"As expected of Sora! Next, I'll be using my full strength!"
Mira's face lit up with a wild grin as the magic within her surged.
Then, it burst forth!
A torrent of dark magic flowed out, gathering into the shape of razor-sharp claws.
"Dark Surge!"
A massive claw of darkness rushed toward Sora, engulfing the sky.
On the ground, Makarov marveled, "Mira, this kid, has actually learned Dark Magic!"
After receiving Satan Soul, Mira's magic transformed into demonic dark magic. However, to wield and control this dark power in battle required learning Dark Magic.
Yet, Mira had clearly never studied Dark Magic before.
But now, she was using it—meaning she had instinctively comprehended the essence of Dark Magic on her own.
'What incredible talent!'
As for the notion that Dark Magic was inherently evil… Makarov, like all true wizards, understood that darkness was merely a magical attribute, with no direct connection to evil.
'The Dark Magic unleashed by Satan Soul is immensely powerful. Sora, how will you respond?' Makarov thought with an expectant gaze fixed on the beautiful angelic figure.
Seeing the oncoming Dark Surge, Sora didn't have time to release her Holy Arrows, yet she remained composed. She calmly pressed her hands together—her left hand, covered in a white silk glove, met her bare right hand, and a pink radiance surged between them.
"Heaven's Purple Light!"
She spread her arms wide, sending forth a cross-shaped beam of soft purple light.
This was a concentrated burst of holy power, designed to counter darkness and evil. Though Mira's Dark Surge was not inherently evil, it was still a dark-attribute attack. The moment it collided with Heaven's Purple Light, it melted away like snow under the sun.
Swish!
A white figure shot forth from Heaven's Purple Light, trailing eight radiant wings behind her—it was Sora!
Her right leg extended forward in a fierce aerial kick.
This wasn't an attack unique to Angewomon—it was pure martial prowess.
"What?!"
Mira was stunned, unable to dodge in time. She had no choice but to take the hit head-on. She crossed her arms in front of her body to shield herself.
BAAAM!
The impact of Angewomon's high-heeled kick against the demonic claw armor rang out. Mira trembled as she was blasted backward, her demonic transformation fading as she reverted to her normal form.
Mira was still pretty young, and her magic was not yet strong enough to maintain Satan Soul for long.
Especially after taking that powerful kick—her magic had been drained so severely that she could no longer sustain her Take Over Magic.
With the spell undone, her demon wings vanished, leaving her to plummet toward the ground.
Of course, she never reached it—she fell into a warm embrace instead.
It was Sora's embrace, the embrace of Angewomon.
"...Thank you." Mira's face turned red.
It wasn't the kind of flush that came from the heat of battle—it was a shy, embarrassed blush.
Despite her tough delinquent exterior, Mira was still a sensitive girl. Though she could wield the overwhelming power of Satan Soul, she never truly liked that kind of strength. Especially now, standing in contrast to Sora's angelic presence, she felt unworthy.
Sora possessed everything she admired—beauty, grace, an angelic form.
And now, she was in the arms of the person she admired most.
'So warm… so comforting…'
Sora, while she appeared to be a gentle and caring older sister, lacked an intricate emotional understanding. She simply assumed Mira's blush was from exertion and smiled lightly.
"I invited you to train with me, so ensuring your safety is a given. Once you recover, would you like to spar with me again?"
Mira blinked in surprise, then promptly composed herself, "Alright. It's a good deal—sparring with you makes me stronger."
Sora landed softly on the ground and set Mira down, she proceeded to raise both hands, which emitted a brilliant, multicolored glow.
"Healing Light!"
"...I'm not injured," Mira said.
She was only a bit exhausted—some rest would be enough.
"Healing Light doesn't just heal wounds; it also restores stamina."
Recovery Magic was closely linked to physical stamina, the faster one recovered their strength, the quicker their magic would replenish as well.
Makarov and Lisanna hurried over, sensing the mystical aura of Healing Light.
Makarov sighed in amazement, "Not only do you have incredible combat abilities, but you also possess healing powers. Sora, you truly are remarkable!"
Healing magic was extremely rare.
Or rather, in this increasingly competitive world, most wizards preferred to learn combat-oriented magic, and few dedicated themselves to healing magic. Having a single healer in a guild was already considered fortunate.
"Sis, are you alright?" Lisanna asked, supporting Mira.
Mira put her hands on her hips, standing tall. "Of course I'm fine! Don't underestimate your big sister!"
She had mostly recovered her stamina by now, and after just a little more rest, she felt completely rejuvenated.
Sora ceased casting Healing Light, and together, she and Mira waited for their magic to fully recover.
Makarov, seeing that their training wasn't too dangerous, left them with a few words of caution before heading back to the guild.
"I'm fully recovered! Round two!"
"No problem!"
Though the only audience member in the morning had been Lisanna, by the afternoon, word had spread, attracting Natsu, Gray, Erza, Cana, Elfman, and others to watch.
Some even started placing bets on how many seconds it would take for Mira to be defeated by Sora.
Enraged by this, Mira pushed herself beyond her limits, growing stronger with each battle. Her progress was astonishing.
But the one who gained the most was Sora—she developed her own combat instincts, achieving an unparalleled level of control over her body. She was no longer just a skill-casting automaton.
"Whew… what an exhausting day."
That night, Sora sank into her bathtub, letting the warm water soothe her sore muscles.
Her gaze drifted to the scattered pieces of her Angewomon outfit on the floor.
In the real world, battles didn't happen without consequence—clashes inevitably left marks, and her outfit was now tattered and worn.
If the original exposure level was around sixty percent, it was now closer to eighty percent.
'It is practically bikini armor at this point…'
"Looks like I need to get some custom-made outfits," Sora murmured.
Albeit, she had no money, meaning she'd need to take on some jobs.
Just then, Angewomon's voice echoed in her mind. "Actually, the damaged parts can be repaired with data."
This outfit was not just clothing—it was also a part of Angewomon herself. As long as she provided enough data, it could be restored.
"Digimons really are convenient."
Sora recalled how, in Digimon Adventure, Wargreymon had been battered by Piemon, his armor shattered—only for it to instantly regenerate when MetalGarurumon arrived.
So, in the end, friendship indeed was magic.
…No, wait—that wasn't right. Data could restore armor, so naturally, it could fix clothes too!