For once, Kenta was unusually tight-lipped. Having mostly recovered from his back injury, the pair were set out to leave the Arctic Region. Their previous ordeal defending Darius against a nest of Blade Kuwagamon had Kenta questioning his fundamentals in combat. He had wished to leave right away, but he had to wait for his partner to recover at such slow speeds that only humans could obtain. As a result, Kenta wandered a good portion of Freezeland and the Ice Sanctuary, where a local Yukidarumon had been treating Michael during his convalescence. It wouldn't be surprising when at the end of the day, Kenta told Michael all about his day of training on a glacier, or training in a cold cave. All-in-all, Michael just wanted to leave and get out of the cold. Perhaps his partner was sensing this, for once Michael recovered, Kenta led him back through Freezeland, stating some kind of surprise. Despite his insistence, Michael couldn't get Kenta to speak up on what hellish training he decided to put Michael through. After all, he had been resting his body for some time, it was only natural that he was weaker. But to Michael's surprise, Kenta had led him to... what could possibly be considered the warmest place in the entire Arctic Region. "These are... hot springs?" Michael asked his partner, watching the various pools of water. As if to conflict with the region itself, the temperature disparity caused a hazy visage above the steaming waters. Michael had never encountered outdoor hot springs. He once used the hot tub in a hotel he went to once, but that was the only experience he had. He was more of a shower person. "That is correct, Michael Walker," Kenta confirmed. "You have been recovering for some time, and I can tell that your body has yet to adjust to the cold temperatures like mine has. As such..." "I see. You think my lack of training in this cold has caused my body to become rigid, and further training could cause further damage to my body. The more I'm injured, the more detriment it causes to both of our training. That was rather well-thought out, Kenta." The Kotemon looked back towards Michael with his glowing yellow eyes and obscured face. "Y-yes! That was precisely my intention!" He nodded. He had actually just wanted to do something nice for his partner and show off something cool he found during his daily wandering, but he decided to take the credit. "In order to train, you must first be able to train, after all!" He gave Michael a knowing nod, and for a split second though he saw his partner smile "Well, thank you for your thoughtfulness. You're a good friend and comrade, Kenta." The Kotemon looked away from shyness, though he tried to cover it up by pretending to watch out for potential danger. "I will patrol the area while you rest, Michael Walker. Relax at your leisure, but do not stay in too long, or else the frigid winds will feel even colder," And thus, Michael was sitting in the hot water. In the middle of Freezeland, with only a towel around his waist and a scar down his back, staring at his crest tag with a strange symbol engraved into it.