Facing the fierce onslaught of wind and lightning, Mo Si rotated the eight wings on her back and overlapped them in front of her. Purple energy gathered over them, reinforcing them into a shield.
Bang!
The wind and lightning slammed into the shield, sending ripples across it.
Rather than stubbornly resist the force carried by the wind and lightning, Mo Si let it push her backward.
Didn't see that coming, did you? This is exactly the direction I wanted to escape in...
No, wait. This is called redirecting force.
Traditional martial arts, kid!
"You really do have a gift for combat," Angewomon remarked inside her mind.
If it had been her, she could have acted like an artillery battery at range, firing off skills such as Holy Arrow and Heavenly Purple Light. In close combat, though, she probably could have done little more than pull hair and slap faces.
It was far too inelegant.
Techniques like redirecting force were simply too difficult for her.
"I never expected to have this kind of talent, either..."
Who could have imagined that she, raised in a peaceful environment, would have a talent for combat?
She was like Nobita: hopeless at practically everything, but with his talent for warfare maxed out.
Some people had gifts but never found an opportunity to use them their entire lives.
By comparison, Mo Si was lucky.
Her combat talent had been utterly useless in her previous life. Only after she transmigrated had it begun to shine.
Perhaps she also had some innate gift like a sacred physique for transmigration...
As these thoughts crossed her mind, Mo Si rode the wind and its force more than a hundred meters away. Then she spread her wings, became a white blur, and swiftly vanished among the city's buildings.
"What?" BioThunderbirdmon froze at the sight.
Wasn't the usual thing to take an attack head-on? That was what a real man did!
Oh, his opponent wasn't a man.
She wasn't even human.
...Never mind, then.
"You're not getting away!"
BioThunderbirdmon shouted fiercely, his gaze vicious as he beat his wings and sped after her.
Mo Si found a moment to glance back. He flies faster than I do.
After all, he was a giant bird Digimon, a natural expert at flight.
She was an Angel Type. Though she could fly, flight speed wasn't her specialty.
"Can I fly any faster?" Mo Si asked quietly.
Angewomon, who served as something like her second brain and support system, replied, "No. The Myotismon Soul and zombieSatanmon soul have worse flight capabilities than your current form."
"...Then I can't fly in a straight line."
Mo Si swiftly made her decision. Deftly controlling the eight wings on her back and balancing her body, she made a ninety-degree turn in midair and flew to the right.
As the saying went, being fast on the straights meant nothing. Being fast through the corners was what really counted!
BioThunderbirdmon was more than ten times Mo Si's size, and his enormous mass went without saying. Greater mass meant greater inertia, and greater inertia meant greater difficulty turning.
When Mo Si suddenly changed direction, BioThunderbirdmon had to spend two or three seconds turning.
Notably, he didn't slow down before turning. Instead, he drifted around the turn, minimizing his loss of speed.
"You think you can shake me off with turns? Not that easy!"
BioThunderbirdmon laughed wildly, and bolts of electricity suddenly shot from his enormous blue wings.
Feathers mingled with the golden bolts, raining down on Mo Si.
This was BioThunderbirdmon's signature skill-Spark Wing.
Mo Si flew up to a skyscraper, then abruptly accelerated upward.
Bang, bang, bang-!
Spark Wing missed her and struck the skyscraper. A row of windows shattered as though raked by machine-gun fire, and countless glass fragments clattered toward the ground.
Since it was nighttime, the skyscraper was empty, so there were no casualties-a small blessing amid the disaster.
Looking at the shattered windows, Mo Si muttered, "I hope they bought insurance."
An angel flew ahead while a giant bird chased behind. They darted between Tokyo's towering buildings, occasionally firing off a volley. The commotion was considerable, and countless people witnessed it.
"An angel?"
"A bird?"
The spectators only had to marvel, panic, and take pictures. Chief Hashiba, DATS's direct superior, had much more to worry about.
The sight of two Digimon fighting in full public view drained the color from his face.
Not because he was anywhere near the battlefield, but because it threatened his career.
"It's over, it's over..."
Earlier, when that Angewomon (Mo Si) had proclaimed herself a diplomat on a food show and demanded to meet the prime minister, he could still pass it off as part of the entertainment.
Whatever the livestream viewers thought, as long as he convinced his superiors that the matter had been resolved, he could sweep it under the rug.
No one was going to conduct an actual on-site investigation anyway.
But now, with Mo Si and BioThunderbirdmon flying around like this, there could be hundreds of thousands, even millions of witnesses across Tokyo.
How was he supposed to cover this up?
Was the existence of Digimon about to be exposed to the public?
That would mean he had failed in his duties. He would have to bow in apology!
Imagining himself bowing before the media, Chief Hashiba felt overwhelming shame and anxiety. He immediately ordered DATS, "Satsuma, hurry and stop them!"
Those three youngsters were completely useless.
At this point, his only option was to call in Captain Satsuma.
He was the most dependable man in DATS!
"Should we go, Kudamon?" Captain Satsuma asked.
If possible, he preferred not to intervene. Not because he wanted to slack off, but because he wanted to give the young people a chance to hone their skills.
Marcus Damon, Thomas H. Norstein, Yoshino Fujieda... Those three youngsters undoubtedly had limitless potential. They simply lacked the experience needed to unlock it.
But even if he intended to act, he had to seek Kudamon's advice first.
Kudamon was no ordinary Digimon, but one of the Royal Knights. Kudamon's actions represented not only Kudamon, but also the god of the Digital World-Yggdrasil.
"If the destruction from this battle continues to spread, it will harm relations between the human world and the Digital World."
Kudamon was dedicated to peaceful coexistence between the human world and the Digital World. Allowing Angewomon (Mo Si) and BioThunderbirdmon to keep fighting would only cause people to panic.
That would take Kudamon ever further from that ideal.
Thus, Kudamon decided to act.
"Then..."
Captain Satsuma strode to the entrance of DATS headquarters, took out his Digivice, and aimed it at Kudamon as he ignited his Digisoul.
"Digisoul, full charge!"
After receiving Captain Satsuma's Digisoul, Kudamon digivolved directly from Rookie to Ultimate.
Chirinmon!
Sei craved power and loved fighting. That was why he had become a Digimon Hunter and undergone modification surgery to turn himself into BioThunderbirdmon.
But what he enjoyed was the kind of fight where every punch landed, not a chase.
Especially not a chase where he was being led around by the nose!
The Angewomon ahead kept dodging and never stopped.
And despite his superior flight speed as BioThunderbirdmon, he still couldn't catch her. That feeling of having the advantage yet being unable to land a hit...
Argh!
This is infuriating!
It was like having a feast laid out before you while you were starving, yet never being able to touch it.
This is torture!
The feeling of never being able to reach her left BioThunderbirdmon seething. Already short-tempered, he burst into profanity. "Bitch, stop right there!"
Upon hearing that, Mo Si actually stopped.
"!"
BioThunderbirdmon was startled at first, then overjoyed. "The game of cat and mouse is over!"
He spread his wings. Despite having already fired hundreds upon thousands of feathers, they now seemed larger and sharper than ever, electricity crackling across them.
A cold gleam filled his eyes, his attack poised to strike.
"It is over." Mo Si put her hands on her hips and flashed a charming smile.
Thud!
BioThunderbirdmon suddenly felt something pressing down on him, something immensely heavy.
He rolled his eyes upward.
What came into view was a qilin!
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