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The training room is in use today. Several recruits are jumping over rooftops and learning how to navigate the urban sprawl of the city. Plenty of them are already used to it, but more than a few are struggling hard. They keep tumbling into the gaps between the simulated blocks of the holodeck. You recognize the one who's leading the exercises and barking out commands.
"Is that Hannah?"
"Yeah. There were a handful of promotions. Existing members got priority over the new guys, when it came to Digimon allocation."
The last time you saw her, she was sprinting towards the hallway and nearly leading her fellow noncombatants to a grisly death. It's a little concerning that she's now a Digimon Tamer. But then again, Ryan proved himself under pressure. Maybe people like her would find themselves growing and changing too.
<span class="mu-s">"That her Digimon?"</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">PALMON- ROOKIE- PLANT- DATA</span></span>
She's cradling a green Digimon with a flower on its head. At first, you wonder how she's going to make the jump while holding a Digimon. However, she exceeds your expectations when the Palmon launches its vine-like fingers and wraps them against a railing. It winds itself in, allowing her to clear the gap that stumps the other recruits. She stands on the edge of the roof and calls out to them. Some send out their own Digimon, and others try to find alternate paths to catch up.
"Bet you wish your wings worked, huh, Phascomon?"
<span class="mu-s">"Bah, I don't need wings!"</span>
