The seasoned mech pilot grumbled as he took a few steps forward, only to realize that the young mech pilot hadn't followed him.
Irritated, he turned back and snapped, "Are you really a mech pilot, girl? Or are you just like the others, trying to slack off?"
The thought that this old man in front of her might be her grandfather, her idol, made Lora clench her fist involuntarily.
She softly asked, "May I ask, what is your name?"
"Why bother asking for a name? No respect for your elders!"
Des impatiently tapped Lora's head.
Although it seemed intimidating, it didn't hurt at all, as if an elder was lightly reprimanding a younger one.
Lora was taken aback.
She thought that if she had truly grown up under her great-grandfather's care, he would react the same way when she made mistakes, impatiently tapping her head.