Regenerating Clothes

"As expected of Mo Si! Now I'm going all out!"

Mira wore a wild grin as the magic power inside her surged.

Then it burst out of her body!

The torrent of dark magic gathered into the shape of claws.

"Dark Torrent!"

The enormous dark claws rushed toward Mo Si, blotting out the sky.

On the ground, Makarov exclaimed, "That girl Mira actually figured out dark magic!"

After taking over Satan Soul, Mira's own magic power had become demonic dark magic power. But releasing and controlling that power in battle required her to learn dark magic.

Yet Mira clearly hadn't studied dark magic before.

The fact that she could use it now meant she had worked out its principles herself.

What incredible talent!

As for the idea that dark magic was evil... in Makarov's eyes, and indeed in the eyes of all wizards, darkness was merely a magical attribute, with no direct connection to evil.

The dark magic unleashed by Satan Soul is incredibly powerful. How will you handle it, Mo Si? With that thought, Makarov looked expectantly at the beautiful angel.

Mo Si watched the Dark Torrent approach. Although she didn't have time to fire a Holy Arrow, she calmly pressed her palms together. Pink light welled up between her left hand, clad in a white silk glove, and her bare right hand.

"Heavenly Purple Light!"

She spread her hands, sending a pale purple, cross-shaped beam shooting forward.

It was a blast formed from concentrated holy power, which countered darkness and evil. Even if Mira's Dark Torrent wasn't evil, it was still a dark-attribute power. The moment it met the Heavenly Purple Light, it melted like ice and snow, tearing apart.

Whoosh!

A white figure flew out of the Heavenly Purple Light, eight gleaming wings spreading behind her. It was Mo Si!

She thrust her right leg forward, launching a reckless flying kick.

This wasn't one of Angewomon's skills, just an ordinary martial arts move.

"What?!"

Startled, Mira had no time to dodge and could only take the blow head-on.

She crossed her arms in front of her.

Thud!

The scales on her demonic claws collided with Angewomon's high heel with a dull thud. Mira shuddered as the force sent her flying backward. Her demonic features faded, leaving her in her ordinary girlish form.

Mira was still too young, and her magic power wasn't strong enough to sustain Satan Soul for long.

Blocking that flying kick had drained a particularly large amount of power, leaving her without enough to maintain her Take Over Magic.

With her Take Over Magic undone, the Demon Wings on her back vanished too, leaving her to fall toward the ground.

Of course, she didn't hit the ground. Instead, she fell into a warm embrace.

Mo Si's embrace. Angewomon's embrace.

"...Thank you." Mira blushed faintly.

That flush wasn't from the heat of battle, but from shyness.

On the surface, she was a delinquent girl, but inside, she was still sensitive. Although she could take over the powerful Satan Soul, she didn't like that power. Beside an angel like Mo Si, it made her feel all the more inferior.

Mo Si had everything she longed for: beauty, a lovely figure, an angelic form, and more.

And now she was in the arms of the very person she admired.

This is bliss!

Although Mo Si looked like a gentle older sister, she lacked that same sensitivity. Assuming Mira's flushed face was simply from intense exercise, she smiled faintly and said, "I asked you to help me train, so of course I have to keep you safe. Once you've recovered, how about training with me some more?"

Mira froze at those words, then worked to regain her composure before saying, "All right. We both benefit anyway. Training with you makes me stronger too."

Mo Si landed and set Mira down, then released a rainbow glow from her hands.

"Healing Light!"

"I'm not hurt," Mira said.

She was just a little tired. Some rest would fix that.

"Healing Light doesn't just heal injuries," Mo Si said. "It restores stamina too."

The recovery of magic power was closely linked to stamina. The faster one's stamina recovered, the faster one's magic power would recover as well.

Makarov hurried over with Lisanna, sensing the wonders of Healing Light.

He couldn't help marveling, "You can heal as well as fight? Mo Si, you really can do everything!"

Healing magic was quite rare.

Or rather, in this increasingly competitive world, wizards preferred to learn magic that could be used in battle. Few devoted themselves to studying healing magic. A guild was doing well if it had even one healer.

"Are you okay, sis?" Lisanna supported Mira.

Mira planted her hands on her hips and straightened up. "Of course I'm fine! Don't underestimate your big sister!"

Her main problem had been a loss of stamina, and during that brief exchange, she had already recovered most of it.

A moment later, Mira's stamina had fully recovered.

Mo Si withdrew her Healing Light and waited alongside Mira for their magic power to recover.

Seeing that their training wasn't particularly dangerous, Makarov left them with a word of caution before heading back to the guild.

"All recovered! Let's start round two!"

"No problem!"

Although Lisanna was their only spectator this time, Mo Si and Mira fought just as fiercely. Drawing on their earlier experience, they skipped the exchange of punches and kicks and went straight to trading magical attacks.

"Dark Torrent!"

"Heavenly Purple Light!"

Mo Si and Mira sparred throughout the day. When they grew tired, they recovered with Healing Light. When they got hungry, they returned to the guild to eat, then went back to the mountain behind it to fight again.

Lisanna was their only spectator in the morning, but by afternoon, word had spread, drawing Natsu, Gray, Erza, Cana, Elfman, and others to watch.

Some even started taking bets on how many seconds Mira would last before Mo Si defeated her.

When Mira learned about this, she flew into a rage. She performed better than ever, breaking through her own limits and fighting with ever greater vigor. Her progress was impressive.

But Mo Si gained even more. She developed her own combat instincts, and her control over her body reached an extremely high level. She was no longer just a gun emplacement that fired off skills.

"Whew, today really wore me out."

That evening, after returning to her dorm room, Mo Si sank into the bathtub, letting the warm water soothe her exhausted body.

She turned to look at the clothes scattered across the floor: her Angewomon outfit.

In the real world, being hidden by smoke didn't guarantee escaping unharmed. Bumps and scrapes were inevitable in battle, and her outfit had become thoroughly battered.

If it had originally left about sixty percent of her skin exposed, that figure was probably eighty percent now.

It was looking more and more like bikini armor...

"Looks like I'll need to have some matching outfits made," Mo Si muttered.

But she had no money, so she would have to take on jobs.

Just then, Angewomon's voice rang out in her mind. "Actually, you can repair the damaged areas with data."

These garments were clothes, but they were also part of Angewomon. As long as enough data was supplied, they could be restored to their original state.

"Being a Digimon sure is convenient."

Mo Si thought of WarGreymon in Digimon Adventure. When he faced Piedmon alone, all his armor had been shattered, yet the moment MetalGarurumon arrived, it was restored.

Clearly, friendship was magic!

...Uh, no. It meant data could repair armor, and clothes were no exception.