How To Fix A Broken Digivice

Elsewhere…

Kouki fumed as he let out his frustration on a tree trunk.

"Marcus…" he hissed, giving the trunk another kick.

"Kouki, calm down." Ivan tried to pacify him. "Hitting the trees is not going to do anything. Trees don't hit back."

"I should've beaten those guys." Kouki told him. "Doesn't that bother you? Well, it should!"

"And have Death on our hides?" Nanami questioned on the hammock. "Sorry, I'm not suicidal."

"You seem resentful, Kouki." Kurata noted through the communication screen. "I understand how you feel, but your mission for me must come first."

"Kurata…" Kouki spat.

"It's hard to believe those others are going to be much more a threat to us when they don't even have the support of their own organization." Kurata remarked. "Forget them, and please devote yourself to Digimon hunt for the time being."

"Yeah, like I really care about that." Kouki retorted. "No, this has to do with my pride."

"Oh well." Kurata shrugged as Kouki stormed off.

"He's right." Ivan agreed. "Those guys beat us. It's hard to swallow."

"I don't care either way, Ivan." Nanami remarked. "As long as we don't have to cross paths with Death again."