The human seemed to recognize him- familiar with Digimon? Perhaps. But was it something else? He was clueless about the presence of another Beelzemon, and wouldn’t have believed it regardless anyway.
Still, the sight of the human bothered him, and he grunted, raising an eyebrow at the bold statement.
Really, now?
“General? You? Looks like ya jus’ got outta kindergarten, kiddo. Unless yer referrin’ t’ yer playground army, an’ in tha’ case… So fuckin’ what? No, I ain’t eva’ heard a’ this “army” a’ yers. An’ you’ve still t’ answer m’ question.
“Who. Are. You.”
It took an ample amount of his willpower not to completely lose his composure over such trivial jeering. But at Beelzemon’s statement, Kiriha’s temper flared.
“Hah! Say that to my face one more time,” he hissed, “And we’ll see how this ‘playground’ army pits against your ass.”
So this tough guy apparently hasn’t got a single clue about him or his accomplishments. He did find it a little odd at first, but that escaped his notice now that the Demon Lord had pushed his buttons.
Crossing his arms, Kiriha then remarked, “Carve this name through that thick helmet of yours; Aonuma Kiriha. Let it be a name you won’t be forgetting anytime soon.”
“And you?” He immediately started without missing a beat. “A Demon Lord class Digimon like you wandering around the human world smells like nothing but a rat to me. What are you planning?”
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