Digimon were long-lived beings. Unless they died in battle, they could live for a thousand years, even ten thousand years, without dying. If they did not evolve, even their appearance would remain unchanged.
There was nothing particularly remarkable about the story of Izzy Izumi and Saorimon. But when they met again a year ago, Izzy suddenly realized that, as time passed, he would grow up, grow old, and then die. Saorimon would not. Two years ago, Saorimon had been a little taller than him. Ten years from now, everyone would think she was his daughter.
When it came to love, there was really no need to care what strangers thought. But Izzy also knew that Saorimon had an endless lifespan, while he had only a few short decades. Besides, he was merely a mentally mature child. This so-called love had to be an illusion of his own making. With those thoughts in mind, Izzy had never contacted Saorimon again.
That day, everyone was replenishing their energy in the computer room when Oura glanced at the monitor and went pale. "This is bad! The gate to the Digimon World has opened!"
A beam of light shot out of the computer. A fairy-like figure stepped out of it, looking far more graceful than any of them did when traveling in and out of the Digimon World.
As the light faded, Kari caught sight of a familiar smile and cried out in delight, "Saori!" The girl called Saori replied just as happily, "Kari!"
Once everyone had introduced themselves, Kari asked, "Saori, what brings you here all of a sudden?"
"Your brother, of course," Saori said helplessly. "Tai has always been like this. Taking on an Ultimate Digimon alone-does he think he's Zheng Fan?"
"Ahaha, that's just how my brother is." Kari laughed awkwardly,