34:- NEWS

Ichiro and Bladwin, walking through the dimly lit corridor of the Isaribi, engaged in a hushed conversation about the recent events and the suspicious circumstances surrounding the attack by space pirates. Their instincts, honed through years of experience, told them that something was indeed amiss.

Bladwin voiced his concerns, describing the situation as "way too fishy." Ichiro concurred, acknowledging the unsettling feeling that had settled upon them. It was clear that there was more to this encounter than met the eye.

Ichiro's analytical mind was quick to propose a theory. "Yeah, but what I think is that the pirates are hired by Gjallarhorn," he mused, casting a speculative glance at Bladwin.

Bladwin nodded in agreement. "I also think the same. But how does Gjallarhorn certainly know we have Kudelia?" he questioned, probing for answers.

Ichiro furrowed his brow, his thoughts racing. After a moment of reflection, he pieced together a crucial detail. "It's also something... Oh yeah, Eugene and others sent Todo to the Gjallarhorn ship," he said, his voice tinged with frustration.

Both men shared a moment of disbelief, their hands meeting their faces in exasperation. "What kind of idiots are they?" Ichiro muttered under his breath, the annoyance evident in his tone.

Ichiro shook his head in mild frustration, his earlier warnings about Todo's recklessness echoing in his mind. "I told them to just kill Todo, but those idiots wanted to send a cake to the enemy," he grumbled, a hint of exasperation in his voice. He knew that sometimes harsh decisions were necessary, especially in their line of work.

Bladwin couldn't help but agree. "You were right at that time," he conceded, acknowledging Ichiro's wisdom in hindsight. It was a lesson learned through experience, one they couldn't afford to forget.

The realization struck them like a bolt of lightning. Ichiro's face bore a contemplative expression. "Bladwin, I believe that Fareed, the boy you told me about, the one I fought... I believe he had done this," he theorized, drawing connections between the cunning of the assailants and the mysterious Fareed.

Bladwin considered Ichiro's assessment, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. "You're right. Considering his cunningness," Bladwin concurred, acknowledging the depth of the intrigue surrounding their current situation.

With their suspicions aligned, Ichiro and Bladwin resolved to remain vigilant, aware that their journey was fraught with hidden agendas and potential threats from both external and internal forces.

Ichiro went on to explain that their comrades were now pondering the same question: how did Gjallarhorn come to know about Kudelia's presence? Bladwin raised the crucial question of whether Ichiro intended to share his suspicions with the others.

Ichiro, however, was cautious. He shook his head and replied, "This won't make a big impact now. They should have proceeded with caution." He recognized that the situation had evolved beyond a simple revelation. Now, they needed to navigate the challenges and threats that lay ahead with prudence and a keen awareness of the dangers that surrounded them.

Bladwin nodded in agreement, understanding the analogy Ichiro used. "Now the birds have eaten the field; there is no need to go to the field," he concurred, emphasizing the importance of their decisions and actions in the present, rather than dwelling on past mistakes. The path forward required their full attention and vigilance.

Ichiro, filled with concern for Takakai, asked Bladwin about his condition. His voice held a mixture of relief and worry as he inquired, "Bladwin, how is Takakai? Is he going to be okay?"

Bladwin offered a reassuring nod as he replied, "Don't worry, Ichiro. His condition is stable now, and he'll recover soon." His words carried a sense of confidence.

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Kudal Cadel, the ruthless leader of the Brewers, stood on the deck of his mother-ship, a sinister aura surrounding him as he glared at his subordinate children. His cold, piercing eyes scanned the group before him, his displeasure evident.

"You pathetic bunch of failures," Kudal hissed with contempt, his voice dripping with malice. "You had one job, and you couldn't even handle that. Do you have any idea what you've cost us?"

The subordinate children trembled under his gaze, fully aware of the consequences that often followed their leader's anger.

Kudal continued his tirade, berating them for their incompetence and negligence. His punishments were always severe, and the subordinate children knew they would pay dearly for their failure.

As Kudal's harsh words echoed through the ship, fear and tension gripped the Brewers, knowing that their leader's wrath was not to be taken lightly.

Kudal's brutality knew no bounds as he mercilessly beat Masahiro, his subordinate who had failed in their mission. Masahiro's body bore the brunt of Kudal's anger, the relentless blows raining down on him. Blood oozed from his wounds, and his face was swollen and bruised.

The punishment continued until Masahiro lay on the floor, battered and broken. Kudal, not satisfied with the damage he had inflicted, delivered a final, vicious kick to Masahiro's back. The force of the kick sent Masahiro floating upwards in the zero gravity of the ship, his body limp and stunned.

It was a gruesome display of cruelty, and the other members of the Brewers watched in horrified silence, knowing that Kudal's wrath spared no one, not even his own comrades.

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Masahiro's battered body still bore the pain of Kudal's merciless beating, but he managed to respond to his concerned comrades. He clutched his arm, which throbbed with agony, and replied, "I let the hostage get away, so, of course, I would get beaten."

One of his comrades, the one with a scar on his face, expressed his regret, saying they couldn't help him. Masahiro understood their position and nodded in acknowledgment.

However, a comrade with small blonde hair couldn't help but ask the burning question, "Why were you talking to the enemy pilot?"

Before Masahiro could answer, another comrade, with black hair and a patch of red in front, erupted in anger. He lashed out, striking the railing of the ship in frustration. His voice was filled with rage as he blamed barbatos, especially Pedro, who had been killed by Barbatos during the battle. He swore to avenge their fallen comrade, vowing to kill them at all costs.

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Ichiro was sitting in the cafeteria, eating his meal, when Bladwin approached him. Bladwin wore a concerned expression as he asked Ichiro if he was aware of the recent events. Ichiro furrowed his brows and replied, "No, I haven't heard anything. What's happened?"

Bladwin proceeded to inform him about the situation.  Bladwin leaned in closer and shared the concerning information. "The mobile suit you cut the hand of belonged to Akihiro's little brother, Masahiro," he revealed.

Ichiro nodded, his expression showing that he understood the gravity of the situation. "So, we need to save him," Bladwin stated.

Ichiro glanced at Bladwin, his determination evident. "That's what the members of Tekkadan have decided," Bladwin confirmed.

Their conversation continued, and Bladwin added, "Takakai has woken up."

Ichiro's face brightened with relief at the news of Takakai's recovery. He returned to his meal, his mind already busy thinking of potential solutions to the complex situation they found themselves in.

Ichiro and Bladwin sat together in the cafeteria, engaged in a casual conversation. As they enjoyed their meal, Ichiro turned to Bladwin with a question in mind.

"Bladwin," Ichiro began, "when you get your new mobile suit, do you have any particular color in mind that you'd like?"

Bladwin leaned back in his chair, taking a moment to think. "You know, I'm not really picky about the color," he admitted. "I suppose you could say I trust your judgment on this."

Ichiro nodded thoughtfully. "I appreciate that. I've always had a fascination with customizing mobile suits, so I might take my time to design something unique for you."

Bladwin chuckled. "Well, I'll leave it in your capable hands, then. I'm sure whatever you come up with will be impressive."

The two continued their meal.

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Orga and Naze sat together in a quiet corner of the Isaribi's meeting room, their expressions serious as they discussed their next move. The threat of the Brewers weighed heavily on their minds, and they knew they couldn't let their actions go unpunished.

Naze leaned forward, his tone determined. "Orga, we can't let the Brewers get away with what they did. It's time we strike back and teach them our principles."

Orga nodded in agreement, his gaze focused. "You're right, Naze. We can't show weakness. We'll make them regret crossing paths with us."

Naze grinned, appreciating Orga's determination. "That's the spirit, Orga. We'll show them what we are made of."

As they continued to plan their retaliation, Orga and Naze knew that their principles would guide them through the challenges ahead.

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( A : N : Should we let Masohiro live tell me in the comments I will wait till tomorrow.)

= Yes =

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