As for whether Fademon was real, Masato no longer had time to think about it.

"I'll go get it..." Yaren endured the pain and wanted to take the Sacred Plan, but he felt as if all the muscles in his body were disobedient. Even when he traveled through time and space and learned to walk again, he had never experienced such pain!

However, the Divine Plan seemed to sense something and automatically emitted a strong light, and a black gear flew out from the Flash Butterfly Beast...

……

On a cliff, "I just wanted to see what was happening nearby, but I didn't expect to be controlled by the black gears."

"Okay, Zibaigomon, Tialudmon, let's destroy him!"

"Assault Claw!" "Spin Dive!" Along with the attacks of the two mature Digimon, the black gears began to move in the opposite direction, and the island where Masato was located also began to slowly return to its original position.

"Well, it's just so strange. I remember there were a lot of black gears before I lost my memory." said Morpheusmon.

However, Masato, who was only interested in returning to the island, did not pay any attention to these words.

Chapter 30 Shock! Yamei and Takeru are actually...

Time goes back to the first morning after everyone separated.

"Ah, I can't see my brother at all."