Snowball’s Potential

Barbara pushed open the door to Jean's office at the Knights of Favonius headquarters, her voice bright with excitement. "Sister—Captain Jean, I'm back, and oh, Lisa's here too!"

Inside, Jean and Lisa paused their quiet conversation, turning to greet her with warm but measured smiles.

Jean softened her tone, her eyes searching Barbara's face. "Thank you for your help—how's the mood among the people holding up out there?"

Their childhood, shaped by distant parents, had left a gap between the sisters, one Jean longed to bridge despite Barbara's shy glances.

She sensed her sister's care beneath the awkwardness, a clumsy bond that mirrored her own unspoken affection.

Barbara beamed, cradling Snowballmon in her arms. "The crisis passed quickly, so damage was minimal, and the city's stabilized now."

"I promised a song for everyone once the Stormterror matter's settled—something to lift their spirits," she added, her smile widening.

Lisa leaned against the window, her voice teasing. "Our idol's planning a concert—count me in for the front row!"

"Sister Lisa, don't tease me!" Barbara protested, her cheeks flushing as she ducked her head bashfully.

Lisa's gaze sharpened, landing on the fluffy bundle in Barbara's grasp. "Wait—what's that adorable white thing you're holding?"

Barbara set Snowballmon on the table, her excitement bubbling over. "This is Snowballmon—an infant Digimon, according to Boss Harlan—and I've named it Snowball!"

"Chirp!" Snowballmon trilled, its round eyes blinking up at them, its soft call melting Jean and Lisa's composure.

The sisters crowded closer, captivated by the creature's plush fur and gentle chill against the office's warmth.

Lisa poked its cheek, her voice curious. "It's soft and cool—definitely not a Teyvat native, that's for sure."

As the Knights' librarian, she'd roamed distant lands and pored over countless texts, yet this being eluded her vast knowledge.

"You got it from Galehaven Comics, didn't you?" Jean asked, recalling their earlier talk about the shop's wonders.

Barbara nodded eagerly. "It's from a new comic, Digimon: First Frontier, that wasn't here when Lumine visited."

Jean and Lisa exchanged a glance, the mention of a fresh title stirring their interest in the shop's growing trove.

"Don't let Snowball's size fool you—it's not weak!" Barbara continued, her tone earnest and animated.

"Boss Harlan says Digimon evolve—with elemental feeding, Snowball can become a Gatomon, and its combat strength is incredible!" she explained, her eyes gleaming.

"There are even mightier Digimon in the comic—some outclass Vision holders by leagues," she added, recalling the story's titans.

Jean rose, her expression tightening with astonishment. "Stronger than a Vision wielder—are you serious?"

She stared at Snowballmon, disbelief warring with the implications of such power in so small a package.

At first, she'd pegged it as a charming pet, but evolution into a battle force changed everything she'd assumed.

Who was this Harlan Flint, crafting comics that birthed warriors from mere pages?

In her mind, Galehaven Comics loomed larger, a shadowy enigma promising both mystery and might.

"We need to visit that shop ourselves," Jean declared, her voice resolute as she turned to Lisa with purpose.

If Barbara's claims held, a few Digimon could bolster Mondstadt's defenses beyond the Fatui's wildest fears.

Lisa stretched lazily, her tone casual but her eyes alight. "I'm in—my curiosity's piqued, and I wouldn't miss it."

Their decision snapped into action, and they set off for the alley, leaving Barbara to tend Snowballmon in the office.

At Galehaven Comics, Wendy closed Digimon: First Frontier, his face softened by the tale's lingering echoes.

The story of children and their Digimon battling darkness stirred memories of Mondstadt's own struggles across millennia.

Oppression met defiance as those young heroes fought the Four Dark Kings and Apocalypse Beast, restoring peace through grit and grit alone.

He saw parallels to his past—rebelling with a boy named Wendy against the Lone King 2,600 years ago.

Later, he'd nudged Vanessa to topple the old nobles, birthing the Knights in a quiet push for freedom.

This spirit of resistance, woven into Mondstadt's soul, resonated in the comic's pages, touching him deeply.

He resolved to weave snippets of this saga into his songs, spreading its fire to the city's windswept hearts.

The system chimed in Harlan's mind, its message glowing with Wendy's reward for his read.

He'd gained a Meowthmon, a mature Digimon with large ears and a bushy tail, its shy nature masking razor-sharp claws.

Its twin head-tendrils doubled as a scarf, and the system had purged its infectious traits for safe keeping.

Harlan frowned, puzzled. "Meowthmon? Isn't that from a later Digimon Adventure tale?"

The system hummed back: "Same worldview—cross-era appearances are possible."

Harlan nodded—Digimon Adventure tri followed Taichi's grown crew, its continuity linking to the first, despite its rocky plot twists.

A cleansed Meowthmon could evolve into decent strength, a solid prize for Wendy's efforts.

Yet a smirk tugged at Harlan's lips—Wendy's cat-fearing quirks made this reward a delicious twist of irony.

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