It had been some freaking day, Toshiro thought, and how possibly could it get any worse? He and Zen had been walking for most of the day with little rest. They found some trouble in the city of machines, Factorial City. These digimon were chasing someone and Zen jumped in to help out by taking down one of the Mechanorimon. Then they moved to the town of toys, only to see this girl in all green show off by absorbing some sort of flower and making her already gigantic bug monster of a digimon transform to an even bigger bug monster. Monzaemon tried to scoot them to a safe house, when Toshiro and Zen had done plenty of offering up their strength to help save the town. The bear had turned them down, doubting their power as a team. Dragons were flinging fireballs around and messing things up! But the leader of the town denied Zen of stepping in. Frustrating, to say the least. Locked in the building with other children digimon, Toshiro and Zen were growing anxious. Not to mention claustrophobic. It was dark inside the toy home. The walls were possibly blue, it was so hard to make out color in here. A few windows let the children digimon bombard and look for clues as to what was happening, all while Monzaemon was heading back into the fray of things. Toshiro looked out the window furthest from the commotion. He looked at Zen, who looked back at him, and he nodded his head toward it. Zen got the hint and flung himself head-first through it. The whole crowd of digimon inside looked to Toshiro and Zen, “Stay here. I’m leaving. Tell Monzaemon I said thanks.” The young man climbed out of the window and waved to the children. Zen was already making a break for the trees, and now Toshiro followed him. As soon as they hit the trees, they were met with dense fog. “Look what you made me do,” Zen said, trying to patch up the small cut on his head with his hand. He gave his human partner a dirty look. A rustling noise from the trees above sent Toshiro stiff with fear. Zen began looking around but couldn’t see much with this thick fog. It covered the tree trunks and the canopy. They were lucky to see a tree of two around them. A digimon tackled Toshiro to the ground, but only when it was on top of the him could Toshiro see that it was some kind of dark green monster looking digimon. “You’re neat,” it said, sticking its face closer to Toshiro’s. “Whoa,” Zen said, launching himself. Another digimon appeared and smacked Zen away like a baseball with it’s club. “Ouch, you jerk!” “We Shamamon need a sacrifice. You come with us, jerk,” it mocked Zen, “Now. Walk.” They pulled Toshiro up to his feet with force, and went to grab Veemon who gave them a fight. The Shamamon boinked him on the head with a loud thud, knocking him out. They walked for quite some time before Toshiro saw a new, orange digimon come out from the fog. He looked like an old caveman mixed with a monster of sorts. Fugamon, one of the Shamamon said as it took a knee.