Looking at the oncoming wind and thunderstorm, Sora rotated the eight wings on her back, overlapping them before herself. Purple energy gathered on the wings, reinforcing them into a shield.
BOOOM!
The power of the wind and thunder struck the shield, sending waves rippling through the air.
Sora didn’t resist the impact force, but instead followed its momentum, retreating backward.
‘Didn’t see that coming… My escape route…’
‘No, wait, this is called force redirection. Traditional martial arts, kids!’
“You truly have a talent for combat,” Angewomon remarked in her mind.
If it were her, she could still act like a turret, launching Holy Arrows and Heaven’s Purple Light from a distance. But in close combat? She’d probably be left pulling hair and slapping faces.
Far too inelegant.
And techniques like force redirection were too difficult for her.
“I didn’t expect to have this kind of talent either…”
Who would have thought someone who grew up in a peaceful environment would have combat aptitude?
It was like Nobita Nobi—useless at everything, yet somehow maxed out in wartime survival skills.
Then again, some people have talents but never find the opportunity to use them in their lifetime.
By comparison, Sora was fortunate.
Her combat talent had no place in her past life, but after crossing into this world, it finally began to shine.
‘Maybe I have some kind of innate ‘Transmigrator Heavenly Physique’ or something…’
As she pondered, Sora had already ridden the wind over a hundred meters away. She swiftly spread her wings and transformed into a white blur, darting between the city buildings.
“…What?” Bio-Thunderbirmon was momentarily stunned.
‘A true warrior is supposed to take attacks head-on, right? That’s what being a real man is all about!’
‘…Oh, wait, she isn’t a man.’
‘Not even human…Never mind, then.’
“You’re not getting away!”
With a fierce shout, Bio-Thunderbirmon flapped his wings at high speed and pursued with all his might.
Sora glanced back, ‘He’s faster than me.’
After all, he was an enormous Giant Bird-type Digimon—a flight expert.
Meanwhile, she was an angel-type. She could fly, but speed wasn’t her strong suit.
“Can I go any faster?” Sora asked in a low voice.
Angewomon, acting like a second brain and support system, responded, “No way. The flight abilities of Vamdemon’s soul and SkullSatamon’s soul are even worse than your current form.”
“…Then I can’t fly in a straight line.”
Sora quickly decided, skillfully adjusting the balance between her eight wings and her body. She made a sharp ninety-degree turn, veering right.
As the saying goes, speed on a straight path is nothing—true speed is in the turns!
Bio-Thunderbirmon’s body was over ten times Sora’s size, and his sheer mass was undeniable. More mass meant greater inertia, and greater inertia meant difficulty in turning.
Seeing Sora suddenly change direction, Bio-Thunderbirmon had to take two to three seconds to turn as well.
It’s worth noting that his method of turning wasn’t slowing down first—it was drifting midair to avoid losing too much speed.
“You think you can lose me with that? Not so easy!”
Bio-Thunderbirmon let out a wild laugh. Suddenly, his massive blue wings shot out streaks of electricity.
Golden bolts of lightning mixed with feathers rained down upon Sora like a storm.
Bio-Thunderbirmon’s signature move—Spark Wing!
Sora reached the front of a skyscraper and suddenly accelerated upward.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Spark Wing attack missed her, instead bombarded a skyscraper, shattering an entire row of windows. It looked like they had been hit by machine gun fire, and countless shards of glass rained to the ground.
Fortunately, since it was nighttime, the building was empty, preventing any casualties—an unfortunate situation, but still better than the alternative.
Looking at the shattered windows, Sora muttered, “Hope they have insurance.”
A white-winged angel flew ahead, while a giant bird pursued from behind.
The two weaved through Tokyo’s towering buildings, causing chaos as attacks rained down.
The commotion drew countless spectators.
“An angel?”
“A bird?”
The onlookers could only gasp in awe, panic, and take pictures. But for DATS’ direct superior—Director Hashima—this was a nightmare.
His face turned pale as he considered the implications of the two Digimon fighting until broad daylight.
Not because he was near the battlefield—But because of his career.
“It’s over… it’s all over…”
Previously, when that Angewomon appeared on a food show calling herself a diplomat who wanted to meet the Prime Minister, he could brush it off as a publicity stunt. Considering he convinced his superiors the issue was resolved, he could sweep it under the rug.
After all, who would actually investigate in person?
But now, with Sora and Bio-Thunderbirmon soaring across Tokyo, there could be tens, even hundreds of thousands of eyewitnesses.
How was he supposed to cover this up? Would the existence of Digimon finally be exposed to the public? That would mean professional negligence on his part—grounds for a public apology!
Director Hashima envisioned himself bowing before the media, feeling an overwhelming sense of humiliation and anxiety.
He immediately gave an order to DATS, “Sampson, stop them!”
‘Those three kids are useless. At this point, only Captain Sampson could be relied on!’
Captain Sampson turned to his partner, “Shall we go, Kudamon?”
If possible, he preferred not to intervene—not out of laziness, but because he wanted to let the younger members train.
Marcus, Thomas, Yoshino… These three had immense potential, but their lack of experience held them back.
But if he did take action, he needed Kudamon’s approval first.
Kudamon wasn’t an ordinary Digimon—it was a Royal Knight, representing not just itself, but Yggdrasil, the god of the Digital World.
“If this battle escalates further, it will damage relations between the human world and the Digital World.”
Kudamon was dedicated to the coexistence between humans and Digimon. If Sora and Bio-Thunderbirmon’s fight continued, it would only spread fear into the hearts of both existences, taking things further from their ideal.
Thus, it decided.
“Then…”
Captain Sampson stepped out of DATS Headquarters, took out his Digivice, and ignited his Digisoul.
“Digisoul, full charge!”
With Captain Sampson’s Digisoul, Kudamon instantly evolved from Rookie to Ultimate—Tyilinmon!
…
Kouki craved strength and loved battle. That’s why he became a Digimon Hunter and even underwent cybernetic modifications to become Bio-Thunderbirmon.
Yet, he still enjoyed hand-to-hand combat.
Not this…
Not a never-ending chase!
That Angewomon kept dodging, never stopping.
And despite being faster, he couldn’t catch up. The frustration of having the upper hand yet being unable to strike was unbearable.
It was like a feast was placed before him, but he could never take a bite.
It was infuriating!
Kouki, growing increasingly enraged, finally lost it.
“You bitch, stop running!”
Hearing this, Sora actually stopped.
“!”
Kouki was stunned, then ecstatic, “The game of cat and mouse is over!”
His wings spread wide, crackling with electricity, preparing to strike.
“It is over,” Sora smirked, hands on her hips.
THUUUDD!
Kouki suddenly felt an immense weight pressing down on him.
He rolled his eyes upward.
Above him—was Tyilinmon!
— The end of the Chapter–
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