Chapter 106: Piximon Evolves ~Pi!
"However, I really didn't expect that you, Sora, would be able to sense the exact location of your crest so quickly."
"Hmm? Taichi, what exactly do you mean by that?"
Meeting Sora's dangerously sweet gaze, Taichi froze in his tracks. The gears in his head turned just fast enough for him to realize his blunder, and he quickly waved his hands in apology. "Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to underestimate you, Sora. Really!"
"...Pfft."
Seeing Taichi's flustered, panicked expression now, and silently comparing it to the highly reliable, fearless demeanor he had displayed just a moment ago, Sora couldn't maintain her intimidating facade. A light, genuine laugh escaped her lips.
"Alright, alright, Taichi. I was just playing a little joke on you." She shook her head, her smile softening. "Don't I know you by now? You're always such a dense guy the second you let your guard down."
After teasing her childhood friend a little more, Sora's expression gradually returned to a serious one. "Actually, I'm quite surprised myself."
She looked down at her hands, her brow furrowing slightly. "After all, yesterday I had absolutely no sense of where the crest was. It was just a blank void. But today, I can suddenly feel it pulling at me again."
"This feeling..." A hint of deep contemplation flashed in her eyes. "It's just like it was born, or completely liberated, just now."
Hearing this, Taichi carelessly slapped a hand against her shoulder, his signature grin returning. "It doesn't matter how it happened! Since you've already sensed it, tracking it down is the most important thing right now."
Looking at the cheerful, endlessly optimistic boy beside her, Sora touched the shoulder he had just patted. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, carrying a hint of helplessness that seemed entirely unbefitting for a girl her age.
"Taichi, I really think it would be better if you were a bit more careful when treating girls."
"Girls...?"
Taichi blinked, completely stunned.
At that exact moment, the only image that flashed through his dense mind was the fierce, heroic spirit Sora always displayed when playing soccer with him—a relentless drive that didn't lose out to a single boy on the field.
Seeing Taichi's blank, confused stare, his two childhood friends knew exactly what was running through his head.
Izzy wisely chose self-preservation, silently turning his head away to stare intensely at a nearby tree.
Meanwhile, Sora simply smiled. A very bright, very forced smile, as her fingers slowly curled into a tight fist.
Miles away, Mizuki was blissfully unaware that the Chosen Children were currently mobilizing to come looking for them again.
After all, his attention was entirely occupied. He was currently standing on the sidelines, casually watching his beloved partner get beaten up. Mercilessly.
"Ah! You annoying little fuzzball!"
"It hurts! If you've got the guts, stop dodging and fight me head-on!"
"Take this—ouch! You actually used a dirty trick! That's just too despicable!!!"
Under the watchful gaze of Mizuki and a small crowd of Digimon, LadyDevimon—who had started this sparring match full of arrogant fighting spirit—had now been reduced to a state of extreme disarray.
Despite her terrifying appearance and raw power, she was being completely overwhelmed by the tiny, round Digimon known as Piximon. Every time LadyDevimon swung her massive claws, Piximon simply wasn't there, leaving the fallen angel to strike empty air before receiving a sharp, punishing smack from Piximon's spear. The gap in sheer combat experience was staggering.
"See? What did I tell you?" Piximon hovered in the air, twirling her spear with effortless grace. "If you underestimate your enemy too much, you'll lose very badly, ~pi!"
"Damn it..."
Under Piximon's triumphant gaze, LadyDevimon lay flat on her stomach in the dirt, her rear end stuck high in the air. Anyone who didn't know the context of the situation might have assumed the terrifying Dark Digimon had just suffered some unspeakable, inhuman torture.
Spitting out a mouthful of dust, she finally remembered her companions who were supposed to be watching her back. She snapped her head toward the sidelines.
"What are you guys still standing there for?!" she shrieked, her wings flailing indignantly. "Hurry up and come help me!"
BlackAgumon just stared.
Agumon blinked slowly.
Monochromon chewed on a patch of grass.
It might have been a trick of the light, but for a split second, LadyDevimon swore she could physically see the letters 'O_O' plastered across their blank, completely unhelpful faces.
Shaking her head violently to throw these messy, infuriating thoughts out of her mind, LadyDevimon slammed her fist into the dirt and yelled at them again. "Can't you hear me?! Hurry up and come help!"
Watching LadyDevimon's desperate, undignified tantrum, Piximon hovered in place, utterly speechless.
Why did this Dark Type Digimon, who looked every bit like a terrifying villain straight out of a nightmare, completely lack the cunning and malice that a Dark Type should inherently possess? Whether it was her straightforward, reckless attack style, or this simple-minded brain that completely failed to read the current situation, nothing about her made sense.
Thinking this, Piximon couldn't help but glance over at the peanut gallery of Digimon on the sidelines.
"Um, is she always like this, ~pi?"
"...No."
BlackAgumon—who was currently resting in his Rookie form rather than his usual, terrifying viral MetalGreymon state—pondered the question for a moment before shaking his head solemnly.
"Actually, before she underwent digivolution, she was still quite smart and clever," BlackAgumon explained, his voice entirely deadpan. "However, ever since she reached this form, she has become this kind of idiot..."
"MetalGreymon, you're the idiot! Your whole family is a bunch of idiots!" LadyDevimon shrieked, feeling deeply insulted by the Rookie's blunt assessment. She immediately waved her fists in protest, her chains rattling wildly.
"What do you know?! This is my super intelligence telling me that it's time to use super strength—ah, ptooey! You traitor, why are you chatting away with the enemy on your own?! Could it be that you've already betrayed us?!"
Finally, amidst LadyDevimon's deafening, paranoid shouting, BlackAgumon reached his breaking point. Unable to stand the sheer stupidity a second longer, he sprinted directly in front of the fallen angel.
He leaped into the air and chopped down hard on the top of her head.
"You'd better calm down already!" BlackAgumon barked. "This Digimon isn't an enemy at all! She was just training Lord Mizuki earlier!"
"Ouch!!!"
Under the heavy, unexpected blow from her own ally, LadyDevimon clutched her head, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. However, the sheer shock of the strike finally forced her to calm down and process the situation.
"I... how was I supposed to know?" she muttered, rubbing her bruised scalp while looking incredibly aggrieved. "I saw her fighting Mizuki, and I got so anxious I couldn't think straight!"
Looking at the pouting, teary-eyed LadyDevimon, BlackAgumon remained completely silent.
He stared at his claws. He looked up at the sky. He genuinely began to question his entire existence as a digital beast. How exactly did he, a prideful viral Ultimate, end up suffering a defeat at the hands of an idiot like this?
Meanwhile, Piximon floated over to Mizuki's side, shaking her head.
"Did you see that?" Piximon sighed, pointing her spear at the sulking fallen angel. "I told you, ~pi. If you pamper the Digimon around you too much, you'll turn them into absolute idiots, ~pi."
Mizuki crossed his arms, a thoroughly amused smirk playing on his lips. "I know, ~pi. Piximon is completely right, ~pi."
"Hmph—I already said, you're not allowed to copy the way I talk, ~pi!!!"
Just like that, amidst Piximon's dissatisfied, high-pitched scolding and Mizuki's quiet laughter, the morning's chaotic commotion finally came to an end.
Because the training had been so thoroughly derailed, they couldn't continue their sparring for the time being. Taking advantage of the lull in the action, Mizuki gestured to the small fairy to officially introduce her to the rest of his camp.
"Let me introduce everyone properly. This is Piximon, an Ultimate Level Digimon," Mizuki announced, his tone shifting to something slightly more respectful. "She is a new friend that Belle and I met last night."
"Ultimate Level?! Just this little thing?!"
The moment the words left Mizuki's mouth, LadyDevimon blurted out in sheer disbelief, staring at the tiny pink furball.
A split second later, BlackAgumon leaped up and chopped her on the head again.
"Don't interrupt Lord Mizuki!"
"Ooh... I was just a little surprised," LadyDevimon whined, clutching her head with both hands.
Ignoring the comedy routine playing out beside them, Piximon hovered forward, her sharp eyes carefully sizing up the group of Digimon. After a moment of intense observation, she gave an approving nod toward BlackAgumon, recognizing the dormant power within him. However, when she looked at the others, a deeply regretful expression crossed her face.
"Mizuki, although your companions have had pretty good digivolutions, their foundational strength and combat sense are severely lacking, ~pi," Piximon critiqued honestly. "Haven't you ever thought about having them undergo proper training, ~pi?"
"Actually, they only just completed their digivolutions yesterday," Mizuki replied, laughing the criticism off easily.
Then, a sudden spark of inspiration flashed in his eyes. He clapped his hands together lightly, a wide, thoroughly mischievous smile spreading across his face. "How about this, Piximon? Since you're so experienced, why don't you train them?!"
"~Pi?! Let me do it, ~pi?!"
Piximon's eyes widened in alarm. She looked at the massive, chaotic group of Digimon. With so many of them, you really aren't holding back on the favors, ~pi!
Just as Piximon opened her mouth to immediately refuse the massive workload, Mizuki took a swift step forward. Before she could react, his hand glowed with a dense, brilliant concentration of Digi-Soul. With a gentle motion, he patted the condensed ball of pure data directly into Piximon's chest.
Piximon gasped. "?!"
"Oh my, Piximon. Helping one is helping, and helping a whole group is also helping," Mizuki said smoothly, his tone dripping with persuasive charm. "The capable should always do more! Of course, I won't let you do it for nothing. Consider this your advance payment."
Having successfully dumped the responsibility onto the stunned fairy, Mizuki didn't waste a single second. He reached out, grabbed the still-dazed Belle by the wrist, and immediately bolted toward the entrance of the Pyramid.
"Everyone, I still have to go into the Pyramid to see what's left inside! You guys just stay right here and accept the harsh training of the great King Piximon!" Mizuki shouted over his shoulder, his voice fading as he ran. "Don't let me down, ~pi!"
Watching Mizuki's retreating figure as he shamelessly dashed away, Piximon finally recovered from her stupor. She slowly turned her head to look at the large, expectant group of Digimon staring back at her. Her originally pink, tender cheeks rapidly flushed a deep, furious red.
"Mizuki!!! You... you bad guy!!!!"
Poor Piximon. Perhaps she was simply too refined, or perhaps her mind was too overwhelmed by the sudden influx of pure data, but as she searched frantically through her vocabulary, she couldn't find a single actual swear word to hurl at him. In the end, she could only stamp her foot in the air and shout a sentence that sounded more like a spoiled pout than a genuine threat.
However, just as those words left her lips, the massive surge of data Mizuki had pushed into her core reacted violently with her emotionally agitated state.
A blinding, holy light erupted from within her, completely enveloping her tiny form. The surrounding air hummed with immense power as her body began to stretch and change at a rapid pace.
Piximon froze, her eyes widening within the pillar of light. "?!"
Under her sheer astonishment, the silhouette of a tiny fairy vanished, replaced by the towering, elegant curves of a brand-new body stepping out from the fading brilliance.
Piximon digivolution—
Venusmon!
The light shattered into golden sparkles, revealing a stunning, divine figure draped in elegant white cloth, her eyes blindfolded by a pristine white ribbon, and a golden dove resting gently on her shoulder.
Looking down at her own hands, taking in the sheer, overwhelming power of her brand-new Mega form, Piximon—or rather, Venusmon—stood frozen in place. Beneath her blindfold, her forehead was practically filled with invisible question marks.
"I... did I just undergo digivolution?"
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