17:- Cornfield

"I'm going out after lunch. " said Mikazuki looking at Kudelia. "Hey, Mika!" said Ichiro as he and Bladwin approached Mika. "Oh Ichiro wanna come with us." said Mika as he turned towards Ichiro. Ichiro thought for a while and answered "Okay we'll go."

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Amid the vast expanse of the Martian landscape, where crimson soil stretched out towards the horizon, there lay a humble cornfield. It was a place untouched by the looming presence of Mobile Suits and Mobile Worker. Here, the simplicity of life prevailed, and the quiet rustling of cornstalks in the Martian breeze was the only symphony that played.

Mikazuki, Ichiro, Bladwin, Biscuit, Kudelia, and Fumitan stood at the edge of the cornfield, surrounded by a sea of golden-green stalks that swayed gently in response to the Martian winds. The tranquil beauty of the scene was a stark contrast to the chaos and danger they often faced as members of Tekkadan.

"Excuse me, where are we?" asked Kudelia as she stared at the field's. "Miss Sakura's field." replied Mika. "Miss Sakura?" asked Kudelia not knowing who she was . "She's my grandmother." replied Biscuit.

"Mikazuki." screamed Atra running toward's and waving at them. "Oh it's you, Miss Atra. You were here too?" asked Kudelia. "Yes and you too, Miss Kudelia?" said Atra looking at everyone. "Bro." "Ichiro" screamed cookie and cracker as both of them ran toward's them.

"Kudelia is here too." said cookie. "You're right." agreed Cracker. "Can you cut vegetables now?" asked Cookie in a teasing tone. Both of them ran toward Ichiro. Ichiro picked both of them up. "hey Ichiro do you have our gift's?" asked both cookie and Cracker with puppy eye's. Ichiro cursed himself inward for forgetting a Key element.

"Ahm... You Mr. Bladwin was supposed to remind me of that but he did not. So..." before Ichiro could say anymore his hair were pulled by the two little angel's, who now looked like devil's to Ichiro.

Everyone laughed amused by this scene even Bladwin chuckled. "Okay Sor-rry can you stopp pulling themm." said Ichiro as he pleaded for mercy from the little Devil's. "Okay apology accepted next time be sure to take them." said as Cookie and Cracker released Ichiro's hair.

"You're here." "Miss Sakura." said Mikazuki to the grandmother of biscuit Miss Sakura. "Is that all of you." she said as she looked around. "Yes " said Mikazuki . "Okay then let's start." Miss Sakura said and started walking to the field's.

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"We have your clothes over there." said Biscuit as he led Kudelia and Fumitan toward the farm. "Ah Ichiro does Mr Bladwin need clothes." asked Biscuit. "No there is no need for that " Bladwin said. "Okay" Biscuit replied and left with Kudelia and Fumitan was staring at Bladwin.

"Are you gonna help in the Harvesting." asked Ichiro looking at Bladwin. "No I will be keeping an eye on everything" said Baldwin and left them. On the other side Mikazuki and Atra were talking.

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"So you brought Miss Kudelia too." asked Atra not looking at mika.

"Yeah." replied Mika in his stoic voice. "I see. wait that's..." said Atra looking at the bracelet tied around Mika's hand. "Huh, you made this for me, right, Atra?" asked Mikazuki as he lifted his hand to take a good look on the bracelet.

"Yes. That's a good luck charm. It matches mine." said Atra blushing . "Yes, thank you , Atra. " said Mikazuki his tone genuine. Atra blushed even more than before and gave Mikazuki a smile. And out of nowhere the voice of Ichiro came "Kiss!!!".

"Ichiro!!!" screamed Atra as she started running towards him.

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As Fumitan was diligently harvesting in the cornfield, her focus on the task at hand, she suddenly stumbled over a hidden root, losing her balance. She felt herself falling forward, unable to prevent her impending tumble into the dirt.

Just as she was about to hit the ground, strong arms reached out and caught her, preventing her from a painful fall. Fumitan blinked in surprise, her heart racing, and then she realized that she had been saved from the fall.

Looking up, she met the gaze of her savior, the mysterious figure known as Bladwin. His identity concealed behind a helmet, he had been quietly observing the scene. Fumitan couldn't see his expression, but she could sense a certain kindness and concern in his actions.

"Thank you," Fumitan said, her voice filled with gratitude. She adjusted her grip on the basket of harvested corn she had been carrying and steadied herself. "I appreciate your help."

Baldwin simply nodded, his masked face giving away nothing. With a silent understanding.

Fumitan couldn't help but wonder about the enigmatic man who had come to her rescue. Who was he? As she continued her work, she couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to Baldwin than met the eye, and she was determined to uncover the secrets that shrouded his true identity.

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An same scene happened a little far away.

As Ichiro and Kudelia were working together in the cornfield, the sun cast a warm and golden glow over the surroundings. They were both focused on the task of harvesting, their hands swiftly moving to gather the ripe corn. The atmosphere was peaceful, the only sounds being the rustling of the cornstalks and the occasional chirping of birds.

However, as they worked side by side, Kudelia found herself stealing glances at Ichiro, her heart beating a little faster each time. She had admired his strength and dedication, but there was something about him that drew her in, something she couldn't quite put into words. She wanted to know why he hated her , and being so close to him in this serene setting made her feel both nervous and excited.

Suddenly, as she was lost in her thoughts, Kudelia's foot caught on a root hidden beneath the soil. She began to stumble backward, a gasp escaping her lips as she braced herself for an inevitable fall. However, just before she could hit the ground, strong arms wrapped around her, preventing the tumble.

Startled, Kudelia looked up and found herself gazing into Ichiro's eyes. He had swiftly moved to catch her, his strong and capable arm's ensuring her safety. Kudelia couldn't help but feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Thank you, Ichiro," she said, her voice soft with gratitude. She adjusted her grip on the basket of harvested corn she had been carrying, her heart still racing from the near-fall. "You saved me."

Ichiro nodded and both of them returned to work.

As they continued their work in the cornfield. Kudelia couldn't shake off the memory of when Ichiro had told her that he hated her. It had stung, and she couldn't understand why he would say such a thing. The atmosphere between them had been pleasant since, but Kudelia couldn't let it go any longer.

Finally, unable to contain her curiosity, she decided to bring it up. With a slight nervousness in her voice, she turned to Ichiro and asked, "Ichiro, about what you said before... why did you tell me that you hated me?"

Ichiro continued to work, his tone stoic as he explained. "Your strong sense of justice, your determination to make things right... Honestly, I didn't like it. It felt naive to me, like you didn't understand the harsh reality of this world."

Kudelia listened intently, absorbing his words. "So, you still don't agree with my sense of justice?"

Ichiro sighed softly, glancing at her briefly. "I might not agree with it completely, but I've come to respect it. I've seen the impact you've had on Tekkadan, on the people around you. You've made a difference, and I can't deny that."

Kudelia's smile returned, a sense of understanding passing between them. "Thank you, Ichiro. I appreciate your honesty."

They continued working side by side in the cornfield.

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