Public opinion wavered between sheer terror, emotional damage, and the kind of awe you only feel after surviving a natural disaster.
But for two people, one observing guardian mecha and one system, their opinions were definitely the opposite.
To them, it was such a fruitful, beautiful battle.
The moment the spar began, no one spoke.
An S-class light mecha shot forward first.
It moved with terrifying grace, firing a precision artillery that shattered the floor behind Luca as he dodged it like he'd predicted it.
Because he really did.
Luca's C-class medium mecha flowed.
It dipped, weaved, and spun—like water slipping past a blade as he zoomed around while avoiding Xavier, which was only possible because he could tell how much slower these shells were from the prince's usual weapons.
To the onlookers, these supposed clunky mechas looked like they were dancing.
Even Instructor Falco leaned forward.
"What the hell…" he muttered.
