Shen: King of Digimon
Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Masaru scrunched his nose. “Wah? Like, of course he’s a demon! Demons are adults after all! Slimy, smelly, filthy demons should watch out, cause we kids are a cut above them! Ahaha!”
Slowly realizing he was to fight a kid in his next match, Masaru quickly frowned, crossing his arms. Giving a small exaggerated sigh, Masaru shook his head.
“Ugh, it kinda goes against my Role in the Warriors of Hope to fight a kid. Can’t you just like, forfeit or something? After all I’m your boss right? Uhhh...Boy?”
Glancing at the name on the board, he made sure that was his real name...which he guess it was? A weird name, but he wasn’t gonna question it. After all, someone’s name was ‘Eggman’ pssssht.
......
“Humm...I sense a presence...”
Specter retracted the wine glass he held into his chair, turning around, leaving his back to Bison and Doctor Eggman.
“I feel as though my match will begin soon, best of luck to you, Dear Doctor.”
With that, specter followed the signature of the brainwave he was tracing. The pattern got closer and closer, and before he knew it, he was looking right at the creature that he was matched with.
“Ori, is it? I am Specter, leader of all Monkey kind. While I have no quarrel with you on any level, make no mistake, I will win this tournament to make my dreams of liberation a reality. I hope that won’t be an issue with you.”
Cocking a smirk as he addressed the creature before him, Specter already knew that his resolve would hold out. Surely it would. There was no turning back now.
Slowly realizing he was to fight a kid in his next match, Masaru quickly frowned, crossing his arms. Giving a small exaggerated sigh, Masaru shook his head.
“Ugh, it kinda goes against my Role in the Warriors of Hope to fight a kid. Can’t you just like, forfeit or something? After all I’m your boss right? Uhhh...Boy?”
Glancing at the name on the board, he made sure that was his real name...which he guess it was? A weird name, but he wasn’t gonna question it. After all, someone’s name was ‘Eggman’ pssssht.
......
“Humm...I sense a presence...”
Specter retracted the wine glass he held into his chair, turning around, leaving his back to Bison and Doctor Eggman.
“I feel as though my match will begin soon, best of luck to you, Dear Doctor.”
With that, specter followed the signature of the brainwave he was tracing. The pattern got closer and closer, and before he knew it, he was looking right at the creature that he was matched with.
“Ori, is it? I am Specter, leader of all Monkey kind. While I have no quarrel with you on any level, make no mistake, I will win this tournament to make my dreams of liberation a reality. I hope that won’t be an issue with you.”
Cocking a smirk as he addressed the creature before him, Specter already knew that his resolve would hold out. Surely it would. There was no turning back now.