Warrior of Steel

 “You aren’t a bad guy no more. That counts for something and you’re helping people now like me! That’s always a good step in the right direction. You and Beelzemon are really really similar. Maybe you two can be friends one day.” Ai said hopefully.

Steel Town had grown greatly once Mercurymon had returned as its guardian. Its pristine buildings gleaned in the sunlight, but not too much. Most of the Digimon who resided here were machine based or some form of heavily armored metal Digimon. They all greeted or at least gave small acknowledges of respect once they saw their protector and unofficial leader.

Mercurymon turned to his small companion once they were safely within the town’s borders.

“You mean the ability to take a human form? Sometimes, I and the other warriors gave it to you because you had earned our trust. That…and we knew your insatiable curiosity of humans would lead you to the human world eventually.”

“A stray thought...nothing more. But...I feel Digimon could do to learn more about humans. I’m not saying for the other way around...I’m afraid what I do know of humans leads me to the conclusion they may not be all that comfortable with us quite yet.” A pause. “Or at least...the human world you originated from. I’ve encountered other humans who appear to have had previous encounters with our kind. Fascinating honestly and certainly more knowledge for the archives. Why there are even Real Worlds where we Digimon can manifest...though I have yet to encounter those. Just my luck of course.”