Forte has remained in Hospitown out of the suspicion that sooner or later, events would converge where the other mites gathered and that it would be best to stay here, gather information, and wait impatiently to seize the first chance to leave that he saw. But that hardly curtailed the urge to move. (He had lived most of his life on the move, wandering. He hated staying in one place.) So it was on the outskirts of the town he and the pink pest ran across what he'd gone looking for; the small, blue-haired Digimon who had announced herself the day before.

He approaches, Biyomon trailing in his wake. Forte had not spoken to her yesterday, simply listening and observing as she was bombarded with questions and grievances. Here, she is of the strong and as when it came to anything with power, he was willing to investigate.

"... You are the one called Minveramon, correct?"

He felt no awe towards these so-called 'Gods' of the Digital World. In fact, if he'd had his rightful powers, their meeting would gone in a very different direction than this. A very violent direction.