So first things first. Welcome, fellow readers! Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my story that probably will be just one giant mistake. I'm truly blessed.

My story with Digimon is that it is a show that I grew up with and loved every single minute of it. I didn't miss a single episode of it when it premiered in the States all the way back since August 14th, 1999, from the start of Adventure and all the way through Adventure 02. And to this day it remains my favorite show of all time, at that's saying something. Beats out great shows like MST3K and Whose Line Is It Anyways?

Anyways, the idea of this story dates back many, many years ago since, shoot, maybe 2005 or something like that, and it's gone through many development changes. An example being, my partner was originally a creation of my own design before I changed it to Guilmon. What really go me started with this is just I really wanted to do this. This whole project I intended as a love letter to the series and was planning on making it a meshing of the Japanese and American Dub. I finally got around to watching the original dub just this year (I feel like I criminally neglected this) and after watching it... yeah, it's gonna be hard to watch the English Dub again so this is really just going to be following the Japanese dub. (Here's what I've watched already in terms of the Japanese dub: The original pilot of the Greymon/Parrotmon showdown at Hikarigaoka, all of Advenutre, and Our War Game. Haven't watch any of Adventure 02 or .tri in its original form yet.) Don't get me wrong, I love the English dub, it is near and dear to my heart and got me through some pretty rough times. That being said, the original is superior.

Now, I'm getting this all out of the way, this is a self-insert fic, but I tried really hard to not make myself a Marty-Stu per say. I give myself plenty of reasonable flaws and plenty of room to grow as a character so I think I'm safe. But I'll leave all that to you guys for that to be determined. Don't worry, I'm gonna get this out of the way. Guilmon and myself will not be overpowered. Agumon and Gabumon will still be the only ones who can evolve into the Ultimate forms.

One more major thing I want to point out is there will be a lot of references to American culture for two reasons, one that's who I am, I've been referred to as IMDB server. Two, the show itself leaves it open, it takes place in our world of 1999. Episode 21: Koromon, the Great Clash in Tokyo!, Taichi is drinking a Coca-Cola and there's a bottle of Kraft Parmesan Cheese in the refrigeration cabinet! Believe me, it's hard to keep these references dated.

Also, some thanks to the translation group Ryuu-Rogue for providing the English subtitles, they really helped me out.

Finally, I'll just say this once, I do not own Digimon and never will.

So without further ado, I present my masterpiece (Or disasterpiece if you think it), Sweat, Tears, and Evolutions: My Digimon Adventure!

Prologue

"What you've heard from me was the truth. I wouldn't tell you if it wasn't. Would I?"
-Clyde Blackburn, Battlefield 1

McGlathery Residence, Odaiba District, Minato Ward, Tokyo, Japan. December 31th, 2016. 0917 Hours.

A man once said 'There's no such thing as monsters.' Well, I believe that man would've changed his mind if he ever saw the things I saw. Most people are afraid of war, me on the other hand, I'm not. I've seen stuff that most solders could never even dream of. I've stared death in the face and came out of nightmares with my sanity intact. My name is Ross McGlathery, a captain in the United States Marine Corps. My story is one that many would think it was a product of my crazed imagination. Well, it's not. Everything I'm about to say is all true.

I was born in Corpus Christi, Texas on May 18, 1988. My parents were Phillip, a Lieutenant in United States Navy, and Sharon. My father was probably the main reason why I wanted to join the Armed Forces. As for my mother, she was the sweetest person you'd ever meet, practically an angel on Earth. My family and I were always godly folks; my grandfather on my dad's side of the family was a pastor at a Church of Christ in a small town in West Texas, though we were a bit more progressive than others. We were city folks, not crazy backwoods rednecks. We were middle class but never took anything for granted. The first few years of my life were ones of innocence and happiness.

However, nothing truly lasts forever. When I was 4, tragedy struck. On June 19th, 1992, we were coming home from a late night thing, I don't really remember. It was around eleven o'clock when we came up to a quiet stoplight and we started to come through. The next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital, my right arm was under bandages and my father in tears. Mom was gone forever. We were hit by a drunk driver who was speeding through the intersection and unfortunately slammed into the right side of our car. I was on the left behind Dad who was driving when I got knocked out. Mom was killed instantly, Dad's leg was cut up pretty bad, and I had some fragments of the window in my arm. I still have the scars to this day. Mom was buried at a small cemetery in Corpus Christi. During the funeral, Dad met the driver's ex-wife. Turned out, the guy had drank his wife, job and life away. It was a shame that my family had to be a part of it too. It was this event that forced me to grow up and realize that this world is full of awful things. I decided to cope with life by using humor. You got to keep laughing because the moment you stop, you realize that this world is terrible.

Soon, I found myself leaving America. In September of 1992, Dad found himself stationed on the USS Shiloh, a Ticonderoga-class cruiser. Its homeport was in Yokosuka, Japan, which meant we would be living in north Yokohama, where most of the US sailor's families lived in. That area of Yokohama was called Little New York due to the population of Americans; and to give the sailors the sense of home, most places had English signs with Japanese lettering under them for the locals of the Tokyo area and spoke English. I was starting Kindergarten so I learned Japanese just like other Japanese kids. English was taught as a second language in Japan, that is if people wanted to, like Spanish is the second most commonly spoken language in the USA. My dad and I always talked in English when we were home while in public we spoke Japanese.

When Dad would find himself away for a while, I needed a place to stay. I would have probably stayed with my Grandfather on my mother's side who lived in Corpus Christi, but he died of cancer in October of '92. With no other living relatives, there weren't very many options. Fortunately, I believe God had a true plan of all this, hell, if not, I would've never been a part of this crazy tale. Growing up, Dad had a true friend: Yagami Susumu. His family was from Japan and lived in Houston, where Dad was born and grew up in. After high school, Susumu moved back to Japan, where he worked and met his wife, Yuuko. Dad always did keep in touch with him. Susumu lived in Hikarigaoka District of the Nerima Ward of Tokyo. So, I found myself living with people I would pretty much call family, and two specific people who I would call my brother and my sister in all but blood.

Yagami Taichi was born on June 15, 1988. He's what I called a great athlete in the making, because he was showing all the signs of being a great player at football (or soccer as Americans called it). I played some soccer too, but I was more for American Football, Baseball and Basketball. Living with Dad meant you had to be Dallas Cowboys fan, no exceptions. I felt lucky to be alive and witness them in the 90s; they won the Super Bowl 3 times ('92, '93, '95; the Triplets era as it was called). Taichi always wore a pair of goggles on his head; it was kind of a rare sight to see him without them. We were in the same grade so we almost always spent time together at the same school we went to. Due to the fact that I spent a lot of time living at the Yagami's, it made sense of why I would call him my brother, at least one in all but blood, because I knew him like one. Taichi wasn't the only child the Yagami's had. Yagami Hikari was born on July 14, 1991, and she was the sweetest and most innocent girl that I ever met. In fact, she reminded me of my mother. Kind of made me think my mother had returned as her. Hikari was practically an angel, never thinking about herself and putting others needs before hers. I guess it wasn't that surprising seeing how Hikari translated to English meant light.

Still, the world doesn't revolve around one person. Dad found himself going to war. Back in 1991, the Soviet Union fell apart and rest of communism would soon follow suit. Fidel Castro, the ruler of Cuba, fearing that without the assistance of the Soviets to keep the US from ousting him, stepped down from power and democracy was restored to the island nation. On April 5, 1994, not wanting to end up like the Soviets or Cuba, Kim Il-sung, who was the tyrannical dictator of North Korea decided to end the ceasefire that the divided Korea had since the '50s. Soon, North Korea was swarming across the border that separated the communist north with its democratic south. Il-sung's hope was that the KPA (Korean People's Army) could quickly overwhelm the South Koreans before the US could respond in full. That proved to be the regime's downfall. South Korea proved to be better equipped with their own equipment than they had a decade before. America soon found itself defending its allies of South Korea. The US responded much quicker than the North had expected. The KPA was stopped right in its tracks only a week after they began their offensive. The KPA had only been able to reach as far Wonju and had not even been able to take Seoul or Incheon. The Shiloh was part of the blockade that kept any North Korean ships bottled up in their ports. On July 8, 1994, Il-sung died and his son, Kim Jong-Il, took over and watched his country fall before the Allied forces. The Korean War that had started in 1950 finally ended on August 12, 1994 with the 2 Koreas reunited under the democratic south.

For the next year, a new threat began to grip Japan in fear. On March 20, 1995, a religious cult group released Sarin nerve gas on the Subways of Tokyo. Thirteen people lost their lives and another thousand people were injured by the terrorist attack. Dad was on shore leave that day and was planning on taking me to Tokyo Disneyland that day and we were gonna take the subway to there, but we overslept. By time we woke up, the subways were closed. We thought we had dodged a bullet. Looking back, that proved to be nothing compared to what both myself and Dad would experience only a few years later. Then, one night on June 21st of the same year, I witnessed a terrorist attack on the highway at Hikarigaoka. At least, I think that's what I saw. I saw the attack from the apartment of a friend of Dad's that we were staying at that night in the Nerima Ward where I could see it with binoculars. When I woke up that day, the Japanese government had said it was a terrorist attack. However, if it was an attack, the people responsible for it did a bad job. I always thought terrorists wanted to cause the most damage and harm to others. The attack caused no casualties; however, the highway was heavily damaged. They never did find the group responsible and no groups were claiming responsibility to it. It was due to this fact that a lot of families left that area due to that close call. The Yagami's were one of them and they moved to the Odaiba District in the Minato Ward. Still, even with the change in location, we still went to the same school.

However, tragedy would come back to haunt me. By 1998, Dad had worked his way up to being the second-in-command of the Shiloh. He was sent out to patrol the seas of Southeast Asia. Things had been getting tense in the region when hardliners of the Communist Party of Vietnam took control of the government. They soon were announcing that they would not tolerate any nations that they did not see eye to eye within their claimed territorial waters and that any trespassing ships would be dealt with. On February 12, 1998, I received a call from the US Navy. Dad was gone. The day before, the Shiloh was attacked by Vietnamese planes and the ship was sunk. I refused to believe he was gone. His body was never found amongst the dead. The captain was one of the dead, found to have been shot by small arms fire, along with some other crewman. Several of the life rafts were found missing, so I assumed that Dad was a prisoner of the Vietnamese Army. Even still, the incident put me in a deep depression that was like when my mother died, I masked it with humor. I don't think anyone truly knew how I was feeling until that fateful summer of '99. America and her allies soon found themselves in Vietnam once more. The attack was declared as an act of war on the United States. Laos and Cambodia, two other communist countries, allied themselves with Vietnam, under the idea that America would repeat the same mistakes as it did in the 60s and 70s, and declared war on the States. Unlike the first Vietnam War in which America lost, they would find themselves winning the conflict. The war had ended on June 2, 1999, when the capital city of Vietnam, Hanoi, fell to allied forces.

With Dad missing, I found myself living with the Yagami's for the next few years. By a stroke of luck, my life turned back around. On my eleventh Birthday, I believed God had sent me a present. Susumu said that the US Navy was on the phone. What they told me, well, I think that was one of the best days of my life. Dad was alive. He found himself beaten and starved during his time at the Hotel Hanoi, one of the worst prison camps in Vietnam. Turned out the Vietnamese had captured most of the crew of the Shiloh. The captain was murdered by the forces that captured the Shiloh crew and Dad became the most senior officer. He helped keep many prisoners alive during that time, and would find himself being awarded the Navy Cross. He didn't come home imminently, he need rest and to get his strength back after being starved, then came the interviews and the medals, so most of the summer was spent waiting for him to come home.

Shortly before he came home, something happened that almost prevented that tearful reunion. Multiple schools in the local area had a summer camp trip and Taichi and I were going like we had the years before. Originally, Hikari would come, but that year, she had a fever the day before we left, so she had to stay home. I always wondered what would have happened had she came with us that year. We were gonna meet up with some old friends there. A friend of ours, well, more Taichi's, but still, was gonna meet us at camp. Her name was Takenouchi Sora; she and Taichi used to be on a soccer team and stayed friends ever since.

Still, if only any of us knew what was going to happen on that warm day of August 1st…

Yagami Residence, Odaiba District, Minato Ward, Tokyo, Japan. July 31st, 1999. 0552 Hours.

Looking into the mirror, I see the face of a kid brushing his teeth. He looked eleven years old, had a dark shade of red hair which was short, wore glasses, his eyes were a shade of hazel, and was really light skinned. Oh, what am I saying? It's just my reflection! I guess it's just the nerves that come with leaving for a trip. I left the bathroom wearing my white polo shirt and a pair of denim jeans. As I headed towards the kitchen, I noticed Yuuko waiting for me and Taichi.

"Come on, you two. You're gonna be late." Yuuko told Taichi and me.
"Well, I'm ready, Yuuko-san. It's just Taichi is the one who is taking forever." I responded.
"Hey! Calm down, Ross. I'm almost ready!" shouted Taichi from his room.
"Taichi, you don't need to bring 2 of the same outfit." said Yuuko.
"Come on, Mom. I really like this outfit."
"My answer is no. Now, just leave it."
"Fine." Taichi said in defeat.

Just like Taichi. Always wait to the last moment when it comes to packing. He's never like this when it comes to his homework. Maybe he does it so he can have more free time. I know I do. The bus is down at the apartment entrance and is waiting for those who are coming to summer camp, and Taichi might make us late! Taichi came out of his room holding his suitcase which was filled with his clothes and some other items. As for me, I was looking like I was ready to move. I had a heavy backpack, a suitcase that all my clothes were in, and a duffel bag that was caring my Nintendo 64 and the games to it.

While I was waiting in the living room for Taichi to come out of his room, I took a look at the table where the phone was. The Yagami's always kept their family photos right next to them. The first photo was one that the Yagami's took at the beginning of the year. It was Susumu and Yuuko with Taichi and Hikari beneath them and I was a bit off to the side. The next photo was the Yagami's wedding photo with Dad as Susumu's best man. The third one was the one that was taken during last Halloween of Taichi, Hikari, and I dressed as Lock, Shock, and Barrel from Tim Burton's The Nightmare before Christmas, with me as Lock, Taichi as Barrel, and Hikari as Shock. I really had some fun that night especially since we all sang 'Kidnap the Sandy Claws'. Hearing Hikari singing about beating Santa with a stick was so opposite to her personality. The next photo was one that was taken back in the summer of '97 that showed Dad in his naval uniform with me at his side. The last one was the one that always made me sad. It was a picture of Mom and Dad with me in the middle when I was six months old. Not a day goes by where I don't wonder what would've happened if she had lived.

Taichi came out his room wearing his usual outfit. He had his blue shirt that had the orange stars on the shoulders. He was also wearing his favorite pair of sneakers and some brown shorts. Lastly, he had his white gloves that he always liked to wear. Ms. Yagami was waiting at the door with Hikari beside her. She still looked like she was sick. She was just standing there in her pajamas, with a disappointed look on her face.

"I'm sorry I can't come with you guys."
"It's okay, Hikari. I wish you could come too, but you're not feeling good. If you came, I'm sure you wouldn't have any fun while you have that fever." I told Hikari. Hikari came down with a fever yesterday and was still not feeling good, so she was gonna have to miss summer camp.
"Don't worry, Hikari. I'll bring you back a souvenir, okay?" said Taichi.
"Alright. Thanks, Onii-chan. You're the best."
"Don't forget to tell your grandparents I said 'Hi', okay Hikari?" I told her. The rest of the Yagamis were going to visit Yuuko's parents who lived further north of town.
"I will, Ross-chan."
"Well, are you guys ready?" asked Yuuko.
"Yes, ma'am." Taichi and I said at the same time.
"Okay. Hikari, go back to bed, sweetie. Have fun, you two."
"Thanks, Mom. We will!" Taichi confidently told Yuuko.

We left the apartment and headed straight to the bus stop where our bus was waiting for us. It was a large bus that would look like a Greyhound bus back in America. However, this was just the local school bus. It makes sense, seeing how most of the students have a large load to carry, even in the school year. We got on and went to different seats. Taichi went to the back to talk with some friends of his. I sat next to another one of my friends. He was wearing a black AC/DC shirt and a pair of black shorts (American culture was pretty popular in Japan). He had short black hair and dark green eyes. His name was Juruichi Takeo; he was in the same class as me and was saving a seat.

"What are you doing, Ross? Moving?" teased Takeo.
"Ha, ha, ha." I responded sarcastically. "Very funny, Takeo. Can you give me a hand?"
"Sure." Takeo then helped place some of my luggage in the overhead bins above our seat.
"Well? You excited, Ross?" asked Takeo with a hint of sarcasm. He was always one to be a cynic but when the chips are down, he'd be there for me.
"I don't know. I'm still really tired. I had to wake up at 4 in the morning. I'm gonna go back to sleep." I told him. I'm not that used to waking up this early. I already had a snack and a shower, and yet I'm still tired.
"Fine, I'll wake you when we get there, ok?" Takeo promised me.
"Alright. Thanks."

Despite all the other people talking, I was able to fall asleep. It was a long trip to the camp because the buses were gonna fight morning traffic and still had to pick up some other students. It was around 9 o'clock by the time we got to the camp.

"Hey, man. Wake up." Takeo told me. Didn't need to jab me in the side with his elbow, I was already up for the past 5 minutes.
"Yea, I'm up, man. What is it?" I asked him.
"We're here."
"Thanks."
"Camp looks nice this year, doesn't it?"
"Looks kind of the same as last year."
"Alright! Every one off of the bus and line up outside!" said one of the teachers who was organizing this trip. We hopped off the bus with our stuff and lined up in front it. People were being assigned to their following cabins by the teachers. It felt like forever before my name got called.
"Here are the people that will be in Cabin 12! The names are as listed: Yagami, Kido, Ishida, Tachikawa, McGlathery, Takaishi, Takenouchi, and Izumi! All of you head to Cabin 12! I repeat: Yagami, Kido, Ishida, Tachikawa, McGlathery, Takaishi, Takenouchi, and Izumi! Cabin 12 will be where you stay at!" announced the teacher.

Talk about luck. Sora, Taichi, and myself were all gonna be in the same cabin. We spent the rest of the day going through rules, doing some activities, and eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner. One of the activities was involving wood working, where things got a little hectic. A young kid had nearly cut off one of the fingers on a student; his pinky finger to be exact. Thankfully, the blade missed by a few inches, but the kid refused to go back inside the wood working building until it was over. By dusk, we were cleaning up and heading to our cabins. I had put on my white t-shirt and placed my #8 Troy Aikman Dallas Cowboys jersey on top of it. I had my dog tags and my cross around my neck underneath the shirt and jersey. I put my wallet in my tan cargo shorts and put on my wide-receiver gloves. Taichi and I were the first in there and we spent some time trying to hook up the 64 to the TV that was in the cabin. We got to see if it worked by putting in Star Wars: Rogue Squadron, a favorite of mine, and played it for a few minutes. Soon everyone else was in the cabin and unpacking their bags. No one was really talking so I decided to break the ice and meet everyone.

"Alright. I guess we're all here, so I think we should introduce ourselves. I'm McGlathery Ross. I was born on May 18, 1988, and I'm in the fifth grade."
"Pleased to meet you, Ross." said the kid in the green sleeveless shirt. He looked like he was the same age as Taichi and had a similar kind of hair cut but his hair was blond. He had on a pair of dark denim jeans and wore some dark brown gloves. "My name is Ishida Yamato. I was born on July 3, 1988, and I attend the fifth grade." He then motioned his hands to the boy beside him who was wearing a green helmet that covered his blond hair and was probably the same age as Hikari. It was the same kid who had nearly cut off the other kid's finger in wood shop earlier during the day and he was in our cabin as well. He had on a dark green jacket that was sleeveless but wore a light green long sleeve underneath it. "This here is Takeru."

"Hi. I'm Takaishi Takeru. I was born on July 21, 1991, and I'm in the second grade. Although, I don't go to Odaiba but rather Kawada Elementary."
"Well, I guess I'll go next. I'm Takenouchi Sora. I was born on February 27, 1988, and I'm in the fifth grade, too." Sora was wearing her blue beanie that hid her light red hair. She was wearing a sleeveless yellow shirt and some light blue jeans. She also had on her favorite pair of red gloves that she had when playing soccer with Taichi.
"Nice to meet you, Sora. It's so nice to have another girl in this cabin." said the other girl in this cabin, she was wearing this large pink cowboy hat that shaded her long brown hair and looked really excited. I'd admit; she actually looked kind of cute in that hat. She was wearing a dark red outfit and light brown gloves. "I'm Tachikawa Mimi. I was born on January 18, 1989 and I'm in the fourth grade."
"I guess it's my turn. I'm Yagami Taichi. I was born on June 15, 1988, and I'm in the fifth grade."

"Guess I should go next, huh. I'm Kido Jou. I was born on April 5, 1987, and I'm a student in the sixth grade." He said nervously. His hair was a blue color that he clearly put dyes it in, and was wearing his light blue button shirt underneath his tan cardigan. He was also the only other person in this cabin to wear glasses as well.
"Hey, you. Kid on the computer! What's your name?" Taichi asked the kid was on his laptop computer. He had dark red hair like mine but he kept his hair up that looked kind of like Taichi and Yamato's styles. He wore an orange dress shirt and had on bright yellow gloves. How he was typing on that computer with those on, I had no idea.
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. I should be respectful and introduce myself as well. My name is Izumi Koushiro. My birth date is September 14, 1989, and I'm a part of the fourth grade. It's nice to meet all of you."

"It's very nice to make your acquaintance as well, Koushiro. But, why are you here? You look like you belong more in a computer camp." Jou said to Koushiro.
"Well, that was my original plan, but my parents thought it would be better for me to go to camp here instead."
"I know the feeling. I wanted to go to summer school, but my parents made me come." Jou responded.
"Who would want to go to summer school if they didn't need too?" Mimi asked the group, more specifically, the question sounded like it was meant for Jou.

For the next few hours we found ourselves talking to each other. Taichi, Yamato, Takeru and I played on the 64, and we played some Super Smash Bros. and some Goldeneye. I'm really good at games, but once Takeru got the Golden Gun in Goldeneye, it was over for us. Kid was unstoppable. Takeru was also pretty good at Rogue Squadron. He was able to get a couple of bronze medals for the missions that he played. He really showed his colors during the third mission: The Search for the Nonnah. He got a gold medal for that one. He was flying circles around those TIE Interceptors. I gave him the nickname 'Rogue Five' just for laughs after that. I gave everyone a designation for any of my friends who played Rogue Squadron. Taichi was 'Rogue Four', Hikari was 'Rogue Two' and Takeo was 'Rogue Six'. It was right around 10 o'clock before we all headed to bed. I then quickly and quietly prayed to God for blessing and to protect those who I care about, and then I got under the covers. Before I went to sleep, I was wondering what tomorrow would have in store. Then I fell to sleep.

Summer Camp, 50 Kilometers Northwest of Tokyo, Japan. August 1st, 1999. 0650 Hours.

I woke up at about 6:14 in the morning. Everyone was still asleep so I pulled my portable CD player out of my backpack and put on my big, custom headphones. They were custom because I painted the Rebel Alliance Emblem on the sides, proving how much of a Star Wars geek I was. I then looked in my backpack to see what I should listen to. I had a lot of CD's. Some were soundtracks, others were compilations albums. I was beginning to think that may have brought too much.

I decided to head down to the mess hall and get some breakfast if they had any. I was actually surprised to find not only there was food ready but also a few students as well. And of course one of them I recognized easily.

"I should've guessed you'd be up the moment you smelt food, Takeo." I said to Takeo after getting some food and walking towards his table.
"Not my fault I got placed in the tent next to the mess hall while your cabin is the furthest away." He responded with a smirk while he continued eating. I quickly sighed and sat down across from him at the table.
"Sleep good last night?" Takeo asked me.
"Eh, about as good as I usually do."
"So, not much right?"
"I can never really lie to you, eh?"
"Ross, I can understand the whole not sleeping that great while your dad was missing, but he's been found now and is in good health if I had to guess. After all, he's coming home isn't he?"
"Yeah, he is. But until I fully see him with my own eyes, I'm gonna keep up the rough sleeping."
"I swear, it's like you have like some sort of split personality? One minute you can be all stand-up comedian and the next you're all serious."
"I'm sure I don't have a split. I'm just quick to change moods, I guess." I didn't want to bother him with my whole depression. I rather deal with that myself.
"Whatever. Hey! I heard yesterday was pretty crazy! Is it true that a kid nearly got his hand cut off?"
"Two things. One, it was just his pinkie, and two, funny enough, the two of them are in my cabin."
"Wow. Care to rat the boy out?"
"Well, I would but I'd rather not after how good he proved himself in Rogue Squadron."
"Really? He did better than me?"
"Hey, you're just as good at the game as anyone else. Takeru just did better than you."
"Takeru? How old is he?"
"He's in the second Grade."
"OH! I got showed up by a second Grader! This is even worse than before." He yelled, practically the entire mess hall looked in our direction thanks to the outburst Takeo gave.
"Lay off the theatrics, Takeo."
"Sorry."
"Hey, Takeo. Check out the TV behind ya." I said to Takeo while pointing to the TV in the mess hall that was behind him. He turned around and we both managed to catch the closing statements of the local news broadcast before it went to commercial.
"And the continual drought in Southeast Asia continues to ravage the rice fields of a war recovering region. In the meanwhile, record lows are being reported in the all over the United States in cities like Chicago and New York. And our final report, floods are still occurring in the low land regions of Jordan and Iraq. I'm Shichirou Mikami with Channel 5 News, 'The Voice of Tokyo'."
"Man, Southeast Asia is a mess. Hard for them to recover from the war with this drought going on."
"Yea, I know what you mean, Ross. Well, I'm gonna head back to my cabin. See you later." Takeo said while he was getting up from the table.
"Yea, see you around." I then proceeded to eat the rest of my food in peace, though I kinda wished Taichi was up or Hikari was here. It was never truly a dull moment when they were around.

After I finished eating, I went back to the cabin to find everyone still asleep. I got my headphones and started listing to my music till everyone started to wake up. Taichi got up first and went outside. He then proceeded to climb up a tree and fell back asleep. I had a feeling he may have stayed up a little longer the night before. Soon, everyone else was waking up and they decided to go their separate ways. Jou told me he was gonna take a walk up the trail. Koushiro was sitting on the cabin porch on his laptop computer. The others were basically in the general area around the cabin. I decided to take an early morning run on the trail. I passed by Jou and kept going.

Then, things got weird. I was a good 200 yards away from the cabin when the unthinkable happened. It started to snow! Snowing in the middle of summer! As soon as saw a few snowflakes, I turned around and ran straight back to the cabin. I ran into Jou and told him to get everyone. We soon gathered everyone and noticed the rest of the camp was doing the same thing. The snowstorm started to pick up and we soon found ourselves in the cabin holding out through the storm.

If only we knew what was to come next for all of us…

And that was the prologue... what do you think?

My main plan is to try to crank out a chapter every two days. Right now I've got the first two episodes finished and third one underway. Today is the 10th of May, 2018, so tonight, I will be going to the theater to watch the English Dub for the 5th .tri movie, Determination. After that, I might just binge the original .tri to see how it ends or just wait until Sept. 20th for the sixth dub in theaters.

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