"I am not your teacher." My big bro replied with a laugh. "And at this rate, I do not have any qualifications to be your teacher. I have nothing to teach you!"
"Nonetheless, I would not be here if not for your kindness and your teachings. A teacher for a day, a father for a lifeti. Now that I am back, please accept my respects!" The dium cha which handily defeated my big bro fell to her knees and banged her head to the ground three tis.
"It's good that you're back. And it's good that you still rember your debts. Now that you're in the Military High Command, do your best to serve the country humbly and loyally from there." My big bro said with satisfaction and with a notable emphasis on "humbly".
"Your student will never forget your teachings and your instructions!" She replied from her kneeling position and stood up.
However, after saying those things, she did not leave.
"The academy will never give up her students. You, of all people, should know that very clearly." My big bro said evenly.
"Yes, teacher. But even so, I must insist. This is for the sake of the Federation. We must have the best pilots, give them the best chas and let them undergo the best training so-"
"The best chas?" My big bro said with a laugh that was not a laugh. "The best training? Quesera, have you been away from us for so long that you have forgotten what you went through with us?"
"I have not forgotten a single mont of the ti I spent in this academy, not a single lesson, nor a single word which you have spoken, teacher." Quesera said softly. "And those mories, above all my mission directives, are the reasons why I must have those four kids."
"You are so convinced of the superiority of the Military High Command Cadet Corps compared to the National cha Pilot Academy?" My big bro asked with a slight tinge of sadness in his voice.
"Yes, teacher. We are in a much better position to provide the top students of the Federation with the right tools and experiences to succeed in the upcoming crisis." Quesera replied.
"Very well. You may have them." My big bro conceded.
Quesera, and all those who knew my big bro well, remained silent.
We all knew the sky would fall first before he would give up so easily.
As we expected, he was not done yet.
"IF… You can defeat them. If you can't even defeat my first student, which I consider the dumbest, then your Cadet Corps have no business taking away my students." My big bro said calmly.
"I accept those terms." Quesera said calmly and with supre confidence.
"Good. I suggest you don't hold back. This student of mine will slaughter you otherwise." My big bro said with purposeful provocation.
Quesera only replied by reseting her shield and greatsword to enter battle stance.
"Justin Whitefrost. Step forward." My big bro called out loudly.
"How co I am not surprised?" I said to him drily in our personal comms.
"Hoho. You will be. Get your ass out here quickly!" My big bro said to privately.
I stomped my way forward to where he was standing just as he raised his hand up.
VROOOOOOO!!!!!!!
A powerful resonance suddenly exploded in my heart as my jaw dropped.
I looked up and beheld the arrival of the cha which I would use for a very, very long ti.
Not then, of course. My big bro was only lending it to in public. But soti in the future.
It was Deathscythe.
A loud roar of envy rippled out of the crowd and out of every spectator.
"WHATTTT!!!!? THAT-THAT-THAT WHITEFROST PUNKKKK!!!!!! LUCKYY!!!"
"Oh my Lord. What on earth is that cha?! It's so fierce and so bloody cool!!"
"Is that the cha Disciple, Deathscythe? Oh my God. That scythe looks extrely… deathly!"
"What the hell. He is too lucky! First his secret tech, then the Barbarian Class cha, and not a cha Disciple? Is the Principal nuts?"
"I do not think that the Principal is actually giving him the cha Disciple. NO F***ING WAY. He is just loaning it to him. Definitely!"
The crowd's roar of indignance, envy and disbelief were to be expected, of course. But I never realized that the Military was also extrely envious of the academy's Blood Moon.
"Bastard. He's flaunting that cha Disciple. AIDE! WHERE ARE YOU AIDE!" General Peter Long roared angrily. "SEND THE FORMAL COMPLAINT TO THE PRESIDENT AGAIN! I WANT THE BLUEPRINTS TO THAT CHA!!"
"Beautiful. Very, very beautiful. I would trade my ex wife, my current wife, and five of my future wives for that cha." General Anthony Chang said the words that would make him an eternal bachelor many years later.
"You're crazy. But I can understand why you're so crazy. That Deathscythe truly is sothing. Damn it. I can take it if Bruce Pang the cha God gets to pilot Chronos. But a dumbass first grader now gets to pilot Deathscythe?? Gah. This National cha Pilot Academy is pissing off." Admiral Terry Wei said with deep jealousy.
The Twelve cha Guardians and Twenty Four cha Disciples were a tier by themselves, even when compared to the entire Military.
Only chas owned by the ridiculously funded Military High Command which operates above and over the entire Military could rival them.
And when I took that first step into the cockpit of Deathscythe, I instantly knew why.
The cockpit was a very simple design, just a comfortable pod where I could lie down and be completely subrged by breathable nanotech that would connect to Deathscythe with seamless perfection.
I slid into it with great anticipation.
Hummmmm.
The cha powered up and then…
WHOOSH!!!!
My senses were suddenly expanded!!
I opened my eyes and..
"WHAT THE HELL?" I shouted loudly and was instantly silenced when I heard my voice echo loudly down the entire valley.
"Hey! Language!" My big bro said sternly.
But I was too shocked to care.
Because well…
The cha had connected directly to my brain and had completely superimposed itself over my senses!
In other words, I was looking out through the cha's eyes, and speaking out of the cha's mouth!
It was an insane concept, and it was definitely only sothing the National cha Pilot Academy researchers could co up with.
I looked down at my massive cha body and felt the cool of my suprely cool Scythe's tal grip.
And then I grinned.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
I swung my Scythe lightly and then leapt up before smashing it down on the ground!
Schlebb. BOOM!!
The Scythe's blade pierced the ground very easily before its massive rod smashed it to pieces.
I was satisfied.
Very satisfied.
I was able to control Deathscythe perfectly like controlling my own body. The technology that was used in the construction of Deathscythe was truly decades ahead of its ti!
In addition, the material of the Scythe itself felt truly superior to anything I had ever seen or resonated with.
I developed a huge itch to absorb it and recreate it right there and then so that it would beco part of .
But of course I did no such thing.
Too many eyes were on .
"Good movent. Listen up. You are no match for her skills right now. Well, you might never be a match for her, ever, for that matter. So don't bother trying to play fair. I need you to overpower her like a dragon stomping down on a little puppy. Do you understand?" My big bro said to privately.
I laughed out loud at his words.
"You're asking to shalessly unleash all of the power from my red cha core, get up to gold cha standard, and rip her limbs out the way you did her leader?" I asked my big bro privately to confirm my mission directive.
"Yes. Do that. As shalessly as you can. As decisively as you can. As ruthlessly as you can. And most importantly… As quickly as you can. I want them to feel like that puppy I ntioned earlier!" My big bro said clearly without mincing any words.
"Stomping on a cute little puppy. Got it. I will do that." I replied with a smile.
"Good. Go now and end it quickly." My big bro said while pointing at the dium cha.
And with that, the stage was set.
Boom.
I leapt up once more and positioned myself a couple hundred ters away from her.
In the world of chas, a couple hundred ters was like four ters away in real life.
She raised her sword up in salute and introduced herself politely.
"My na is Quesera Giannis, from the 101st Special Forces Battalion of the Chinese Federation. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Any other polite son of a gun would have raised his own weapon in salute and introduced himself to her.
But I was a junkyard scrapper through and through.
I did my introductions with my Scythe.
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