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A digimon tournament. Who would have thought. He could scarcely think of more a extravagant, useless ways to waste money than that.

Needless to say, he was definitely gonna be there. Though not really known as a tamer, or at least, unwilling to admit he was one, he knew enough tamers to have gotten the general gist of it. One of the Digimon gangs in Tokyo, because that was apparently an actual thing, held a tournament on a sort of yearly basis.

For the purpose of this tournament, these rival gangs apparently were willing to drop their long years of enmity to compete in totally fair 1 on 1 matches for the title of the strongest tamer in Tokyo. 

It sounded completely meaningless and mindless. Fun stuff. He couldn't help but draw parallels and comparisons between it and Cock/Dog Fights. He smirked to himself.

'Maybe they fancy themselves pokemon trainers. Their digimon's friendship can surely withstand all the unnecessary beatings for their overlord's glory.' He snickered to himself. He couldn't imagine Kokabuterimon fight if he asked.

Actually scratch that. He couldn't imagine the bug fighting BECAUSE he asked. He would probably do it just to prove he was the best anyways. 

Leaning against the wall of an alleyway across from the site of the tournament, he whistled slowly as he began to look up at the massive structure.

The giant skyscraper were the tournament was held, known to the public as Tenno Industries, to tamers as the Busters Tower looked mighty impressive when one stood this close to it. Now, he just had to find a way to enter into the tamer only installations. Maybe just showing his D-arc or a card for a second would do?

Humming to himself after a moment, he decided to throw his hoodie over his head. He was in slightly more respectable clothings today. With any luck, anyone who had seen him before wouldn't recognize him from afar with the hood on his head.

Nodding to himself, the young man slipped out of the alleyway, making brisk pace towards the tower.

And bumping right into an unsuspecting gal in the process, his hoodie doing a perfect job at blocking his peripheral vision.

"Simple questions from simple minds. Shoot, Red." His mouth had supplied the answer before his filter could do anything about it.

Oh boy, he had just stumbled upon a fountain of joy, hadn't he. His luck was as good today as ever. To be completely fair to the temperamental girl, he had stumbled onto her, and he did have most of his sight covered by his hoodie. 

That being said, he doubted the girl would have let up even if she had been the one to run into him. And it seemed like a fun way to pass the time, so...

"I see your point, Red. So, allow me to apologize." He didn't even look at her as he spoke, seemingly content with yawning and occasionally looking ove rhis shoulder.. "Sorry I ran into you. You were so short you didn't register in my line of sight."

Was he pushing it too hard? Who cared, really? Honestly, she just gave him fountains of material to work with.

"Cute as you may be Red, I'm afraid I don't stalk girls I've just met. You must pass a number of very rigorous secret tests of character before I even consider adding you to my stalk list." His mouth was running way faster than his filter could keep up today.

"But yes, I am going to the tournament. Like that guy following us." He said, gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder to the tanned man with the backpack. 

"Stop looking under my hood, Red. A guy may think you are interested or something." He told the redhead, taking the jab at his supposed skirt chasing tendencies in stride.

He frankly would have preferred if Red hadn't been so itching to find something to insult about him; he didn't want her, or anyone in the tournament for that matter, to possibly recognize him in the future after all.

Maybe he should have taken a card out of the Web Troopers' deck and worn full cammo. That costed money and a trip to the stores though. No dice.

"Don't pay attention to her, she wasn't looking at where she was going either. We walked into each other." 

The blonde sighed dramatically, shrugging his shoulders at the big guy.

"Someone needs a swear jar, huh? Don't worry, Red. Failing all these tests doesn't undo the single one you've succeeded." 

Red's explanation of the tournament was as Layman and coarse as it could get, but it explained the gist of it nicely enough. He took it upon himself to talk about the digimon's... less than subtle intrusion instead.

"Back into the back pack, glasses. This is a public street." He commented, gesturing all around them. Somehow, no one had noticed yet. But he would rather not put the attention span of the average japanese bystander to the test.

Either way, the blonde didn't really pause to tell the taller man this, continuing on his merry way towards the tower. They were nearly there and he was frankly starting to get hungry. He was hoping the food at the tournament would be good.