Silver to Gold [Metal Drive]

"Hm..."

That sword? The Renamon looked it over, examining the detail of that sketch, drawn right down to its dimensions. "Something like that... yeah, yeah, it would work. And it sounds like you already have your mind set on it, too." As Silver would sit down on that bed, the Renamon would sit right down next to him, eyes settled on that sketch, flicking over to that ingot in his hands.

For him, it seemed like it was better to do something that he was familiar with. And he seemed confident, like he could 'make the blade in his sleep'. At least, that was what the Renamon heard in 'making it without a forge'.

"Don't get too confident." She'd chuckle, and raise a hand, scratching right under the wolf's chin. "I know you can handle yourself with scrap and weapons, but your electricity control is downright terrible, from what I've heard. Better get it in line... lest you have my fur standing on end."

She grinned, teasing at that last point, as she'd move to step out.

"Well, well!"

The Kokuwamon - still affixed as Demon's visor - would buzz with appreciation at Silver's progress! "It took a while, but it seems you finally have the foundation for it all. I'd say we're well past the point where we're worried that you're going to explode from having that power inside of you!"

"... Meaning its just at the level that should be expected of his current form."

Well, that was a comparatively rare face, after that full week. The General, once more wearing his mask, looked on from the arena's west entrance. "Demon, about how far along is he?"

"Hmph. He can draw it. But there's nothing 'divine' about its feel. Just raw lightning."

"Hm..." His eyes shifted from the Devidramon over to the Silvermon. From that, it almost sounded like this was a poor investment - but Denryu wasn't entirely convinced. "Silver. Ultimately, what we are looking for is a way to 'project' Azulongmon's data - even if its an echo, or even if its a fake, producing the signal itself could be a way to assist in our efforts. Keeping that in mind..."

"Do you feel anything 'deeper'? That is, a level you haven't tapped into for this, yet?"

'Just skimming the surface'.

Silver hadn't truly tapped into the Sovereign's power at all. If anything, he was still scared to, afraid that its full might would overwhelm him - understandably so, of course! Denryu would give a slow nod, considering the situation at hand. "Good. The worst case would have been that you only felt a remnant of the power inside of you - but if you're aware of the bigger picture beyond that, I won't be worried in the short term."

There was no reason to be impatient. Instead, he turned his attention to Demon. "When he's able to control the basics, I want him to switch his focus to expanding the amount of energy he's able to draw out. Volt, you would know much better than I what his current body is capable of withstanding."

"You got it, boss!"

"As for you." His attention would return to the wolf: "Provided that you return here for consistent practice, there's no more reason to confine you to this location. You're not radiating the Sovereign's signal, nor are you sparking random electricity anymore. We've taken the liberty of attributing your absence back at your forge to illness, in the meantime. Maybe, just maybe..."

The General would turn.

"The answer to this is with the angels obsessed over these gods."

"Indeed - though to the angels, the location of the statues is less of an unknown to them. Azulongmon is hidden in the desert, Baihumon is among the mountains, and Ebonwumon is amidst the trees. So long as they stay in place, the Digital World stays put together. To have a 'piece' separate from that is a rare opportunity..."

With that, Denryu would walk off, back towards the inside of the base. He left it on quite an ominous note, though it was hard to tell if the General meant to do that or if it was just a consequence of his rather dull tone. As for the question of how much Silver could handle?

Volt could field that question! "Going to be honest, at your current level of control and unassisted by tools, you're only able to scrape right along the surface of it. Offhand, I'd say you might be using five percent of what the lightning could be doing... but that might also be close to what you can handle as an Ultimate."

"Hmph..." Demon gave a snort, at that. "It would be disappointing if this all fell apart... just because he can't become stronger than an Ultimate..."

It was true -  that might become an insurmountable wall at some point. To that, the Kokuwamon just gave a sigh: "Look, ignore the dragon and the boss-man for now. The fact that you're still standing at all is quite incredible!"

What if Silver used a tool?

Volt mulled that question over. "If you mean the one like your blueprints... I'd say the load of the blade would be about equal to what your body could handle in its entirety. So, conservatively, your max would be about 8-to-10 percent." The Kokuwamon sounded a little optimistic, so maybe it was closer to the '8' than otherwise.

... But then came Silvermon's next point. He wanted to fight Demon, right now? The dragon gave a snort, and poked a claw right at the ultimate's chest. "Do that yourself. Not good at 'sparring'."

"... Yeah, trust me, you do not want to get him going. Demon's a good 'mon, but about as feral as can be." The visor almost gave an audible sigh. Again, Silver's progress was already incredible - even if it was currently short of what they were looking for! But Demon, seeing that wolf cross his arms, gave another derisive snort.

He was really that out of it? The dragon actually walked up - to Volt's surprise - and would try and grasp Silver by his arms.

"Square stance. Hold arms out - like this." If allowed, he'd get the wolf to square his knees with his shoulders, and hold his arms out, elbows bent, like he was carrying a basket from below - before he would direct Silver to point his arms inward.

Like holding a 'ball' in front of him.

"Picture it. Put as much energy as you can - right at that central point."

"The blueprint?"

Interesting - Volt obviously didn't know how to take that, but it was clear that Silver had at least some sort of plan. Still, physics was physics, and there was only so much load that metal could handle. Demon, hearing Silver's retort, simply gave a snort. Silver might tell that the 'mon here was closer to a raging bull than any sort of pure rational thinker.

... Hence his rather direct teaching method with Silver. Right to the next drill, a new drill. The dragon stepped back as Silver started, neither him nor Volt giving the wolf any pointers from here. This was something that Silver had to get a feel for all his own. The first sparks misfired, but the second?

Now that was interesting. Small. Compact. Contained. It took a little too long for Demon's liking, but in the end, Silver was able to produce quite the electric blast - one that surged right across the arena, crashing and obliterating the far end of the arena. Not only that, but the wolf was learning, moving to immediately ground his staggered arms from quite a sizeable misfire.

To this, Demon actually nodded.

"Good. You're able to harness it without blowing your arms off." The Devidramon stepped by - looking down at the slumped wolf. "Practice over. Next time - you'll learn how to use just enough."

'He might be here for a bit'.

If he wanted to keep regular practice and duck his head away from Luminas, then yes, he might find himself underground quite a bit. Demon gave a growl, a derisive snort given in Silver's direction as he spoke about his fatigue. Some might have been interested to see his plight.

... But not Demon.

"Then stay here. We need that 'spark' anyway." He'd groan, stomping right past the wolf, as the visor gave a whirring sigh. "I'll be around to check the logistics of your blueprint yesterday. Familiarity is fine, but it didn't run a current before, right?"

Volt had a point! Silver would be given all the time he needed to recover, in the middle of the practice area - whether it was a few minutes or a couple of hours - and by the time he would finally get back to his quarters? Well, he'd find the Renamon sitting there, idly sharpening a few of the scrap blades, running a careful towel down as she cleared away the residue. She snarled a bit - the balance was still a bit off, but what could one do with a sword literally made of someone else's trash?

"This one's not going to sing for me, is it..."

Well. Maybe the fox just had unreasonably high expectations.