Naruto sat casually on the front wall, legs dangling as if this were nothing more than an ordinary night. His golden hair shone faintly under the dim light of the moon, and his sharp blue eyes scanned the darkness ahead. He was the bait—the distraction, the temptation—while Asura, his loyal Digimon partner, waited just behind the fortifications, prepared to unleash havoc when needed.
"How are you guys feeling? Are you ready to beat the impossible game?" Naruto asked, his voice steady, calm—but carrying an undercurrent of anticipation.
Asura, ever the warrior, remained composed. He was a Digimon built for close and mid-range combat, and his energy reserves wouldn't last forever if he fought at a distance. This would be a battle of endurance, aggression, and control.
"I am ready. I have always dreamed of doing this, and we are going to hold this fort. We won't need to retreat." Takato's voice held conviction, his fists clenched in anticipation. He didn't want to run—he wanted the enemy to be the ones to retreat.
"I'm with Takatomon. I will kill everyone that attacks us, and we will win."
Arthur's words came out cold and sharp, his tone almost inhuman. He had learned to control his killer mode, but now that they had committed to battle, he had fully embraced it.
Takato's bond with him, along with Naruto's chakra, were the only things keeping him grounded, ensuring he didn't lose himself completely to bloodlust.
Henry, the team's strategic mind, adjusted his glasses as he analyzed their situation.
"We've prepared well, so we can last for a while before retreating. But with all the noise we're about to make, Champion-level Digimon will be drawn to the area soon."
He was right.
This battle wasn't just against the D-Brigade—the aftermath would attract monsters far beyond what they had faced before.
Tesla, another sharpshooter, nodded in agreement but said nothing. He was completely focused, his machine gun loaded and ready. He had no time for unnecessary words.
Luna, too, remained silent.
She wasn't one for socializing, but over the past few days, she had learned energy control from Naruto. Her mastery of Yin and Yang had improved significantly under his guidance, making her an even more deadly force.
Naruto hadn't just been training himself—he had used his chakra to strengthen everyone's Digimon partners. It drained his reserves fast, but the benefits were undeniable. Their physical strength had increased, their elemental abilities had evolved, and Naruto had begun shattering the limits imposed on Digimon of their rank.
Even Henry, who had been skeptical at first, had reviewed the stats and concluded that Naruto's method was working.
Asura, standing just behind Naruto, placed a clawed hand over his chest and bowed slightly.
"Master, I will follow you anywhere." His voice was firm, absolute in his loyalty.
This battle wasn't just about fighting—for Asura, it was a trial, a test that could determine his evolution.
He had no intention of retreating.
Rika, standing from her sniper's perch, smirked as she adjusted her weapon.
Unlike a traditional sniper rifle, she was carrying an anti-tank rifle—because why waste time with small shots when she could one-shot her enemies?
"Did the great Lord Seventh get cold feet?" she teased, grinning playfully.
Her words made Takato and Henry pause.
"Lord Seventh?" Takato blinked in confusion.
"It's his title. Isn't it cute?" Rika chuckled.
The boys exchanged glances before bursting into laughter. They had known Naruto was important, but hearing his official title in such a casual setting was almost surreal.
Naruto, for his part, didn't react much.
He was used to it.
But as the chuckling died down, his expression softened slightly.
"Maybe I did get cold feet." His voice was calm, but there was a hint of sadness.
"I was worried you guys might get hurt… I wish we didn't have to do this."
Rika's teasing smirk faded as she understood what he meant.
"It's a necessity. You were just making sure we were ready." She finished his sentence for him.
Naruto gave a small nod.
"Yes. But it's also about focusing your minds." His gaze sharpened, his chakra flaring slightly.
"Our goal tonight is simple—"
"We decimate our enemies."
Arthur smirked, Takato grinned, and Rika rolled her eyes.
"Yes, mom. I won't get hurt, so can I go out and play now?" Takato teased.
"See? Takato got it." Rika grinned, elbowing Naruto. "That's the feeling you give off when you talk like that."
Naruto sighed, shaking his head.
"Well, I apologize for the tone. I'll work on that." He smirked, his blue eyes gleaming mischievously. "But you'll have to give me a reason."
Rika's grin widened.
"Oh, don't worry. We'll give you plenty."
Their banter was cut short by the first explosion.
A bright flash tore through the dark forest, followed by a thunderous boom that shook the ground beneath them.
Fire and smoke erupted from the trees.
The night was no longer silent.
The battle had begun.
From the shadows, multiple red eyes flickered to life. Figures began moving through the trees, their weapons gleaming under the flickering light of the flames.
As the night deepened, the battlefield became a silent, suffocating void, the only sounds being the rustling of leaves in the cold wind. The enemy had come prepared, disciplined, and deadly. Unlike wild Digimon that relied on instinct, the D-Brigade was an elite military force, trained to annihilate their enemies with precision.
Naruto and his team were not facing just one enemy force—there were two squads, advancing from opposite directions, cutting off the possibility of retreat. They were outnumbered and surrounded, and worse yet, their scouting drones had been disabled.
The reason was clear—Monitamon and Searchmon.
From the dense shadows of the trees, small, ninja-like Digimon with CRT monitors for heads moved silently and efficiently. Their screens flickered, displaying static, emoticons, or infrared visuals as they transmitted battlefield intelligence to their commanders.
These Monitamon weren't alone. Searchmon, hovering mechanical radar Digimon, scanned the entire war zone with precision sonar waves, mapping out every potential ambush point.
Their combined surveillance abilities meant that Naruto's team was completely exposed.
No drones.
No stealth.
No element of surprise.
And then, there were the Commandramon.
These infantry Digimon were not just another batch of rookie-level opponents—they were an elite, mechanized force bred for warfare.
Commandramon were designed for stealth, precision, and lethality. Their bodies were cloaked in adaptive camouflage, allowing them to blend seamlessly into their surroundings. Their special skin texture adjusted in real-time, rendering them almost invisible to the naked eye.
By the time most of their targets realized they were there… they were already dead.
They had no need to rush forward recklessly like common foot soldiers.
They stayed back, patiently, picking out vantage points, positioning their snipers at the best angles, and preparing cover fire for their advancing forces.
Their armaments were terrifying for a group of Rookie Digimon:
Night Vision & Heat Vision: Allowed them to track targets effortlessly, even in total darkness.
Assault Rifles & Sniper Rifles: Lethal at both close and long range, ensuring that no enemy was out of their reach.
Anti-Tank Rifles: Capable of punching through heavy armor, designed to destroy Ultimate-level threats with well-placed shots.
Explosives & Bombs: Used for area denial, flushing enemies out of hiding spots and trapping them in kill zones.
This was what made the D-Brigade feared across the Digital World—they weren't just strong—they were designed for combat at every level.
And when they evolved… they became monsters.
Those among the D-Brigade who proved their unparalleled skill and survived countless battles were granted the ultimate promotion—they became Darkdramon.
A nightmare in battle, Darkdramon was the pinnacle of the D-Brigade's evolution.
The original Darkdramon was tasked with one mission—hunting BanchoLeomon. Their war had been raging for years, their battles shaking the Digital World.
But while the original continued its endless hunt, other Darkdramons were created to lead different assignments.
Their numbers were few, and Mega-level Digimon were rare. Evolution to such a level only happened when the Digital World faced collapse, when data flowed unchecked and power became a free-for-all.
For now, however, there were no Darkdramons here—only a well-trained, ruthless army of Commandramon and their support units.
And they were closing in.
The first explosion came from the south, a bright eruption of fire and smoke that lit up the treetops like a beacon in the dark.
It was followed by a sharp crack of gunfire, a quick burst from an automatic rifle as the Commandramon began their opening assault.
A sniper round whistled through the air, slamming into the fort's outer wall, sending splinters flying.
The D-Brigade didn't waste time.
They struck fast, struck hard, and struck with precision.
The battlefield was a sprawling wasteland, a mix of steel and concrete ruins, overgrown with wild vegetation that had long since reclaimed the land. Rusted cars sat abandoned, some overturned, their metal frames stripped bare by time and war. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and burning debris, a stark contrast to the once-peaceful night.
High above the battlefield, Rika Nonaka lay prone, her body pressed against the cold, reinforced steel of the defensive structure. Her breathing was steady, her heartbeat slow. The rifle in her hands was custom-built for precision, its long barrel lined with specialized Digizoid plating to absorb recoil.
She had the high ground, a vantage point that allowed her to see everything below—the enemy formations, their movements, their hesitation.
Her finger hovered over the trigger, her amber eyes locked onto her targets.
Then, in an instant, the battlefield erupted in light.
Henry's voice crackled through the comms:
"NOW!"
Powerful floodlights ignited, piercing through the darkness like miniature suns. The sudden shift from night to blinding daylight sent the enemy Digimon into a frenzy.
The Commandramon squads, trained in low-light combat, reeled back as their night-vision lenses became overloaded, temporarily rendering them blind.
A ripple of panic spread through their ranks, and in that moment of confusion—
The traps were sprung.
Explosive charges buried beneath the earth detonated, sending plumes of flame and dirt into the air. Pitfalls opened beneath unsuspecting Digimon, swallowing them whole before snapping shut. Wires laced with high-voltage electricity snapped into action, sending violent surges through the unprepared.
The battlefield became a slaughterhouse.
Rika took the shot.
A sharp crack echoed through the night as her anti-tank rifle fired, sending a massive round ripping through the air.
Her first target, a Commandramon lieutenant, had just begun barking orders when the bullet punched through his head, the sheer force snapping his neck back before his data dispersed into the sky.
One down.
She didn't stop.
Her rifle's next shot curved, following the trajectory of her enhanced targeting system, and pierced through a second enemy Digimon. Then another.
Each shot was calculated.
Each shot was final.
She never hesitated.
Her mind was cold, clinical. To her, these Digimon were nothing but experience points. They had lost their rights the moment they chose to attack them.
And yet—
A small part of her itched to jump into the fray, to fight up close, to cut them down personally.
But she knew better.
That would be reckless. That would be stupid.
So she swallowed the urge and kept firing.
Below her, Tesla and Henry were mowing down enemies in a symphony of gunfire and explosions.
Tesla, his mechanical frame glinting under the artificial light, unleashed a relentless barrage of bullets, his twin rotary cannons spitting fire and lead into the advancing enemy.
Henry, ever the strategist, timed his detonations perfectly, causing entire squads to be wiped out in controlled bursts of destruction.
They were holding the line.
For now.
But the enemy wasn't stupid.
Tyu, the opposing commander, stood at the edge of the battlefield, his eyes flickering with annoyance.
He had lost far too many Digimon in the initial burst.
His first instinct was to retreat—his natural cowardice screaming at him to cut his losses and flee. But then his eyes flicked over his shoulder—
The D-Brigade.
No one retreated from the D-Brigade without consequences.
Tyu clenched his fists, forcing down the wave of fear that threatened to consume him. He couldn't run.
So instead, he changed tactics.
"Woodmon, to the front!"
Two massive tree-like Digimon lumbered forward, their thick wooden bodies acting as natural shields for the advancing forces.
It worked—Rika's rifle rounds lodged deep into the thick bark, failing to land fatal blows.
But she adjusted, and her shots began to curve, finding weak points in their armor, whittling them down piece by piece.
Tyu wasn't worried.
With every Digimon that fell, his Damemon collected the digital remains, absorbing their data, growing stronger.
He didn't need numbers—he needed strength.
And the longer this fight dragged on, the stronger he would become.
High above, standing atop the wall, Naruto remained motionless, illuminated by the floodlights like a beacon.
A perfect target.
The D-Brigade snipers had fired at him multiple times, and each time—
He dodged.
Barely.
It was a calculated deception.
He wanted them to believe that he was only surviving because of his agility, that a single mistake, a single slip-up—would be the end of him.
They were getting bolder.
They were pushing harder.
And when they finally committed fully—
He would tear them apart.
The battlefield was falling apart.
Their defenses were crumbling, their fortifications breaking under the relentless assault.
The enemy was getting closer.
Naruto breathed in.
He felt the cold night wind against his skin, the scent of smoke and blood in the air.
Then—he exhaled.
And his eyes sharpened.
A sudden pulse of energy erupted from his body.
The very air shuddered around him.
The battlefield, filled with chaos and gunfire, fell silent for a brief moment.
Every enemy Digimon froze—their instincts screaming at them to run.
Then, in a voice that dripped with confidence, Naruto whispered—
"Let's start the battle."
And all hell broke loose.