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(Nagato 天St. Claire )
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"Members of the Greymon clan..." The man spoke aloud, audibly enough for his voice to reach even the furthest listener. "I come to you today with hopes of a wonderful reunion." Normally, the tribe wouldn't have even paid attention to any human, but this one was different. His voice, the density of his digisoul...even his presence painted him as more of a Digimon than a human. And as their eyes turned, his grin widened; he had them. "The Digimon beside me is a member of your family. One that you shunned. As you can see, he has become a figure of power; someone to be respected." Through his slitted blonde hair, glowing purple eyes glared upon the digimon, almost captivating them in a deadly way; it was almost like staring into the cold, paralyzing eyes of a deadly snake.
"I hope you can accept him back into your family. Though I have only known him for a short time, I know he has been training himself, yearning for this moment. So I request this of you. Welcome him back into your fold, show him the same compassion I have shown." For only a moment, there was silence of the purest form. In response, Nagato placed only one hand onto his Digimon's back, ushering him to walk into the crowd. As the Greymon did so, the members of his family could only look at him with widened eyes. After a brief pause, Nagato was the sole witness to what appeared to be a gigantic group hug. Tears of the purest, most unbridled manliness leaked from the eyes of the family.
"NeXus...it seems you've finally reconnected with your family. It's good to see." Nagato--his newly acquired friend--could only grin proudly. Many of their time had been spent training for this conclusion, and to see it all pay out was satisfying. "Don't worry about me; you know just as well as I do that I've many other partners to take with me in the coming days. So...I'd like for you to stay here with your family, and use your newly-found power to defend your home." With that, the tamer turned his back on the group, and began walking. As he made more distance between himself and his digimon, he raised his head to the sky. "Welcome home!!!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, punching his right fist into the air. The response was completely expected, but still rather awe-inspiring. Behind him, the Gear Savannah was filled with cries of joy, elation, and triumph. Perhaps the clan had been waiting for his return, and Nagato was simply the herald of his return. Or it was just coincidental. Either way, one thing was certain.
Nagato hadn't regained his memories yet. For now, the Digital World could experience peace because of this strike of luck. However...when that man's memories returned, a darkness would hit the world unlike anything they'd ever seen before...
~Fin
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