Kuro no Maou

Prologue

Two lights flash violently in an infinitely spreading sea of stars.

One is blue. A beautiful blue glow draws a long tail of light. The other, red. A burning crimson glow chases the blue light.

The brilliance of two colors, red and blue, vividly coloring the universe (Sola), is not a comet. The tip of the light that flies at tremendous speeds, where the human form is.

Like a knight, its appearance armed with swords and shields is called - a man-made mobile weapon and tactical frame. Commonly known as TF, it is the dominant weapon in this modern era.

"- Chip, you persistent bastard!

The brunette boy manipulating the blue tactical frame is plainly malignant in such accelerating pressures that his guts are likely to pop out.

I feel tremendous pressure from behind. I knew a conspicuous crimson tactical frame was coming right behind me, even if I didn't see it in my sight.

Rapid braking to rapid acceleration, sometimes bending at an angle close to a right angle - but can't pull it apart.

"Damn, do we have to put up a bet"

Once you make a decision, you act fast. Repeated irregular manoeuvres of the zigzag that do not stop in the eye turn into monotonous linear motion.

Instead, spray the booster and fly at maximum speed.

He manipulates a fuselage with equivalent performance over there. I'm not the only one who can shake it off. But in this situation, where we only have close weapons with each other, the boy asked for some time not to be attacked, albeit surely.

The blue fuselage that flies correctly into a single strand of meteors started spinning violently, in the next moment I thought, inverted.

Flip yourself in an instant and you will be dressed to intercept red enemies from the head, turning away from the position you are being pursued on your back.

"Come on, come on!

My own fuselage, which I couldn't push and flipped suddenly, has unstable postural control.

As for the situation, the other person is more advantageous. The boy is flirted with by a cockpit that rocks furiously over the shock resistance limit.

But still, his black eyes had cut off the appearance of an enemy jumping straight in.

"Not yet."

The enemy's weapon, as usual, is the duplicity of the large Battleax. With the power of ultra-high fever and super tremor, a giant axe blade strikes me as I can't break every cockpit, but the reading hit me.

I've experienced it many times, the twister behavior. The timing of avoidance is perfect.

The fuselage is screaming, but I don't mind twisting myself and changing axes.

"Right here!

Raise the shield equipped on your left hand, while at the same time playing the sword you hold in your right hand.

Battle Axe's second knife, after all, struck in the same orbit as predicted. Direct hit on the shield.

Enough to play a shooting weapon, but not enough to prevent a blow from a massive melee weapon, the lightweight, small backer-type shield still smashes unbearably. On the ax blade, the shield was crushed in two, further cleaving the left arm to which it was attached, but painfully, halfway through the arm stopped.

I sacrificed my left arm, but still, I had succeeded in stopping the attack.

"Die, you crazy bastard!!

A reversal blow. Holding it in his right hand, the divinely blue-white sword of light, the photon beam saber flashes.

Glowing blades coated with high-density photons instantly pierce the robust armor of the tactical frame.

And the unleashed boy's penetration was stunning, in the middle of the red fuselage's chest, through the largest steep cockpit block.

End of game (game set)

Tsukimi VS Crimson Horn

Winner, Tsukimi

Beep, and listening to the ungrateful buzzer, I stepped out of the TF training simulator.

"Oh, you were in danger... quite a hurry"

My name is Starsea Kaguya.

Sophomore attending the school of the seventh school city colony Arcadia. I'm just a student who's a little bit good at games, and I refuse, I'm not an armed pilot in the military, etc.

What I was playing wasn't the original tactical frame piloting training program, it's really just a game.

This "TF War New Generation," commonly known as New Gene, is a VR (Virtual Reality) game with TF simulators applied, released before I was admitted to this school. The basic operation is the same as in real life, it can actually operate the various tactical frames employed in the military of each country… and if this is all it is, it is the same as the ordinary training simulators also found in our schools.

What this is enough games for you to play is that you can manipulate the original TF dedicated to games that are not likely to be real-world TFs. Of course, well armed.

So even if you fight a real TF unit or a fleet, you can do it with this original TF. Well, the enemy also strikes at us on this level with a high-spec aircraft full of fictional weapons of animal power, so the game is balanced.

It would be nice to deal with NPC with a real simulator, but the pinnacle of this New Gene would be a people-to-people match after all.

I've been playing since the start of the service, I'm the oldest ginseng, but at the same time, what a ranked 9th and a tough guy. I can do it now, the only thing I'm proud of. Stop, don't laugh that it's just a game.

"Ha... if only it were such a performance in real life"

I know, I know, I'm strong in the game world. No matter how many revolutionary super-weaponal tactical frames have changed the history of military weapons, it is impossible to fly around with a Bhungbyun at such super high speeds.

As a sophomore at Arcadia School, I've had a lot of experience riding real TF. That's why it's even clearer. Reality and games are completely different.

"Stupid, nothing, I'm not a wacko wanting to be a hero. Anyway, the future is the pioneer of some planet."

I was going to cut it off, but still stuck with it, and I looked up uncluttered at a real tactical frame, a huge, 15-metre-tall, man-made weapon, lined up in an adjacent hangar.

Number one.

"Uh, fine, I'm sweaty."

Although simulators, they also reproduce actual swings, Gs, etc., which makes experiencing intense combat quite tiring and sweaty.

Good morning practice for the club, I'm probably the only idiot in this school who wants to play games but goes to school early in the morning to use a simulator. Well, even after a fight in shame, I have time to take a shower. I've already worn my uniform, but just in case, I've only got changing underwear for my bag. I'm not even in the athletics department...

I just headed to the school shower room to be rushed by the feel of a sweaty, sticky shirt.

"-!"

And where I go into my usual shower room, I accidentally find myself in a wack.

Because during this halfway early morning time, I had never met anyone before, but only today, I bowled in with one student.

Besides, one of them is a very subtle intermittent classmate who is not even close enough to say hello to what it is or ignore... approximate me with such a pitiful communally handicapped grid, she meets her grandiose as she lifts her brilliant blonde hair.

You're early in the morning.

"What, oh, well"

The blonde student just walked into the girls' shower room, exchanging only one word that could not even be described as a conversation.

He disappears and finally takes a sigh of relief.

"Speaking of which, maybe this is the first time I've spoken to Mr. Dreadnote"

Her name is Adele Barto Dredno.

I am from the United Kingdom of Europe, but it is not unusual in the Arcadia School, where students gather from all over the world, from both the moon and Mars and from each colony.

But I'm sorry she's just a one-girl student, she's a celebrity in the top five at school, probably because of her dreadnote name, while also having that gorgeous look.

She is the one who holds the hero of the Commonwealth Kingdom, General Dreadnote, to her grandfather, active in the Fourth World War. The general's name is a level celebrity in the modern history of history textbooks.

So, I can't really consider why Adele Barto Dreadnote, who has such a legendary grandfather, attends Arcadia School in the End Colony, when I was born into a general family.

In the meantime, the only thing I know about her is that everyone at school knows about her. Still, you just spoke to me from her... well, I guess that means she remembered about the sandback face.

No, now I don't care about her.

Honestly, she's got tight eyes that stick to her glittering crimson eyes, but she's a little thrilled to be so beautiful that her classic lady dyed big blonde vertical roll twint suits her. Plus, you've been riding around TF on your own again. He was in a pilot suit, he's sweating tightly, his chest was open and a big valley was peeking, and he smelled awesome good or something...... damn, this is why the hot boys are not immune to girls!

Relax, I'm confused by the colorful fragrance of those high ridge flowers, and there's nothing good about it.

Let's switch our thoughts and go.

"Crimson Horn guy, he's been putting his arms up pretty good lately... he's gonna suck next time"

Reflect on earlier battles as you take a hot shower out of your head.

Me. Player name Tsukimi is ranked ninth, and Crimson Horn is tenth. He's a player from the start of the service, just like me, and he's a rival who's almost rushed up the rankings with me.

On a bright red fuselage, a single red corner marks the trade. It's been that look for a long time, so it's muscular.

Rough is a rampant battle style of conspicuous force push, but with a beastly intuition, it becomes a very dangerous enemy, especially in melee combat. Rank 10 strength is not Dada.

Having comprehensively honed my maneuvering skills, I've managed to get here before without losing to him, but it's time to get suspicious.

He's been shooting a lot better lately, and he's been using the field gimmicks and standing around considering the terrain. Besides, I followed you this morning without delay for my high-speed manoeuvres.

"But I don't want him to lose."

I'm the only plain male student in my class who doesn't stand out, but this game alone has its pride in whispering.

Tomorrow, the goal now is to defeat Diablos in eighth place. For some time now, I haven't been able to go up from 9th place. The guys over 8th place, duh. This guy's always got all kinds of monsters. First place lily or whatever strength I just think he's using cheats.

Well, there are rumors that the top five are AIs prepared by the operation. Even if that's true, it means we can win with our strength as human beings until sixth place.

If you look up, you're going to reach it and it's still endless. Now, including Crimson Horn, the guys on the tenth-place platform are also shredding their sneeze and targeting single-digit ranked seats with tiger vision.

It's just a bunch of tough competitors. This is why I can't stop New Gene.

That way, while quietly burning my gamer soul, I cut up Shan in the morning.

"-Hey, isn't that Kaguya? What are you, so early in the morning?"

As I finished the shower and walked towards the school building, I was called out earlier with the same content as Mr. Dreadnote.

Never, I'm not a sociable guy with a broad friendship. There are only enough friends with one finger.

But now that you've spoken to me, should I count as a friend, or should I set you apart as my best friend, or should I see you as no longer on edge?

"Morning, Leon. It's been a while."

His name is Leon Springfield.

As you can see from its appearance and horizontal name, it's not the same Japanese as me. I'm from the Greater American Free Union.

Excellent physique with high height for blonde blue eyes. Besides, a refreshing smile fits a model or a beautiful guy like an actor... but when I was a kid, I played around Noyama, Japan, with me, it was childhood friendly.

Leon said he grew up to be such a handsome guy, but I'm just a hylogue whose height grew there. Even with one hairstyle, I just have the brunette stretched out like a root-darkness all the way up to my forehead, as opposed to the dazzling blonde Leon whose set is set to be perfect. Hegemonic shiny blue eyes and vainly bad eyed, gloomy black eyes...... comparing him to his appearance is no more. Mental health is very bad.

"Oh, it's been a while, maybe. When I was at the student council, I was busy."

"You can't help it, I'm the student chairman now."

"It's just happened, and I don't really feel it."

"Really? I think you're doing good enough."

"No, I haven't. In three years, there will be a former chairman, Mr. Francine."

"You're okay, because proper Leon is both popular and supportive. If you do what you want, you can do it yourself. Later, everyone will follow you... For a long time, you have been."

Leon's just not a good looking guy. For a long time, I've been at the center of everyone and I could pull it off.

Is it the leader's vessel? Childhood, I admired and admired the charm of attracting everyone in Leon. He said I was the best friend of this amazing guy. I also had childish self-esteem.

But with just one tiny feeling like that, I couldn't have stood next to Leon forever.

This is the result. I'm just a root darkness gamer and a plain student quietly in the corner of the classroom. Leon is busy moving every day by becoming student chairman of Arcadia School and showing leadership leading students across the school.

"Kaguya, I knew when I talked to you, don't calm down something"

"What is it, Sole? Do student councils have a lot of enemies?"

"Maybe. Do you feel like you recognise the good childhood?

I'm not your counselor.

"Ha ha, okay, he said he listened to the stupidity of the student chairman once in a while"

I give it back sarcastically, but I was honestly glad Leon told me that he had less to talk about in school.

Leon and I are not the wrong kind of people. Face to face, we can have a nice chat. I still consider him a dear childhood friend.

It's just that I can't keep up.

I'm not as attracted to Leon as I am to being aggressive and sociable with a lot of people. In the game world, it suits you to call someone you don't know their face or their name a rival to compete with.

"Hey, Kaguya, are you free after school today?

"Oh my God, suddenly. Well, I'm free."

"Well, let's not go hang out in a while"

"That's okay, aren't you busy?

"I'm a student too, let me breathe."

"Sure. Nothing. I'm mostly free. Anytime."

"Well, then, today..."

"Ah, Leon!

So the voice of a woman calling Leon's name sounded. Just one word, but that's all I know about the voice owner.

"Oh, Yuka, good morning"

"Morning, Leon. Um, Kaguya was with us, isn't that unusual?

I'm blinded for a moment by the way she rushes over.

Flushing, glossy long dark hair. Bright white skin in the circular eyes of sparkling black eyes. Yamato, the expression really deserves.

Such a beautiful girl, Toyun Yuka, she was also someone I could call my childhood tame.

"Oh, good morning"

"Morning, Kaguya. Been a while, how are you?

"Oh, oh, well..."

When I got in front of a completely beautifully grown yuka, I was really aware of the opposite sex and I couldn't talk to Leon the same way.

Because with her, there must have been a lot we wanted to talk about, but the words didn't come out well. And I don't like myself like that. This is why he's having trouble communicating...

"Yes, Leon, hurry up and meet me in the student council room."

"Oh, I didn't hear that."

"I just contacted you. Look, come on!

"Hey, don't pull it! Bad. No, Kaguya, I'll see you later!

So Leon left, busily drawn to Yuka.

"... ha"

Fool, what are you disappointed in, I am. I guess I chose my own path. Yeah, but I guess I gave up saying I can't keep up anymore.

"After all, what Yuka deserves is Leon."

My first love in childhood would have been so defeated. Now I just feel so sentimental when I see the two friendly people.

"Damn......"

My longing turns into jealousy. Having that ugly emotion is what makes me hate myself, the primary cause.

And I'm sure this is the biggest cause of my departure from Leon.

I really can't help it, I don't like myself.

"All right, then, let's get started on TF piloting training! Get on the practice plane now! Look, don't be a jerk, no rush!!

A powerful energetic voice sounds all over the hangar in vain.

Hot and bitter voices are raised by Dr. Gonzalez, Physical Education Teacher and Tactical Frame Manipulation Teacher for the second grade. He's a big, musculoskeletal guy like a bodybuilder, and he looks like a pitch-pitch pilot suit, seriously, I want you to give him a break. Fine, put on your jacket.

"Ha..."

I got into the practice machine on a run to the point where I wasn't pissed off, and I had a sigh from this morning that I didn't know how many more times I'd be counting.

I completely forgot, that I have TF piloting training today. This time, he said, must come with a lot of readiness.

"No, today is the day I feel injured by an accident"

Such a weak sound is not because I never suck at manipulating a real TF. Even if I'm passionate about the game, I make a proper distinction between real and virtuous.

Sometimes it's only a matter of being able to maneuver halfway. With a feeling of darkness, I climbed a talap that extended to the cockpit.

The cockpit of TF is almost commonly located on the chest. He is no exception.

Chest armor was already open, and seats as narrow as coffins were waiting for students to board.

"Please present your student ID. If the ID is not presented, the machine is allowed to run -"

"Yes, yes, sooo in 2-C's Star Sea Caguya."

Once in the cockpit 10 meters above the ground, complete the authentication by placing the student notebook and the card incorporated in the set on the console.

I don't think anyone would steal a school practice machine, but still, TF is a fine weapon. Moreover, the main TF used in the Colony Coalition until this time, Harrier, is employed in our school.

The school harrier is conspicuously orange painted like a practice machine, but the contents still have a stable performance that works even on active duty.

The exterior is a standard type, without such characteristics as this. The head is a green, visor-shaped camera eye with options such as blade antennas and expansion sensors. The body also remains the standard specification, rather than the armor helmet, it is a robotic silhouette with horned armor.

It is simple, but therefore easy to handle, as it can also be considered the basis of TF. True, it is a great airframe for students to practice.

But for gamers like me, even if they're riding and don't find it very interesting. It's only through the peaky fuselage that the ace pilot, I can't believe the real TF pilot doesn't say, you won't be dressed.

So I sat back in Harrier's seat on many rides and stood by Connect.

The method of manipulating the tactical frame is a full control system using a neural connection.

By simultaneously connecting the nerves with the pilot, you can move the fuselage literally like a limb. This is the primary reason TF is human. the same shape as a human being, therefore, via a neural connection system, it makes it easy for anyone to operate intuitively.

Pseudo-neural connecting terminals (fairy rings) connecting people to machines were said to have been developed to steer the TF. Well, moving a giant human robot with two joysticks and a pedal is a lame story.

"Two-year C group, Starsea Kaguya, certification - nerve connection, standby. Sit deeply on the seat and set your hands and feet on the controller"

He said he was already here.

I was wondering if it was a specification that this explanatory announcement would always flow every time because it was a practice machine that would also be used by new freshmen getting into TF for the first time.

This one's already stuck his hands and feet in the controller where the pseudo-neural connection terminal (fairy ring) fits.

The controller is a cylindrical machine that covers the elbows and knees, respectively. When the pilot is correctly authenticated and hands and feet are placed during the standby state of the nerve connection, the ring automatically fits and connects to the wrist and ankle.

If you just leave it in, your posture won't calm down, so eventually your hands will grip the joystick in the device and your feet will be shaped like stepping on a pedal.

Finally, a circular circular monitor surrounding the head is lit and the set is complete.

"Set Confirmation - Connecting"

That said, the TF stands up faster than running the car's engine.

The circular ring type monitor shown in front of you is simply used to display information when unconnected, and the identity of the guy is the main device of the pseudo-neural connecting terminal (fairy ring), which exchanges the most information from the pilot's brain.

The controller of the hands and feet is just a sub.

And as soon as he starts to function - his vision switches.

After a moment of darkness, if you open your eyes, it is no longer my vision, but the vision of Harrier, a man-made mobile weapon tactical frame 15 meters high.

It is not just the hands and feet that are moved by neural connections. Vision and hearing are also fully assimilated with the pilot and the fuselage. Do you think some of them are Getemono fuselages that also implement sense of smell?

"Okay! We're training for ground manoeuvres today! Everybody, move to the ground. Booster manoeuvres are forbidden, run, ooh!!

To the white harrier for the faculty, who spoke a strange voice, we made a painful noise of gassing and traveling on foot to the ground. Totally, I didn't know you were going to walk on a robot, but a student is a real waste of effort.

The grounds of the school boast considerable breadth, as this is the premise to be used for tactical frame maneuvering exercises. A group of training dummy buildings mimicking downtown, everything can be in the corner, so it can be considered a fine military exercise facility.

Most importantly, we are not military personnel, but students who will be pioneers of the future that will open new heavens and earth, so we will not train as intensely as a real army. The main part of the class is to sharpen the maneuvering skills to do tasks such as planetary exploration and base building, rather than combat.

In self-defence, however, at the very least, it is difficult not to take any combat action. So proper combat training was included in the curriculum.

Since the third grade, there have been live ammunition exercises using real TF equipment. But sophomores, although we only have combat training, we can only use shooting weapons and melee weapons for safe training.

But there are only exceptions.

It's a human TF that has and deserves, limbs. In other words, it is a bare-handed fight.

"Wow!?

A loud giant steel fist goes through in front of you.

Oh, it's dangerous! If I was hitting you straight, you might have crushed your cockpit. Are you going to kill me?

The student's easy-going TF piloting training should be why he's playing such a life-threatening offense, because he's been setting up fights that he just thinks are coming to kill him with a bee.

There's only one person who can plunge such a dangerous battle, as far as I know.

Adele Barto Dredno.

All I know about her, besides her name and appearance, is that she's a hell of a harsh character and a rough TF pilot as if she reflected it as it were.

If you ride it, it's bound to scratch the TF. It's abusive maneuvering, but it boasts exceptional skill in combat training.

In shame, no one is dealing with her, and reluctantly, somewhat better to steer, I get bummed until she's satisfied, taking great care not to accidentally. In the course of the class, when it comes to fighting O.K., implicit understandings will make me deal with them. Or come to me from her side.

Adele, the plane is approaching, everyone scatters, silent pressure leaves me alone. The usual pattern.

"I'll deal with him, everyone go first!" I'm not prepared for the manhood, "he said," but when someone other than me handles her poorly, it can seriously be an accident, so he blames it on his conscience to push someone else.

Then you might think you're manly, stand up squarely... against her, fighting back, etc., absurdly.

In the unlikely event that we let her suffer an injury in a training accident, General Dreadnote is likely to lead the best of the Federal Royal Army to strike back. Even if that's too much to say, it's me, the average Japanese family, and the lady from the Dreadnotes family who has made a huge donation to the school and also holds a title in the Federal Kingdom. When you troubled something, it would obviously be me who's weak.

It's not a feudal system that goes by any wagamama if it's great, but I can still say that Mr. Dreadnote is a true representation of the influence of her house to ride around the school's TF on her own or to pretend that the teachers don't even look at the outrageous act of attacking an individual intensively in class like this.

Now if Mr. Dreadnote just sucks at wanting to get busted, I can hold him back for as much as I want... but I'm not sure I can defeat the Edel plane safely if I beefy with her showing the fierce fighting ability that it would take a Crimson Horn as well.

That's why I'm still being beaten as Mr. Dreadnote's sandback today.

"Ugh, damn it! It's been a rough day..."

A 15-meter giant with a body of machines, but her manipulative harrier is as agile as a real professional boxer, coming out with one fist after another.

You have to avoid it or take it to avoid a steep spot with much duller Harrier reaction speed and maneuverability compared to the game and go with good damage. No, seriously, if you weren't allowed to equip your shield, I'd send you to the hospital.

Relying on a single standard shield, also used in the game, it outweighs the pitiful, relentless, ghostly fierce attack launched from the Adele aircraft.

"- Shit, shit!?

The shield is kicked up and the guard opens wide.

She has bad foot habits, too. The Adele machine slams a luxurious spinning kick into my torso when it's empty.

A kick with a full weight of Harrier hits directly and is buzzed by boulders. A tremor and a G strike me. There was no room to step on with posture control, and my Harrier just fell on his back.

"Oh, this is dead..."

Look up, there's already an Adele plane there. Same practicing machine. Orange harrier, but horrible as a demon when you look at it like this. I mean, I'm afraid of Mr. Dreadnote.

"Please, avoid the cockpit."

At the very least, there was nothing more to Mr. Dreadnote's questionable reason than to pray afterwards that Todome should be incarcerated or take the steeple off.

Keen corn. Keen corn.

And that's where I could hear the chimes. For me now, it's equal to the tone of the trumpet the angel blows.

"Time up or thanks"

The Edel plane, waving up Todome's fist, somewhere regrettably lowered its arm and walked away to the hangar.

"Oh, no, Star Sea! How long have you been asleep, get back to the hangar!!

Uzuru Gonzalez, about the time I gained my whole life in Nine Deaths, slowly let my life's gratitude fade away.

"Hey, Adele Barto Dredno, just because you're a little pretty, housewieldy and manipulative doesn't mean you're in good shape! That woman, one day, I'll definitely, avenge you, specifically during my last TF piloting training in third grade, and I'll make you full bogged and gipped to attend graduation!

I told my friends in my class with a tired dark look everywhere that seemed like something I could and would never do, and they had lunch in the dining room.

Tommy, Julie, you guys are really good guys. Every time I train to steer, Mr. Dreadnote gives me a hard time, encouragement, and healing. Seriously they are friends...... Hopefully, you guys have the maneuvering skills there too, so it would be great if you could replace me and Sandback as a rotation?

"Hahaha! Nice joke!

"Miss Dreadnote will always nominate you, Kaguya."

Conoyalou, you can't be deluded if you say it with a refreshing smile.

Anime lover Tommy and comic lover Julie, and game lover me, form a group of geeks in the class. Thanks to both of us, even guys like me have a lot of fun living in school.

Having a sloppy chat, enjoy lunchtime with one of my friends before coming to a sleepy afternoon class.

"Ha-ha, so let's start with the factoring of the textbook page 21, the secondary formula"

And the voice of the howaka-suspended teacher can't wait to induce drowsiness.

The decadent ponite with flax hair and the eyeglass type information terminal with fallen shapes are trademarks, our 2-C position, Dr. White Lily Himeko.

I am a new American teacher for the first year, but for some reason. I mean, I'm dubiously child-faced and small about whether I'm really a sociopath... but only my breasts deserve a fine adult. Normally it is big, because it has a small body, and the decadence stands out. Lori boobs on the teacher's ass. That's pretty much an anomaly.

He is a good teacher because he is popular with boys because of such treacherous erotic cuteness, and because his gentle, sweet, and gaping personality is popular with women and that is why he is generally admired by his students. Students call me princess or princess teacher all the time, and I'm a good teacher because I'm totally licked, but I'm properly admired.

I've also been saved a few times by the kindness or sweetness of a teacher. It can also be a shame for the teacher that New Gene can play with dignity in the TF training simulator in the early morning.

"First, we're going to talk about quadratic equations -"

It's no exaggeration to call me a mentor, but classes are sleepy... and math is tight in the fifth hour just after lunch break. Moreover, this morning, my strength is drained by TF piloting training.

Or even if it's not math, this teh general education subject makes me sleepy. Ordinary students often endure such boredom because all the timetables of a day are spent on this kind of discipline.

This Arcadia School is the first and only school in the world to train planetary pioneers, as I say.

The full-scale universe entry of the Earth's human race, which began with the discovery of new energy called 'photons', was practiced one after the other by photons throughout the twenty-first century, by orbital elevators, space colonies, terraforming techniques, etc. which were still thought to be the product of SF in the A.D. era.

At a time when the moon was crowded with people, a colony was built, and a country was opened to Mars, the A.D. marked its end and turned into a new world history.

And now, in 195, the history of the New World. Earth, the Moon and Mars and a group of colonies built in between have been established as areas of human activity. Now Jupiter's exploration plan is being promoted, and Jupiter and its satellites already have front-line bases for resource extraction.

Not far away, Jupiter will turn into one of the stars inhabited by man... but humanity looks further ahead. In other words, we're planning to launch into an infinite universe, with planets ahead of Jupiter, all of the solar system, and even beyond the solar area (heliopose).

Literally, the pioneer of the universe, cutting through a new heaven and earth with only a number of stars. The Arcadia School is a school to develop talent responsible for the new era of space exploration to come.

So the real deal for Arcadia students is not to complete a general education subject that is not specifically useful, but a technology, expertise that travels to space and helps now. General spacecraft, colony equipment, and resource collection facilities will be repaired once a year, and TF maneuvers will be used as both heavy machinery and weapons. In the third grade, you will also learn cutting-edge technologies that will surely be realized in the near future. Whatever, we're gonna graduate and get on board as pioneers, and there's some kind of simulation training for the next generation of spacecraft and sailing life there?

But is it considered because you are a student, or there are general education classes there, like teachers. But it's less important, so even the red dots don't really affect it. I guess that's why I throw the whole subject round to Dr. White Lily in New America and put him in charge.

"... whoa"

The yawn leaks unexpectedly. Sleepy.

But obviously when I decided to go to sleep, that hurt my teacher, so I kept hanging in there and rubbing my boat.

Keen corn. Keen corn.

Oh, I'm finally done with my class today. Finally, after school I've been waiting for. I just came up with a good looking fuselage setup for New Gene, so I just want to reflect it right away and try it out.

"Hey, Kaguya! Let's go, Ze! Go-to, Central Tower!!

"Apparently, Tommy has a discount voucher for the movie. You're free anyway, right?

I won't let the game take precedence until I say no to my friends who bother to invite me. On the verge of answering OK in two replies, I remembered.

"Oh, sorry, I had an appointment today."

"Hey Nandatte!?

"Kaguya booked ahead? Like a duel with a Ranker in New Gene?

Speaking of my promises, is there only a gaming relationship? No, it did happen once in a while, but I promise to fight the Rankers.

"Well, that's the place"

"Whoo, good, now if it was a girlie and a meetz arr, it would have been a gilty ze!

"New Gene is Kaguya's life's work, so we won't get in the way either. Come on, Kaguya."

"... oh"

So I dropped off my two friends and I stayed in the classroom.

The first appointment was with Leon in the morning. For once, I promised to play with him after school, which would mean.

I lied to you both on purpose, or misled, because I don't know what to say... well, I didn't want to be expected to be weird, I guess.

I haven't told you two that I'm related to Leon, the student chairman, and finally Yuka, the secretary, and childhood training. I mean, there was no time to talk. When we got into school, we were in the same class a year and we were in the same mood.

For both of us, I'm just a game geek friend, and I don't think it has anything to do with student chairman Leon, who's the center of the school. So if you two find out that Leon and I are childhood friendly, you'd be surprised, and you might expect something like, what to say, like, this, this change, this. I was wondering if he and Dachi could get close to all kinds of people from that relationship. Simply, something awesome, or something.

But it's probably just a whim that Leon promised me today. Also, we can't go back to being best friends like those picturesque, like we used to do stupid and fussy things every day.

Me and Leon have different personalities. We're just going to live each other, the school life that was at each height, and that's no different than it's ever been. That I just happened to have contact with him today.

Maybe it's the last time in my life that I'm going out with Leon.

I felt lonely that way, even if I was going to break it off, maybe because somewhere in my heart I regret myself for not following Leon.

"Hey, Kaguya, you were in class."

Leon came when fewer classmates stayed in the classroom and chatted sloppily, slightly idle, and it started to get a little uncomfortable to be left alone.

"No, I didn't decide where to meet."

"I went out to the main entrance once."

"Bad"

"Fine, more than that, what do we do?

If I see Leon at all, I can still talk normally. I don't know, he probably means childhood.

Walk side by side in the school building, for now, go for the main entrance.

"I'm nothing in particular. Is Leon something?

"No, nothing."

"No plan."

"It's not a date, it's okay."

Sure, if you're going to go hang out with guys, you just have to do it right anywhere. Neither one of you needs to be in a good mood.

"Oh, speaking of Kaguya, is that New Gene? That game is so strong, huh?

"Right there. I mean, you knew."

"Oh, Edel told me"

"Who is it?"

"It's Adele Bart Dreadnote, no way, you don't know?

"Ah."

Right, I'll call you by your first name, so I didn't come pin at all.

"Mr. Dreadnote, call it off, or the boulder is the student chairman"

"No, that doesn't matter. Edel and I, well, something-- we're usually friends."

No, it's still amazing. I hear it's not just TF manipulation that makes her rough, it's vegetarian. Normally, I don't refuse to be a temple lady such as "Good afternoon" with a smile on my face, and I say it's a difficult personality that rarely leans on a man.

That's enough rumors to come into my ear... normally my friend, huh?

I don't think so, but don't make me say, "Leon, you have a man named Yuka."

"So, I don't care about Mr. Dredno. I didn't know you were gonna talk to me about New Gene... no way, jerk off?

"Well, no way, that's him."

Leon laughs niggardly. I've seen it many times as a child, laughing with the same face I had when I came up with the prank.

"Ha, you don't know how to challenge me."

So I'm sure I'd have the same face as when I was a kid, laughing.

"Long time no see, seriously fight and go"

"Just what I want."

We niggered like idiots and headed to Gessen, nearest to the school, on the stage of the showdown.

End of game (game set)

Tsukimi VS Guest

Winner, Tsukimi

"... I'll admit it, Kaguya, it's my loss. Complete defeat."

"Cleanliness."

Well, I, ranked ninth, couldn't have lost my first play of Leon, and I could afford to be full bogged down and win an unattainable victory.

By the way, the player's name is the guest that shows up a player who hasn't registered. If you register for the game, you can have your own fuselage and base, but you can easily play in Gaussen even if you are not registered.

Since New Gene is the same operation as real TF piloting, Leon's movement, trained as an Arcadia student, is splendidly real-life, but this is a game to be interpreted. Boasting speed and power unlikely in real life, the technique of riding a fictional high spec machine will not be acquired unless you play this game in.

It's totally useless in real life, wasted tech though.

"Look, it's the coke you want."

"Hmm, the winning booze is awesome"

Finish playing alone, sit on the bench and drink canned juice for a short pause. Of course, this is a treat for Leon the defeated.

"Hey, Kaguya, speaking of which, why did you come to Arcadia School?

"What is it, suddenly, was that crazy?

"I knew you'd stay in Japan."

By the time I graduated from junior high school, I barely even had a conversation. Have we not even had a chance to talk to each other about the way forward?

"There's no big reason. I was wondering if I could get on a real TF."

"Then you should have joined the Allies."

"Because I don't have the guts to be a soldier. And the war, well, I don't think it's the way things are... but seriously, when you're out there, you're scared."

Arcadia School is more relaxed than joining the army, and you can learn to fly TF with combat training. For me, it was the most desirable environment.

"Right, right. Sounds like you. I'm relieved."

"Why are you so relieved?"

"Including me, you're a student council member, because most guys carry something."

"Ah."

The so-called one upper class?

Mr. Dreadnote is not the only one from a great family. Arcadia School brings together students from Earth, the Moon, Mars, the Colony Coalition, and various origins, but in addition to that, there are many children with dignitaries from different countries.

Leon's father is also a senior government official of the Greater American Free Union.

"Does that kind of person feel like they've already decided on their future path?

"Well, roughly. But I'm still a good guy, Senior Francine, and I've already decided to marry him."

"You're from the previous chairman. Mars nobility?

"Oh, duke of the kingdom of Ares."

Duke, huh? It's a title that doesn't pin on me at all. You're only familiar with fantasy RPGs.

"I mean, why do so many kids from such great houses come to Arcadia?

"I don't even know the details... Well, Arcadia's pioneering plan is chewed up by all sorts of places. A future territorial battle over the universe has already begun."

"That's what you call it for calculation, isn't it?

"Great guy thinks it's an upfront investment."

I don't know when it's going to start, letting my own child through in preparation for a future space exploration plan is like a convenient pawn treatment. But I guess my own kids will be cute, and every parent has a decent place to get a job. Thinking about it, I'm a little jealous.

"The development of cutting-edge technology that accompanies it may be more realistic than the actual development plan."

"Uh, the university here is amazing."

Located on the other side of the school, Arcadia University says it is also the world's most advanced research facility. In particular, it has become a global centre for research and development in photon technology.

Photon is the most researchworthy thing in the world today. The next generation of new energy that turns into petroleum and other fossil fuels, photons that have even changed the way the world is, could also upset the current military power balance if there are new discoveries again. In the old days of A.D., a giant robot with a similar toy got more performance than any weapon of its time, all with a photon.

Everyone will think that if the still mysterious photons are solved, there will be great discoveries that will shake the world again.

"Is Kaguya going straight to college?

"Oh, you have no other choice."

Most school graduates go straight to college. Besides the title of a good researcher, if you're going to dive into a place that could change the world, being a student at school and going to college is the surest way.

"What about Leon?

"I... I don't know, maybe I'll go home"

"Really? That's too bad."

"Ha, don't worry, it's not a decided wack yet. Let's not talk about creepy stuff. It's time to start our next fight."

"Oh, yeah."

We get off the bench by breaking the story of the path, which is a common source of concern for students.

And that was then.

Dodon!!

All of a sudden, an explosion sounds like an ear-busting explosion. Game center shakes faintly.

"Hey, what!?

"The explosion was pretty close... Kaguya, let's go outside"

I'm just in a hurry and stiff, but I'm out of Gessen so Calm Leon can pull me off. Apparently, we ran out faster than the rest of the guys, and the surroundings were just shiny about what was in the explosion noise, and it wasn't messy enough for people to get killed at the entrance yet.

Dwong!!

The moment I left Gaussen, the explosion sounded again. Bigger than just now. I sensed the crisis and finally the people around me made a scene too.

"Damn, what the hell, did you even fly in the school ammunition depot?

"Look, there's smoke up in college. - Whoa! Oh, alle ha!?

In the midst of all the noise, we saw.

A colony ceiling monitor reflecting the blue sky, flying its critical altitude, a tactical frame figure.

I know a lot of TF in New Gene. Flying is a colour scheme fuselage characterized by red outer armor (armor) on a white foundation skeleton (frame). The head stands with a blade antenna like a single corner on the forehead, and the camera eye is the first type (mono eye) that shines red.

Airframe design at a glance without needing to recall. And on his left shoulder he was even depicted as an emblem manifesting his affiliation.

"It's Gaul, the main tactical frame of the Royal Ares Army."

"Why is Ares' TF here? - Ugh!

There are at least three Gaul planes flying through the central city of the colony as far as you can see. Flying slowly to swirl, the three aircraft shoot relentlessly at the boneless bazooka that grabbed them on their shoulders, pointing in each direction.

Either it's indiscriminate, or there's a target facility, the shot out Bazooka warhead unleashes the destructive power it has there - creating a huge explosion that rocks the colony.

"Ahhh..."

Better than just now, it fell pretty close. Fueled by a blast running off the road, I was falling in. I don't have any pain, but my ears are a little keen.

Shit, the next time you get shot, you could be caught in an explosion and die this time.

Why, all of a sudden, I don't know what that means, me, here, you're lying, death...

"Stand up, Kaguya!

"Whoa!

Leon's arm pulls up on me, pulling me up unnecessarily.

"Are you okay, hold on!

"Oh, oh, sorry...... it's okay, no injuries"

Now I was in total fear and confusion. He might even have been forced to escape while falling flat like that.

It's really good to have Leon with us. Even at times like this, he can count on you. By contrast, I'm a cautious person everywhere.

"Okay, then don't run. Hurry up and get back to school."

"Well, the school has shelters for emergency evacuation, as well as escape pods"

"That's the thing, let's go!

We ran all over the place.

Gaul's attack has brought the city to the brink of chaos. Everyone is screaming and running away, right and left in search of a safe place.

Along the way, I saw a child who was off with his parents, crying.

I couldn't afford to help anyone.

"Ha... ha... good, the school is safe"

"Oh, yeah"

About an hour before that, I didn't know you were going to come back with these chopped feathers at the main entrance of the school where you went out to play swallow.

Most likely, it's the same with us.

"Is everyone thinking the same?"

We're not the only ones who have fled to school. In front of the main entrance, a good number of students are gathered on their way home or playing in the city.

Speaking of which, Tommy and Julie should be in town, too. I don't see him at the main entrance... but I want to believe you both will evacuate safely to school.

Speaking of which, there seems to be quite a few non-students in general. Did one of the students tell you or knew from the beginning that there was a safe place? Well, is it natural for schools to be places of refuge in times of disaster? More like terrorism or war than disaster.

In the meantime, the evacuees are smoothly entering the school from the main entrance. It's times like this that you shouldn't panic.

Me and Leon get mixed up in a wave of evacuees and wait in order.

"You're getting outrageous...... hey, Leon, what the hell is going on"

"That's what I want to hear. It's inconceivable that some of them would attack this colony."

But in reality, Ares' Gaul appeared.

What's in it for the kingdom of Ares to attack here? Exclusive of research results? There shouldn't be anything in college yet worth doing that.

"Even the kingdom of Ares would normally be involved in university research"

"Because it's possible that a terrorist organization that falsifies Ares..."

"Caaaaaaaaaaaa!

What a scream sounded this time as we talked about unanswered guesses. The next moment I thought, Dan, Dan! A heavy gunshot is fired.

"Wow!

"Run! They've got guns!

"You're gonna get shot! Not here, run!

Screams and gunshots were heard just beyond the main entrance. You mean across the gate, Ares soldiers with guns, or terrorists waiting for you!

The gathered people perceive the imminent danger in front of them and quickly panic, scattering and rushing out.

"Ah, shit!

"Kaguya! Over here!

Me and Leon take it off somehow, while rubbing it with the escaping waves.

"What do we do!? Looks like there's enemies in the school, too!

"But it's also dangerous to go back to the city!

You can still hear gunfire from afar, and if you look at the city, you can still hear the explosion. We had no choice but to keep running along the walls that surrounded the school for no reason.

What do we do, where do we run? Is there really a safe place in this colony right now?

Colonies are commonplace but very sturdy built... but if TF troops rave around irresistibly, they will only be unilaterally destroyed. If they're serious about smashing this place down, the colony will be blown up and dismantled within less than that distance.

"Look, Kaguya! It's open over there!

"What, that door? Is that what happened?

In the middle of the run, Leon discovered what he was aiming for was an unfamiliar door, which had appeared at the corner of the school wall.

"Probably only comes out in an emergency"

"So you're a shelter up ahead"

Emergency evacuation compartments with shelters and escape pods are usually off-limits. If you go in poorly and make a scene, you will be severely punished for not being a student prank.

This neighborhood is tightly controlled for evacuation because it's a colony with no escape if it collapses.

"Good, I'll open it normally in my student notebook"

"You don't have enemies inside, do you?

With the student notebook on the console, the ID was authenticated and the door opened. Inorganic dim passages continue inside.

As far as I can see, there's no sign of anyone, but it's forbidden to be alarmed. Alarmed or totally freaked out, we went down the aisle.

"There's a bulkhead down the aisle."

"Aren't you restricting the route for evacuation?

The aisles here are quite intertwined and there are many divides. But there is always a bulkhead down there, and it is the main road that can pass through. I'm thankful I'm not lost, but I can't feel someone else running in here, which kind of caused my anxiety.

Almost silently, how far would it have gone? We proceeded down the aisle, down the long stairs leading down, down further in the elevator, and down the aisle again… so much so that we lost it that a large door appeared on the way.

"Apparently, it's on the shelter."

"I've come down quite a bit, so I guess the bottom level of the colony"

In front of a huge, double-open door to see, we enter the door automatically, feeling a little relieved.

There, I saw it.

No, I'm blinded, should I say? As soon as I was in my sight, all I could see was Sole.

……

"Behold, what is this, how did the tactical frame... wasn't this a shelter!?

With Leon's voice, I can finally see around me.

There's plenty of space, but no matter how you look at it, this isn't a shelter. The TF hangar, which, compared to the school's, also showed the breadth of the difference and the fact that it would boast equipment, just looked around a lot. It is a completely military facility.

Inside that wide hangar, only one TF was housed.

But that TF just stands, indescribably powerful, intimidating, as if he were the ruler of this place... prestigious, standing before me.

"Kaguya, you know what this fuselage is?

"No, I don't know... I've never seen a TF like this before..."

The base skeleton (frame) in pitch black gives a sense of heaviness and weapon-like bonelessness, but the brilliant blue outer armor (armor) is somewhere divine.

The size looks slightly larger than the standard TF of 15 meters, maybe 18 meters. For his height, he looked more stylish and fit than the familiar Harrier.

But what is most intimidating to this aircraft will be its facade, not its size.

The large V-shaped blade antenna that grows from the forehead also looks like a corner from its size. And the face is a very rare twin-eyed camera eye. Its eyes were sharp, and the face guard covering its mouth also looked shaped like a fangy mouth - like, a ghost face.

"A new tactical frame...... you're telling me these military weapons were built in the basement of the school!?

"No, Leon, you don't... maybe he's not just what he looks like? It's more of a game design than a real military TF."

New Gene also has real life TFs, but players who challenge ranking battles use more of the game's original TFs. So, because it's a game, many airframes are stylish because they will be designed with an emphasis on cool over practicality.

This blueghost-like TF is also likely to be in the game, or quite similar to my love machine.

"But with such a big piece of equipment, do you make stuff like that?

Now if there's a coin in the school hangar, I can honestly believe it's a Haribote TF to be exhibited at the school festival... however you look at it, it seems like a new TF developed in top secret, as Leon put it.

"If this is a secret place, it would be weird for us to come in in the first place."

Even if it's not a secret, if you enter a military facility without permission, you can't complain about being shot relentlessly, whether you're a woman or a child.

If some glitch had opened the way so far, maybe we'd be safer to get out of here without anyone finding us... so it's the end of the line.

"I don't even know what this place is. I can't seem to see anyone else..."

In the end, there are things I don't understand, and there's no way to be sure. What I can strongly say is that this place seems safer than a residential area where Ares troops storm?

Suddenly, a giant monitor was deployed in the middle of the hangar, as if to give us information that would make such an unknown sense and unknown circumstance.

A large monitor floating in the air is a projected AR screen. It is an occasional facility that can be seen all over the city or at events.

"Is this a reflection of what's going on outside?

"Looks like it."

The screen is divided into four parts, showing footage of multiple locations. One reflected a familiar view of the main school building, the other the dormitories of the school and the other two of the burning central streets.

The footage of the city showed a slightly fallen figure and a black shadow caught in flames. I can't get a sense of reality because I'm trying to get through the screen.

But that's disgusting.

"Been, ah... Hey, Kaguya, look at that one"

"What?

Like some other HR, all I had to do was stare at the footage of a city that was shattered and destroyed, but Leon raised his chopped voice.

The unpleasant feeling ran all over my body, but I quickly understood what Leon had found.

"Dude, no, you're lying!?

For some reason, the zoomed up footage showed the face I saw.

"Yuka!"

Unexpectedly, Leon screamed her name like that.

Yes, I can't even see it differently, and it must be Dongyun Yuka that's showing up there right now.

A few other female students are also moving in right next door. I recognize that beautiful little silver-haired kid or something, so maybe he's a member of the student council.

They're in the school grounds. There are a large number of other students there, but the problem is… that a group of Yuka are being gunned down by soldiers of the Ares army.

Apparently, seriously, the soldiers were on board inside the school as well. Where they flew from, there are as many as three military transporters landing on the ground.

And whether he was going to take it hostage or slaughter it, a real special forces equipped Ares soldier wearing a rugged rifle and armor jacket was gathering students on the ground to surround him.

It's about Yuka, who has a strong sense of justice and care, maybe he went poorly against Ares soldiers. As a result, it would obviously mean that the gun is aimed at her.

I can't hear the audio from the footage alone, but still, I didn't feel alive that the rifle would erupt on some clap.

"Yuka... I need to go help Yuka"

"If only!? Leon, you can't do anything sole!

"Then you're telling me to shut up and watch!

Damn, I just said my head was blanking when I saw my first love childhood tame pinch, and Leon screamed to help right away.

I don't care what you think, I can't, I'm impotent, I haven't thought about it later, but still, Leon had the real courage to help.

Yes, this is the difference between me and Leon.

"There are dozens of enemy soldiers, and they're fully armed. How can we help Yuka now? You want me to change hostages, but you're going to negotiate?

So, are you going to throw up an honest argument and stop Leon from being impotent?

I know, the truth is, I just envy the courage of not skipping us and jumping out to help her.

"... ride him"

I guess Leon himself is aware of the impotence. I looked up at this blue-sided tactical frame, as I entrusted a bitter decision, but a glimmer of hope.

"You're not moving! He's either a real new TF, or he's just a halibut!

If you normally think about it, it's locked and you can't get in the cockpit, and getting in won't allow you to start. If you're a real military weapon, you can't be authenticated with a student ID.

In the first place, even if it moves, how do you say you get out of this hangar? No sign of any doors or hatches opening.

"No, even if you move, if you go outside, Gaul will come out before you finish that soldier."

"Still, the only way to help Yuka is to bet on him! Please, Kaguya, help me. You expect to be my best friend...... please!!

"To me... what can I do..."

"I can do it, me and you, any impotence!

You idiot, you must be talking about when you were a kid. The kid prank and the real war. Then the wack is too different.

"I can... even now..."

But what came out with my mouth is a word that contradicts my heart.

What, what are you talking about, now that I'm such a plain, deep-rooted, pitiful man, you think I can do something?

"Kaguya, I can do it with you. Me and you, help Yuka."

No, I wanted to do something, I thought.

Now that I'm here, as Leon's best friend, I...

"Hey, Leon, you, how's your TF piloting training going?

"Huh?"

"Fine, what did you do last year?"

"A".

"I was a plus"

The only highest rating I've ever won. It's just that for a year, I've been sandbacking Mr. Dreadnote, and I was wondering if you could appreciate it so far. Extreme honor.

"I'll ride."

"Kaguya!"

"I'm a better TF pilot. Leon, you're too weak."

"That's about the game, isn't it!?

"That game is also a real simulator. Gaul's performance, mobility, arming, I've got all the information on him in my head."

Yes, even if it's not the game's love machine that maneuvers, the TF 'Gaul' move you fought there is real.

I have an advantage that Leon doesn't have: enemy intelligence and combat experience.

"Gaul, who broke into the colony, was a three-aircraft formed bazooka gear. Even on a Harrier, that's about it, you can get away with it."

"But... only to you, in the eyes of danger..."

"Look, Leon, I'm gonna move him first. When you get outside, crush the soldiers with a quick attack. You take Yuka and the rest of the students and evacuate this far. Only you, the student chairman, can make a single call to everyone to move it."

A guy like me said, "Get out of here! shouting," but no one will move. Who is it? Temei is in a state.

"Kaguya, what then?"

"You've decided to run away. If you miss the Yuccas well, I'll be straight out of the harbor. When the situation settles, come and collect it properly."

"Speak impotently"

"It's more realistic than me knocking down all the gaul I've broken in on my own, right?

It's a rescue operation like it's rough or a hole or some kid's delusion that's not on that level, but honestly, it seems like this is the only way to help Yuka survive, me and Leon.

"... ok, let's go with this"

"Okay, well, first off, I'm gonna get on him. Leon can't manipulate the hatch at some point. If we can't get out there, we won't talk."

"Oh, okay - Kaguya, I'm sorry"

"You asked me out."

"You did...... I asked you, Kaguya"

"Oh, leave it to me, Leon"

That's how we ran in each direction.

"... please, it's all on you"

Look up at the blue and black tactical frame, which stands dignified in the style of the king, and twinkle. Oh, you never prayed to God more seriously than you did now.

Hope it works? May we help Yuka?

No, now it's just, as long as he moves for me, that's fine. If you're going to fight on TF, then I'm not leaving you to God's luck anymore. Only my strength says things.

So there's nothing I can do about it until I climb the battle mound to see if he moves. So I just have to pray.

No, really, please, you.

Climb the talap that leads to the cockpit on your chest as you get more and more anxious. Damn, nervous and anxious, my hand holding the ladder is going to slip with sweat. If you fall down here and die, you're a hell of a moron.

"All right, the cockpit's open!

Did my wish go through, the cockpit hatch automatically opened at the same time as I climbed. Apparently, the hatch was set to launch mode, without even locking.

I just slipped into the cockpit and sat on an unfamiliar shaped seat.

"It's an unusual console... but the basics are the same"

This would have ended if it had been a completely new way of manipulating it. It's around a unique cockpit that I've never even seen in a game, but it's still definitely a full control system with TF common pseudo-neural connecting terminals (fairy rings).

However, I am quite concerned that the main device, a large circular monitor-type pseudo-neural connection terminal (fairy ring), is deployed in double, no, triple. I don't think one or two of these will change the amount and speed of electrical signals in the human brain that we interact with... well, the problem is, we're ahead of us.

"Hey, please, react, the power's on!

I get anxious everywhere, screaming at dark monitors. Since the hatch opened automatically, it should not mean that the power is empty and completely stopped.

But it's most likely locked on this cockpit console. Naturally, there's no such thing as a power switch, and even though the pilot's on board like this, if it doesn't show any reaction...

"Please present your student ID. If the ID is not presented, the machine will not be allowed to run."

"I got it!!

I've never thought this mechanical guidance audio would be more appreciated.

Or he said exactly the same thing as Harrier, the school's practice airframe.

"So he's also a practicing machine? No, I don't care - look, just authenticate, 2-C, it's Starsea Kaguya!

I rushed out the student notebook, sticking it out toward the monitor just like my usual classes.

"Two Year Group C, Starsea Kaguya, Certification"

"All right, ahhh! We did it, Leon!!

Move, man, move! Now the biggest problem is clear.

Triple-deployed circular ring monitors illuminate one after the other, causing high-speed, glowing strings to flow. Startups are good. But it's a little dazzling.

"Nerve connection, standby. Sit deeply on the seat and set your hands and feet on the controller"

Not to mention already. I plugged my hands and feet into a creepy black monochrome controller while feeling nervous similar to when I first got into a real TF at this school.

"Set Confirmation - Connecting"

All right, it worked. Now at the next moment, my vision switches to his camera eye, and the fuselage completely turns into hands and feet.

"The Arcadia School Network has Starsea Kaguya, fuselage configuration data. Reflect?

"Huh?"

I've been asked to authenticate myself from the minute I started it.

My fuselage configuration data? No, I used to mess with Harrier's fuselage settings a little around a year ago, but is that what you mean? Arcadia School Network, what an information on our school's local net, that's all I can think of.

Yeah, I don't care about those old settings.

"Okay, hurry up."

"Copy that. Feedback on airframe configuration data for player name Tsukimi - registration complete"

"Eh."

What did you just say?

"All authentications completed -" EXCELLION "activated"

A flash of vision darkening.

And, as usual, as a matter of course, soon my sight will return.

"... Excellion"

That's his name.

It's not a mistake to hear. My vision is already directly connected to the camera eye and the eye of the fuselage itself.

Then, not only can the view outside be displayed in the TF's field of view, but the simplified radar, communication screen, fuselage data, and so on can also be displayed optionally.

Right now, at the edge of the field of vision is the simplest fuselage data to display in a human silhouette. On top of that, the name of the tactical frame is also noted in the set.

"Excellion," the way you read it should fit in Excellion.

That's a pretty cool name. I knew it was more like a fictional weapon of the game than a military weapon.

"- Kaguya! You made a move!

"Oh, we did it, Leon! It just moves!

Respond immediately to Leon's voice that has sounded. Just talk normally, the audio travels outside.

"All right, this one's ready, too! That's where the transport lift is, now we're going outside!

Ooh, Leon seems to have found a way to move the equipment well, too. Seriously, you're twisted that you can discover this in such a short time.

"Are you okay over there?

"When you get up, I'm going in another elevator. If only the enemy could do something about it, we'd be able to evacuate everyone so far!

All right, that's good, the problem's all clear now. Sometimes a divine favor may be good.

Now, after that, it depends on my arm and so on.

"Kaguya, I asked you! But don't be impotent!

"I know, leave it to me."

A shitty buzzer rings and a golden net-like shutter descends where the fuselage stands. The spot where he stands is a lift, so he should lift us to the school without moving a step like this.

The ceiling shutters open one after the other. From the bottom of the well, I feel like I'm looking up. How far is it to the surface?

Thus, the lift slowly began to rise, making a painful noise with the gown gown.

"... slow"

How many minutes does it take to get on top of this? We fight every minute of every second of every day, and it's a life-threatening crisis for a cute little kid.

They say the road is clear...... damn, it's a little dangerous, but you want to try?

Maybe with this feeling, you can do it. Su, ha, and after one deep breath, decide to be ready.

"Come on, let's go, your power, let me see - Excelion, let's go!!

With the feeling of stepping in with a full open accelerator, I sprayed the main booster for fuselage propulsion, and I, no, Excelion flew away.

The vast Arcadia School grounds, which presuppose TF piloting training. In the middle of it, suddenly, there was a big hole, and a single tactical frame popped out of it - as you would have seen from the guy outside.

"- That's an awesome output! If you fly in good shape, you're gonna hit the ceiling, Coz."

From the frustratingly slow lift of the ascent and descent speed, I jumped out of the narrow shaft in a vertical flight to the school.

I realise the booster output on this short flight, incomparable with Harrier. Accelerate to flight speed, double the harrier, no, it seems more than triple.

"It's a hell of a new model, you"

Well, the ability to fly is awesome, but what about the actual motor performance? If he's like a race aircraft that specializes only in linear flight speeds, we can't expect him to be capable of combat, but...

"Damn, Gaul's already nasty!

Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be time for a long preparatory exercise to confirm. All of a sudden I just have to try it in action.

There was already a red and white Ares military aircraft, Gaul, in front of me when I stepped down to the ground.

Shit, I thought Gaul Squad went to college, but you're saying this school side is coming at once to try to control it, too?

For one thing, just one plane on the ground. According to the simple radar, the school appears to have two more gauls. But I'm still rushing over here because I was away. At this speed, we have 30 seconds to get there.

"Second only to TF of unknown affiliation. Stop the fuselage immediately and surrender! Warning, move and I'll shoot!

The opponent receives a voice from a normal loudspeaker and a warning on an open channel.

Gaul's boneless assault rifle muzzle has already been pointed at me. Did you issue a warning because you are certain that this colony has already been subdued?

The voice of a magnificent man, I see, is this the real soldier.

"You're kidding me, you're the ones who suddenly come out and tear me down!

There's no point in arguing like an idiot or anything, but if I hadn't screamed like this, oh, I'd be crushed by nervousness.

I can't believe I can point a gun at you from Gaul, it's too obvious in the game to even be aware, but he's undoubtedly real, and if hit... pray to the boulders, he's not thin enough field and paper armor to fall out of armor in one shot.

"This is the last time, if you don't stop the fuselage now, I'll shoot you!

"Ugh, you bastard, just from our school..."

Let's go, Excelion, you can do it.

With strange certainty, I ran out all at once.

"- Get the fuck out!!

Gaul's rifle sprays fire. A dazzling blue-white muzzle flash and so much shooting sound that the tympanic membrane is about to tear, a big bullet for the pair of TFs is thrown out in a blast.

It can't even be visible to the naked eye, such as the bullet released. But somehow, I can see the line coming from the rifle.

I'm not psychic or that kind of occult. I just thought it felt the same as the game.

I don't know how far in real life the feelings I developed in the simulator's game go, but this is the only one I have.

So don't get lost, don't hesitate, move!

"Whoa."

The feeling of running out, surprisingly, is light. With my bare feet, I even feel like I'm stepping on the ground dirt.

The TF's full control system is an operating method that directly reflects human movement, but it is not necessarily 100%, and varies greatly depending on lug and fuselage performance. Basically, TF moves inferior to real people. It's a giant body of machinery, yes. It can't be moving so lightly, naturally.

That's why improvements in athleticism and reactivity continue to be made so that we can get closer to human movement - what, this movement of excellence?

It's not comparable to the Harrier you always ride, lightness, speed. And most importantly, the acuteness of the five senses.

Impossible, so much manipulation in real life TF. He's like, a move in the game itself.

"I can go, if this!

Same as when I'm playing New Gene's rankings, no, with more exhilaration and concentration, I turn into an excellence and run through the ground.

Turn up the dirt smoke, it should be running at a tremendous rate, but time even feels like it's in slow motion.

Every step, two steps, or approach, you realize the fear and pressure of a real bullet unleashed by a Gaul rifle... but if you can move just like the game, you don't need to freak out on a single rifle anywhere.

"Damn, stupid, why not!?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Diving through the fire line as I feel it, I reach the distance I can reach Gaul. If we get this far, as soon as possible, it's not between guns.

I guess Gaul understands that, too. I let go of my rifle and reach for Tomahawk, which is mounted behind my hips - slowly!

I slapped the fist I shook up into the first eye of Gaul as much as I could.

KINN, GOON!!

sounds overlapping with a tall bell-like tone and a dull metal sound that

Exelion's right straight buzzed its 15-meter giant as it stunningly submerged Gaul's face.

"Whoa, that's awesome power, I didn't know you'd get out of the field with one punch"

I'm a little surprised as I beat myself up.

The tactical frame could be the protagonist of the battlefield, as could the operating system and fuselage that easily move the human robot, but the biggest reason is defense.

A kind of barrier is mounted on all TFs, called 'Photonfield'.

A versatile shield that blocks a variety of destructive forces, including physical energy, heat, etc. With him, neither tanks nor fighters are enemies. Anyway, the cannons and missiles don't work.

Why only TF can use Photonfield is one of the mysteries of energy-sourced photons, but I don't care now.

Anyway, the defense of the TF is a combination of the output of this font field and the armor being enhanced with photons.

The fact that I took a punch and dented Gaul's face demonstrates that Excelion's striking power has as much awesome power as it has Photonfield and reinforced armor to destroy both at the same time.

However, the machine, TF, does not necessarily have a fatal weakness in the head. It is the pilot who can be described as the brains that move the body, and it is the cockpit on the chest that has Soitz.

"Gu, uh..."

Unexpectedly, Gaul, who was falling on his back, rises, leaking groans like that.

Bad, if we don't decide next time, reinforcements will rush. But it's going to take some time to knock it off with just a punch.

Oh, yeah, weapons! Is there any weapon?

I can't believe you're just thinking about going out anyway and forgetting about the most important weapon. But there's no way we can afford to go back to that hangar and look for weapons.

"Armed indication!

If I tried screaming at no source, my vision showed additional next to the fuselage data and the weapon I was equipped with.

Right now, there are two weapons that Excelion has.

As I approached Gaul, who was getting up, I did not get lost and pulled out the weapon I had on my left hip.

"'Starsword,' pull the knife!

At the same time as pulling it out, it was the blade of light that appeared.

It was a body formed exclusively of photon energy, with blue light.

"Whoa, are you serious? Here!

"No way, it's a photon blade!?

I pulled out my sword, and the gaul pilot who saw it, at the same time it feels somewhere Manuke to be surprised, but no one will be surprised to see him.

TF melee weapons are essentially enhanced by flushing or wrapping photons, but they only exist in the game, such as weapons that form blades with only the energy of photons. In modern times, fictional weapons, not yet in the practical phase, are only called 'full photon beamsavers' as pseudonyms.

It even comes out with weapons like this, so I seriously wonder if Excelion is the one who's been out of the game.

But I can't even be surprised. Now we fight for a second, in the middle of a life-threatening battle.

If he's real, there's no sword I can count on more.

"Haaaa!

Against Gaul standing up, pulling the tomahawk out of his hips and swinging - my slaughter is faster. Plus, the Starsword reach is long.

"Whoa, whoa!"

The blue blade of light doubles Gaul's torso in one breath.

Incredible, awesome cleavage. Apparently, he's also a real superweapon.

Excellion with the power of Starsword and the athletic performance that reproduces the behavior I do in the game 100% in real life.

Really, what the hell is he? It's not just a new model. If there were more than one airframe with such specs, seriously, the world's military balance would collapse.

I bet you are, 'cause, look at this result.

I'm just a student of root darkness gamers, and I beat the real soldier, Ares, against the military plane.

"Ha... ha..."

I just slashed Gaul with a knife, and with a knife that I would return like a half habit, I slashed him down to the neck, and I stopped moving on the spot.

What shall we do?

Momentum knocked me down. No matter how much TF, if your neck and torso are each severed, you can't move anymore.

But the cockpit is safe. This means that the pilot on board is still alive.

Keep pushing your chest with your sword and you'll catch a snag.

"You're gonna kill me... I'm gonna kill people..."

I'm a New Gene gamer and a real TF pilot. That is why I intend to understand very well the distinction between virtual and reality.

There's no way you can kill someone when you have the right to take them alive. No matter how much, you can't tell me how you feel about murder at school.

No, let's not, you can just leave it like this. Anyway, this gaul is not moving. I've succeeded in becoming powerless, so...

"Oh my... this new model is too dangerous... you become a threat to my Ares!

"Become!?

So, are you stupid or what?!? Open the cockpit hatch, he's out there!

I can't see my face because I'm dressed in a white and red colored pilot suit, just like Gaul, and my head is wearing a full-face met. But I know he's a tough guy, with a forged flesh, because he's in a pilot suit like a wetsuit with a body line out.

The pilot, who looked like such a soldier, held the rifle in his hand and stood dignified.

"God of War bless Ares!!

The pilot fired a rifle after shouting at the ruling complaints of the Royal Ares Army.

What a stupid and pointless act. I don't care how many size guns a person has, they don't scratch one TF where they shoot.

I'm just watching that stupid act while I'm in a safe place called the Excellion Cockpit. From what I see as assimilating to TF, his figure is nothing but a tiny bug at his feet. Instantly muzzle flash at gunpoint, I don't feel like a threat or anything.

"Uh-oh."

It's supposed to be, but I was scared.

Whoever saw him, couldn't possibly be the enemy, turned to a giant humanoid weapon, shot him alive, and I felt like a real killer.

This is the intention to kill. Hostility. Whatever it is, for his own life, he says it's the one he has to kill - for him, it's me.

"Ohhhhhh!!

I was almost unconscious.

If I'd known, I would have sworn Gaul's chest off. That too, so that only the surface can be seen beautifully. The cockpit that remains open has no scars or burn marks to follow.

But only the pilots of the Ares, who were supposed to have been there, had disappeared.

Naturally, the human body evaporates easily if the TF is touched by a body with calories that can be broken off from field to field. One piece of flesh, one piece of bone, don't stay.

……

Often, bewildered.

I can't keep up with understanding that I've killed people without any real feelings.

My head turns bright white, but the tall electronic sound of - Peppy, pulled me back into reality.

"Yes, there's still Gaul left!

Two planes approaching are finally boarding the ground.

"Come on, you're lying, you're really fucked!

"Don't be alarmed, it would be a rumored new model - let's go!

Because of this distance, the conversation can be picked up openly. Over there and over here, you must be hearing voices.

The two Gaul are willing to kill from the start, seeing that their allies have already been hit. One had an assault rifle and the other had a bazooka.

And I still blew it off without warning. First of all, a guy with a rifle knocks in a storm of guns and bullets.

At this distance, and even if you take a full auto shot at just one aircraft, you can avoid it at your leisure if you're a game spec excellence in real life.

In due course, if I bust him with a starsword just like the guy I just did, that's going to get Keri on - damn, this standing is bad.

Yes, I'm not the only one on this ground. We have Yuka, the rescuer, and a lot of other students.

"Stop, you idiot, if you shoot a bazooka, you'll blow every ally!

You know the opponent also has soldiers on his side deployed on the ground. But the bazooka's aim is directed at Pittari and me...

"The idiots are temei, it's like declaring that both the students (kids) will be hostages!

Bastard, seriously, I'm going to shoot you.

At the expense of many allies, but you want to defeat me, Excelion.

"Damn, wait, don't!

No, you can't leave the student herd now, but you're not going to make it anymore.

Damn, it sucks...... but there's no other way, we have to do it.

I'll be the shield.

"Whoa, whoa! Full Photonfield!!

"How dare you do our captain, die!!

Jump into the rays of the bazooka yourself. He's not an amateur either, he's definitely locked on. At this time, Bazooka was let go.

In front of a warhead that looks like a giant sphere of fire, there's nothing I can do but set up a guard to cross my arms. All you have to do is pray to God that you can stand one shot?

Zudo ooh!!

Boom and a blast of burning rush through - it should be, but the impact was less than I thought.

"Oh, it can't be... you say it's intact!?

"Wow, seriously, it's intact..."

Thanks to the amazing Bazooka bastard, I was able to calmly check the condition of my fuselage, too.

A black blast of smoke, beautifully spherical, flows around me. Yes, the range of spheres that this black smoke avoids is the photon field that Excellion expands.

"What an output, a battleship-like field on a TF stand-alone aircraft!

Rifle holding is right. The Photonfield that Excellion has deployed has tremendous defenses.

Photon's revealing blue and white phosphorescence drifts in a spherical shape. Dressed like a sphere of light.

In normal TF photon fields, only at the moment of impact, the phosphorescent light like particles of light just scatters like a spark...... it is unlikely that the field is generating enough to see this light clearly with the naked eye unless it is a large weapon in the battleship class with a giant photon reactor.

"Even if Bazooka hits it straight, the gauge is only shredded a tenth...... awesome defense"

A gauge showing the output of the photon field is also displayed in the part of the fuselage data. This indication is also a basic indication in the TF, which relies on the field for defense.

It appears in a single blue gauge, like a game, and when this reaches zero, the field disappears.

If Bazooka was just as direct in Harrier, the gauge would blow up in one shot, critical and whether armor could withstand it, etc. Harrier's not a particularly weak wacko, the standard TF field output is all like this.

If you had all this defense, you could beat them that the new freshman moved it.

But with so many shots fired at Bazooka, this time it would suck if the Yukas were caught in an explosion. We need to get Keri on before they shoot us next.

"Then I'll punch you in as many shots as I want! I don't know until that field disappears!!

His bazooka can be loaded three times into a missile magazine stabbed in the back. There are still missiles left, but for the next bullet to be autoloaded, uh, but was this type four seconds?

Anyway, by the time I shoot the next one, that's all I'm saying.

"Let it, oops!!

There are no ranged weapons. So I threw a sword at him in a different way.

You can break it off with a single blow, it's Photon's blade. Just throwing it at me was enough to stab Gaul.

"Ugh -"

Not aiming incorrectly, the starsword thrown hit the middle of the bazooka holding chest. I guess the only reason I even canceled the disconnected demon's voice was because it's already completely extinguished in the cockpit.

I already killed one. Then what's the second one?

And most importantly, he wasn't just after me, he was after the Yukas. There's no reason to keep him alive.

"Oops - but throwing away the only weapon is stupid!

"Who put only one sword on it!

With all his strength, he runs to the last rifle holding.

It still responds with full auto shooting streaks, but with the field output of Excelion, it takes a short shot to be intact. I can blur a little more than a dodging action that doesn't hit a single shot, so with just the minimum dodging motion I need, I'm fleshy on him.

"Fuck, fast!

Finally, pinch one feint and jump into Gaul's nostalgia. He's not completely out of line with my move.

"Whoa!!

And rolled out, not a punch, but a knife.

The guy with the name 'Aether Dagger' on it is the last weapon that Excelion was equipped with.

Around the thighs, one left and one right, there are two. But one bottle is enough to stop him.

I stuck my pulled out blue-white, shiny photon-coated blade to my chest without getting lost.

"Phew... ha... Yay, I did it..."

Gakuri, and watching Gaul fall in without losing his pilot, crush.

Even now, the sound of the dokudoku and heart is softened and I notice a dokudoku cold sweat coming out of my face.

But not yet, not yet, not to the grumpy wax.

"We need to help Yuka..."

I look back at Gaul's wreckage to the group of Yukas and students who are still in the ground.

Around it also remains a fully armed Ares soldier.

As long as we don't get rid of them, Yuka's safety won't be guaranteed.

Forced to restrain the feeling of trembling, I say away.

"Hey, Ares' soldiers, let our students go now and get the hell out of here. I'll save your life."

Infantry units with guns and tactical frames. I don't even have to think about which power is better, etc.

So, please, think commonsense and give up that you can't do it anymore. At the time of the emergence of this new non-standard TF called Excellion, it won't be possible for you guys to carry out your mission no matter how hard you try!

"... stop the fuselage and surrender now, after the TF you don't belong to. Otherwise, I can't guarantee the lives of the students here."

"You idiot! I'm the one holding Temei's life! All of you, it's already locked on. Make some strange moves and the Photon Laser will burn you out in an instant!

"I won't say it again. We're serious. Let's start with some shooting as a show - hey, get the students out there in front."

Damn it, damn it! Shit, shit, what are you gonna do, I kind of figured it out, but it's just TF standing. So, wasn't that a threat?

Well, then yes, it's quicker for them to put a bullet in the students than to trample down soldiers in Excelion.

And they've already figured out that the student hostages are valid against me.

It's me who's cornered.

"Career ah!

"Come on, let go of me!

The soldier dragged Yuka and the silver-haired kid next to him out to show me the way he was closest, or he was poking a gun in the first place.

They both get their hair grabbed abusively and rolled to the ground. And the soldiers are side-by-side, setting up rifles.

"Yuka!

"Lying... is that voice, Kaguya...?

"Apparently, you know him. It's really convenient. Listen, TF pilot, wait ten seconds. If you don't come down within ten seconds, I'll shoot this woman in the head."

"Wait, stop, you know what I mean, if you do that, I'll clean you up and I'll kill you all"

"Ten, nine, eight"

Slowly, the count begins.

"Relax, even you guys should spare your lives, isn't your family and lovers waiting on Mars!

"Seven, six, five."

I see a silver-haired kid shaking up with zero large tears and a yuka that leans down like he gave up somewhere.

Even in front of those two girls, they showed no sign of putting the gun down at all.

"Don't lick me, I mean it, I'll kill you guys"

"Four, three, two."

"... I'm sorry, Kaguya, that's enough"

Come this far, will you give up?

I'm here to help you.

Plus, I can't pull it off later. I killed three people. Then if you say ten or a hundred more are enemies, I'll let you kill them.

"One, zero, too bad, shoot -"

"Interpersonal photon laser activated, all, kill"

Dozens of blue laser beams are released from the palms of Excellion.

Like a spotlight illuminating a stage actor, that laser conjured up an Ares soldier who stood precisely with a gun - and, the moment he touched it, turned it into two truths.

I knew it from the beginning. As I was on the lift slowly ascending, the first thing I checked was whether Excelion was equipped with features for interpersonal attacks.

The result is this. An interpersonal photon laser was incorporated into both palms of his hand.

Interpersonal weapons that irradiate a very small output of photon lasers sufficient to kill humans are occasionally loaded with TF. The great thing about Excellion is its precise irradiation accuracy and number of lock-ons.

I had locked on every soldier already deployed on the ground at the stage where I called them to surrender. Later, it was my intention, a laser flying in at the speed of light, to make the biological soldier beautifully straight in two.

It means we couldn't harm the hostages if we didn't beat them.

But when they said I was after them with a photon laser, they didn't believe it was haphazard. On the contrary, if I had been more shooting lasers in the show, they would still have shot guns at the students.

So I didn't have a choice between shooting everyone or not shooting a single shot.

The hell with this blow, I guess I killed dozens of people. The number of lock-ons that were displayed was exhaustive because I would dare pretend not to look at them.

"... are you okay, Yuka"

"Lie, Kaguya... this, this is terrible..."

"Yuka!

So, Leon shouted.

Make sure I get rid of the soldiers, they must have popped up. Perfectly on schedule, thanks.

I couldn't find any more words for Yuka right now.

Because her eyes, they were frightened. What do I look like to her when I instantly kill a large number of soldiers?

Ha, no, it's decided.

This is the look of this excellence. Like a ghost, it would be decided to be visible.

The second fleet of the Royal Ares Army, the flagship Nemea, anchored the seventh school city colony, Arcadia, at a critical distance from the range of the main artillery.

It is a super-documented giant battleship that has gathered the finest of the kingdom's technology. Hull enough to double the ship led, only quietly silent now.

The CIC (Combat Command Post), the hub equal to the moving space fortress, protected by a huge photon field and thick composite metal armor, and the Great Battleship Nemea, was now pale and informative in order to carry out a must-win ambush operation.

"- Report. Complete control of the overriding goal 'University of Arcadia'"

"Seal all ports. All ships sailing in disregard of warnings sink"

"Alpha Squadron, reach the colony's core block"

All the information we can gather is an indication that the operation is going according to a prior simulation.

Something irregular can't possibly happen. Are you so sure that Captain Beltran, who listens to the report, is always on the verge.

Do the obvious, do the obvious. But that consciousness didn't have a minute of alarm, and CIC continued to have tense tensions.

"The boulders are a fantastic handiwork for the famous Second Fleet Attack Team."

But to be heard in CIC on a mission sounds so elegant and serene that it is out of place.

In flattery, the captain's eyebrows move pickly.

After a beat of silence, the captain responded to the words, somewhere tannic and so forth.

"It's an honor and a compliment. If the Holy Knight appreciates you, let the generals rejoice."

A full response from the captain, a boneless martial artist.

With that in mind, the Holy Knight, the man called, still replied with an elegant laugh.

"But don't be alarmed. This must be the mountain range for this operation."

"Ha..."

Operation Surprise is already in good shape.

Complete control of the colony is now in place, which also ensures the highest priority objective. According to pre-information, the colony doesn't have enough defense left to fight back on this side. No, in the first place, even if it's in perfect condition, it doesn't have as much power to fight this second fleet as any other.

Cutting edge in cutting-edge technology development. But it is peaceful but undefended that it is upheld by several treaties.

In such a place, a second fleet headed by the military power, the Royal Army of Ares, came out in total. Instead of struggling, it's not even possible to lose a single TF plane.

"Ho, report! Bravo 5th Platoon Reaction Lost!

At that time, the voice of the cut report rises from one of the operators.

"Stupid, impossible. Not with a temporary communication failure?

"No, the communication is in good condition, no doubt, this is..."

The operator breathes.

Kingdom-military, always calm. That's how you're supposed to be beaten up in cadet school, but it looks totally unusual.

This is why the young man these days, along with the really old smelly frustration, prompted the captain to report.

"5th Platoon, Lost all aircraft reactions... we're wiped out."

"Oh my God!

Unexpectedly, the captain also has a rough voice.

The fifth platoon is a unit of three Gaul aircraft formations. As the operational unit of the TF unit is minimal, but the more instantly it is wiped out, a tactical frame is not a nasty weapon.

But if in reality as many as three TFs were instantly destroyed, does the enemy have a fair number of them, or how powerful they are equipped?

The captain resents the neglect of the intelligence department to find out if there were any deficiencies in the colony's defensive force investigation.

"Situation report! What the hell happened?"

"Please wait... video, I'm coming out"

In the center of the giant main monitor, the video recording of the last moment captured by the destroyed fifth platoon is shown.

That's a sight no one would expect. In no way was it a scene where massive TF troops were attacking, overwhelming three gauls, or targeted by battleship-class artillery, but just footage of an imminent enemy.

It's a horrible facade, ghost, no one's ever seen. Blue ghost tactical frame.

"Hey, what, this is... no way, this is the new model of an example"

Too heterogeneous a design that stands out from the existing TF. And more importantly, the mobility that wields a full photon beam saber and runs through it at super high speeds enough to see the remnants, which should not yet be practical.

The captain suspected my eyes in the footage of the fifth platoon being destroyed for just a few seconds.

"hehe...... still woke up"

Everyone was in a breathtaking sense of urgency, and just one of the Holy Knights laughed like he couldn't contain it.

"Wonderful, oh so wonderful... that is the vessel that truly deserves to be dedicated to Her Majesty the Queen"

"Do you know that new model?"

Did you know and keep it a secret? Needless to say, the captain asked the Holy Knight, who would have hidden decisive information that would have forced his men to sacrifice.

But the Holy Knight laughing with satisfaction everywhere - no, I can't peek at that expression more than wearing a mask on his face, but still, he answered the Captain's question in a superior mood.

"Oh, even if I knew. That's where the tactical frame originated and culminated -"

Only the four men with the rank of Holy Knight in the Army of the Kingdom of Ares and the Queen will know all the truth. But there's less to the secret of its existence than the fact that the real thing has appeared here now.

Therefore, "The Sacred Knight of Red" Sirius reveals the identity of the Blue Ghost Tactical Frame.

- Excellion.