"Time to take it to the next level, I guess."
Zakai inhaled a deep breath, filling his lungs completely before he exhaled.
As his limousine pulled into D-Connect he again began to wonder why someone would spend so much money on getting him here. The flight was understandable, but a limousine for each one of the selected Digimon gamers? Talk about sparing no expense. Zakai should probably just be grateful that he was given this opportunity and enjoy a limousine ride by himself rather than with a group of people he might have nothing in common with. But then, if they're into Digimon maybe they aren't so bad?
Or they're all genius child gamers . . .
Still, that wouldn't be the worst situation.
Ken Kuroda had called him different, which, was nothing new or surprising. But in the message, it wasn't just Digimon that he mentioned. He brought up Zakai's interest in parkour, which is in no way connected to his time spent playing Digimon, and other things that Zakai just wasn't expecting. At first he thought it was cool to be selected to visit D-Connect for something as simple as playing Digimon alone, but then he became suspicious as to why someone with knowledge in his personal life was inviting him to "take it to the next level".
Zakai loved to do some pretty crazy things, but what was so crazy about playing Digimon? At least, that someone else would spend all this time and money into it? It made him think this might be some sort of reality TV show or promotional event for the sake of sales. In the end, his love for Digimon and the fact that someone seemingly knew so much about him from his Digimon experience tempted him to bite and take the chance however. Now those paranoid thoughts were creeping back into his mind, but he was already here in front of D-Connect and there was no turning back now. And he didn't see any cameras so far . . .
As the limousine came to a stop behind another limousine already parked, Zakai opened the door and stepped out slowly. Once on his feet he looked to his left at the other arriving gamer. Not a child after all, though still very young. Hearing the rest of the limousines arriving, Zakai turned his gaze to the right and watched as doors began to open. Before examining the the new arrivals however, his eyes shifted and eventually rested on the man himself, the one who called them all here: Ken Kuroda. He looked nice enough with his floral "forever vacationing" shirt.
History, he says.
Zakai inhaled a deep breath, filling his lungs completely before he exhaled.
As his limousine pulled into D-Connect he again began to wonder why someone would spend so much money on getting him here. The flight was understandable, but a limousine for each one of the selected Digimon gamers? Talk about sparing no expense. Zakai should probably just be grateful that he was given this opportunity and enjoy a limousine ride by himself rather than with a group of people he might have nothing in common with. But then, if they're into Digimon maybe they aren't so bad?
Or they're all genius child gamers . . .
Still, that wouldn't be the worst situation.
Ken Kuroda had called him different, which, was nothing new or surprising. But in the message, it wasn't just Digimon that he mentioned. He brought up Zakai's interest in parkour, which is in no way connected to his time spent playing Digimon, and other things that Zakai just wasn't expecting. At first he thought it was cool to be selected to visit D-Connect for something as simple as playing Digimon alone, but then he became suspicious as to why someone with knowledge in his personal life was inviting him to "take it to the next level".
Zakai loved to do some pretty crazy things, but what was so crazy about playing Digimon? At least, that someone else would spend all this time and money into it? It made him think this might be some sort of reality TV show or promotional event for the sake of sales. In the end, his love for Digimon and the fact that someone seemingly knew so much about him from his Digimon experience tempted him to bite and take the chance however. Now those paranoid thoughts were creeping back into his mind, but he was already here in front of D-Connect and there was no turning back now. And he didn't see any cameras so far . . .
As the limousine came to a stop behind another limousine already parked, Zakai opened the door and stepped out slowly. Once on his feet he looked to his left at the other arriving gamer. Not a child after all, though still very young. Hearing the rest of the limousines arriving, Zakai turned his gaze to the right and watched as doors began to open. Before examining the the new arrivals however, his eyes shifted and eventually rested on the man himself, the one who called them all here: Ken Kuroda. He looked nice enough with his floral "forever vacationing" shirt.
History, he says.
