Cooperation with 242

The mecha restarted from the base of the cliff.

In a way, the simulation pod displayed a training field that was also a semi-open map. Even after falling to the bottom of the cliff, there were other routes and challenges waiting ahead...

The speed had unconsciously reached the fifth gear.

Rotating, jumping.

Bang, bang, bang! The heavy footsteps quaked the earth; the mounts on the simulation pod somewhat simulated the vibrations felt when actually piloting.

Actions that humans could normally perform could be replicated on a mecha. This was the outcome that basic training hoped the soldiers would eventually achieve.

And now... this was already the result achieved.

Brandon felt something peculiar.

Their cooperation was like that of old partners who had worked together seamlessly for years; it was as if the other knew every intention of his, and even the occasionally unorthodox moves he made were timely followed by the other without a hitch.