“Oh fuckin’ joy.”
He groaned, the first real day he had off since the mess began, and already he had run into a blond kid.
Not even bothering to disguise himself, he stared down at the young man, and couldn’t help the irritation building in him. Then again, he might have called that on himself when he neglected his own guise in favor of intimidating height.
“Who th’ hell’re you, kid?”
“…”
He already expected he’d run into trouble for every time he ventured into the Digital World’s many areas, and he was prepared for that. But running into Digimon in the human world was something he neglected in his calculations. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he had let his guard down.
But… as he stared up at the tall Demon Lord class Digimon before him, he couldn’t hold back the surprise that overcame him. What was Beelzebumon doing in the human world? Yet, he seemed… different.
It clicked in his mind at that moment; no, this wasn’t the Beelzebumon he knew.
Kiriha frowned. “…You’ve never heard of me? The General of the Blue Flare army; does that ring a bell?” After his and his comrades’ many feats in battle, he was sure their names were well known amongst many Digimon, young or old…
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