Training for Digivolution {{Starter}}
Impmon's own labored panting was the only thing it heard in the moment. Collapse onto its hands and knees the imp's body was weak and trembling. Muscles ached. Lungs burned. Head pounded. Next to the imp was a log at least twice its size. A trail behind the log wound around the shore line of the lake spanning maybe 400 feet.
Red gloved hands clawed into the soft earth. “Dammit,” the digimon rasped, “damnit! Why can't I do this!?” Impmon was growling and hissing. It tried to get up to push itself further along but only ended up having its limbs give out and fall to the ground. “Why is this so difficult?” the question to no one sounded more pathetic then the last.
It had been pushing itself more than ever. It wanted to digivolve. That's what it told itself anyway. It had to digivolve, had to get stronger, that way it could better stand up for itself. Yet everything Impmon tried resulted in nothing.