Halo Over Hamada [MPC 105E]
May 16, 2023 21:10:13 GMT
Post by Iwao Ishitani on May 16, 2023 21:10:13 GMT
The afternoon sun bathed the world in an orange hue. Waves crashed and foamed to shore as droplets faded into the cool sunset air. It was a truly scenic view, one that would probably stick to most people for a very long time, especially if it was one shared with good friends. It was good, then, that Iwao had his two closest ones right next to him. Rocky and Chouka both flanked him on both sides, all of them laying down on the sands, gazing up towards the twilight sky. Their long, emblazened coats were acting as beach towels, keeping the sand off of their backs like a buffer. All three of the silently takng in their surroundings, without a care between any of them.
Rocky finally broke the silence, the rock monster starting in his gravelly tone "You think it's about time we hit the road again bro?" He leaned up from his position, looking down at Iwao with a puzzled expression. "Nah, let's just chill for a couple more minutes, gotta work on my tan anyways." The boy responded, not opening his eyes or even moving a muscle besides the ones in his mouth. Chouka piped up in response "You do realize that you can't get a tan during sunset, right?" she said with a sigh. Iwao "Shhh'd" her, much to Chouka's chagrin, yet she quickly shook it off and kept relaxing alongside the two of them.
"You know bro," Rocky started once more, this time leaning his head towards Iwao endearingly. "You really are the real deal now, you know that?" Iwao looked up in surprise, turning his head to his longtime friend, questioningly saying "How do you figure?" Chouka butted in in response "He means you're not just faking it anymore, you're actually pretty cool now!" She gave him a light jab on his arm with her dinky little rookie digimon arms, which were way stronger than they looked. Iwao didn't flinch, however, barely acknowledging the tap. "I mean I guess? I still feel kinda lame when pitted against you guys..." The two digimon both shot up to seated positions, and began sputtering off Iwao's accolades so fast it was pretty much incomprehensible. As they continued to babble on, Iwao put both his hands on each of their shoulders, and they immediately calmed down. "Sorry Bro." "Yeah, Sorry." They both said at once. With this, the three of them stood up, and looked back towards the shore. The three of them, back facing the waters and coats flapping in the breeze, created an even more powerful sight by just standing there.
As they were now standing, this alerted what looked to be digimon who were waiting just a ways off from the beach. They were long and had wheels on the front and back ends of them, and drove through the sands off the beach, kicking it up as they made their way towards the three of them. The three machmon all stopped at once, skidding on their side mere feet from the trio. Without even a word spoken between them, the three of them hopped up onto the seats of their Machmon, and drove inland towards the road, revealing the large group of humans and digimon all waiting atop motorcycles for them. As they caught up with the group, the three heads of the Toishi Street Gang all positioned themselves at the front of the pack. Humans and digimon alike on motorcycles waited for their command. As Iwao, raised one hand in the air, the air grew still, and all the chatter amongst them stopped at once. After a few moments of deafening stillness, his hand shot forwards, and every engine in the formation revved to life at once. The three machmon leading the charge accelerated so fast their front wheels lifted off of the ground before speeding off. The rest soon followed, and their gang was soon speeding of into the horizon.
The golden glow of the ocean backdropped their acceleration as they all raced down the coastal road, which winded and weaved around the rocky shores and mountains around them. The gang weaved around trucks and cars as they raced towards their destination of who knows where, and a chorus of whoops and hollers followed them all the way. Though their driving seemed reckless, every one of them was skilled enough to expertly navigate themselves at high speeds without crashing or hurting themselves or others. It was like they had reckless driving down to an exact science. They all pressed on like this for around 40 minutes, not once slowing down as it would mean being left behind by the pack. Upon reaching what looked to be a large grassy hill, the leaders would skid to a stop, as this was apparently where they were headed to.
All of the gang members dismounted their bikes, slowly following behind their leaders as they made their way up the hill. At the summit, they all looked upon something that meant the world to each and every one of them. Atop that hill was a sword, stick into the ground like a monument, because that's exactly what it was now. Tied to the blade's hilt was a gakuran coat, one that looked far too big to belong to a human. It began waving in the wind only when the group had made it to the top of the hill, as if its owner was waving to them through it. Iwao threw his coat over his shoulder, and with his other hand waved back to the coat in assurance. "Yeah, I missed you too boss." he said in a much lighter tone than usual. Behind Iwao, the entire gang stood in solidarity with him, giving their respects to their fallen comrade. Iwao would remove his Gakuran, tossing it onto a young boy who stood just behind him. He clearly wasn't prepared for this action, but caught it anyways, somehow understanding it was his now. Iwao then took the tattered gakuran off of the sword, draping it around his shoulders like a cape. On anyone else, this oversized coat would've looked ridiculous. On Iwao, however, it was just where it needed to be. He put his fist into the air, and the gang cheered uproariously, knowing that their fallen leader, their friend, their brother would always be with them.
End
Reward: Bits
"You know bro," Rocky started once more, this time leaning his head towards Iwao endearingly. "You really are the real deal now, you know that?" Iwao looked up in surprise, turning his head to his longtime friend, questioningly saying "How do you figure?" Chouka butted in in response "He means you're not just faking it anymore, you're actually pretty cool now!" She gave him a light jab on his arm with her dinky little rookie digimon arms, which were way stronger than they looked. Iwao didn't flinch, however, barely acknowledging the tap. "I mean I guess? I still feel kinda lame when pitted against you guys..." The two digimon both shot up to seated positions, and began sputtering off Iwao's accolades so fast it was pretty much incomprehensible. As they continued to babble on, Iwao put both his hands on each of their shoulders, and they immediately calmed down. "Sorry Bro." "Yeah, Sorry." They both said at once. With this, the three of them stood up, and looked back towards the shore. The three of them, back facing the waters and coats flapping in the breeze, created an even more powerful sight by just standing there.
As they were now standing, this alerted what looked to be digimon who were waiting just a ways off from the beach. They were long and had wheels on the front and back ends of them, and drove through the sands off the beach, kicking it up as they made their way towards the three of them. The three machmon all stopped at once, skidding on their side mere feet from the trio. Without even a word spoken between them, the three of them hopped up onto the seats of their Machmon, and drove inland towards the road, revealing the large group of humans and digimon all waiting atop motorcycles for them. As they caught up with the group, the three heads of the Toishi Street Gang all positioned themselves at the front of the pack. Humans and digimon alike on motorcycles waited for their command. As Iwao, raised one hand in the air, the air grew still, and all the chatter amongst them stopped at once. After a few moments of deafening stillness, his hand shot forwards, and every engine in the formation revved to life at once. The three machmon leading the charge accelerated so fast their front wheels lifted off of the ground before speeding off. The rest soon followed, and their gang was soon speeding of into the horizon.
The golden glow of the ocean backdropped their acceleration as they all raced down the coastal road, which winded and weaved around the rocky shores and mountains around them. The gang weaved around trucks and cars as they raced towards their destination of who knows where, and a chorus of whoops and hollers followed them all the way. Though their driving seemed reckless, every one of them was skilled enough to expertly navigate themselves at high speeds without crashing or hurting themselves or others. It was like they had reckless driving down to an exact science. They all pressed on like this for around 40 minutes, not once slowing down as it would mean being left behind by the pack. Upon reaching what looked to be a large grassy hill, the leaders would skid to a stop, as this was apparently where they were headed to.
All of the gang members dismounted their bikes, slowly following behind their leaders as they made their way up the hill. At the summit, they all looked upon something that meant the world to each and every one of them. Atop that hill was a sword, stick into the ground like a monument, because that's exactly what it was now. Tied to the blade's hilt was a gakuran coat, one that looked far too big to belong to a human. It began waving in the wind only when the group had made it to the top of the hill, as if its owner was waving to them through it. Iwao threw his coat over his shoulder, and with his other hand waved back to the coat in assurance. "Yeah, I missed you too boss." he said in a much lighter tone than usual. Behind Iwao, the entire gang stood in solidarity with him, giving their respects to their fallen comrade. Iwao would remove his Gakuran, tossing it onto a young boy who stood just behind him. He clearly wasn't prepared for this action, but caught it anyways, somehow understanding it was his now. Iwao then took the tattered gakuran off of the sword, draping it around his shoulders like a cape. On anyone else, this oversized coat would've looked ridiculous. On Iwao, however, it was just where it needed to be. He put his fist into the air, and the gang cheered uproariously, knowing that their fallen leader, their friend, their brother would always be with them.
End
Reward: Bits
