You're Pretty Good

I dare say that during those first few weeks of my enrolment, the National Mecha Pilot Academy wasn't truly ready to have me as one of their students.

And none of the "incidents" that happened because of me shone a light more clearly to that fact than the very first "incident" of all that took place during that Grand Melee.

True, Bruce and Jeanette knew about my power and Devour. The Ancestor probably knew much more about me than I did myself at that moment.

But none of them were truly prepared to deal with the true extent of what a reckless, angry ten year old boy with a metaphorical huge sledgehammer in his hands could do in a massive arena full of ten year olds in weak practice mechas.