Chapter 52 - Deja Vu Spat
“Fra Unit, Awaken!”
The whistle’s sharp blast pierced the air, echoing through the tallic arena as two WAIFUs raised their morphers. In a flash of blinding light, their forms twisted and grew, transforming into towering chs that shimred with raw power.
Our opponent WAIFU, a gray-haired first-year from another block, stood across from us, her steely eyes focused and unyielding. At least it promised to be a fair fight—both of us on equal footing in terms of experience. Her transformation completed with a surge of energy, revealing a sleek gray ch adorned with pulsating green circuits that glowed like veins of molten light.
No sooner had her colossal fra settled into its imposing stance than her support unit roared a command, his voice resonating with authority.
“Light Shield, Beam Rifle, Equip!”
With his outstretched hand aglow, cybernetic circles materialized around the gray ch. A tallic shield locked into place on her left arm, gleaming in the artificial light, while a beam rifle shimred into existence in her right hand, its barrel humming ominously with charged energy.
I snapped my attention to Myrrh, who now stood resplendent in her transford state—a dazzling white-and-gold Fra Unit. Her ch radiated an aura of determination as her thrusters ignited, propelling her forward with a thunderous roar. Twin streams of blue fla trailed from her legs, illuminating her path like a streaking cot.
The two-hundred-ter gap between Myrrh and her opponent felt like an eternity, every second dragging as the gray ch’s beam rifle swiveled, its muzzle locking onto her advancing form. My pulse quickened. She needed protection, and fast. Without hesitation, I slamd the [Light Shield] option on the Bios interface.
A surge of energy coursed through my arm, blue circuits lighting up like a web of neon veins as the command registered.
“Light Shield, Equip!” I shouted, thrusting my glowing arm toward Myrrh. The circuits along my limb flared brilliantly, and in an instant, a cybernetic circle shimred into existence on Myrrh’s right hand. A glowing handle materialized within it, which she gripped firmly as the shield took form—a radiant, semi-transparent barrier of light humming with latent power.
But then, as the opponent fired her beam rifle, Myrrh didn’t raise the shield. Instead, she darted into motion, defying expectation. Her white-and-gold fra ducked low, narrowly avoiding the searing green laser. A sharp swerve to the right followed, her thrusters flaring as she twisted mid-air, dodging another beam by a hair’s breadth. Her movents were chaotic yet precise, a reckless dance against death.
“Yaaaah!” Myrrh’s shout echoed through the arena, a rallying cry of determination. She charged forward with blinding speed, her thrusters roaring at full throttle. Then it happened—a beam grazed her left steel shoulder, molten shards of tal cascading like fiery tears as the Fra Unit staggered briefly before surging onward.
With a fluid motion, she closed the distance, bringing the light shield around in a ferocious side slash. The glowing edge cut through the air with a sharp hiss, aid directly at the opponent’s torso.
“Ghh!” the opponent gasped, bending back just in ti to avoid a critical blow. Her rifle wasn’t as lucky—the slash clipped it, sending sparks flying as the weapon was rendered useless, tumbling to the arena floor.
Not missing a beat, Myrrh followed up with a brutal shield bash. She slamd her glowing barrier toward the opponent’s ch with such force that the impact reverberated through the air. But her opponent was ready, raising her own light shield to block the strike. The clash of the two shields sent a shockwave rippling outward. tal shards erupted from the collision, scattering like shrapnel amidst a cascade of sparks.
The battle hung in tense equilibrium, the sound of grinding steel and crackling energy filling the air as both Fra Units pressed against one another, refusing to yield.
I saw this as an opportunity to arm Myrrh with sothing devastating—a close-range weapon capable of delivering massive damage. A powerful, brutal strike was exactly what we needed to break the stalemate. My fingers hovered for only a second before pressing the [Buster Sword] option on my holographic HUD. The familiar surge of energy coursed through , and my left arm flared with glowing blue circuits.
“Buster Sword, Equip!” I commanded, my voice cutting through the noise of the battle.
In perfect synchronization, Myrrh sprang into action. She discarded her shield with a swift, almost disdainful motion and executed a backward dash, her thrusters blazing as she zipped away with astonishing speed. In re monts, she had widened the gap to a hundred ters, her white-and-gold Fra Unit a blur of motion.
The buster sword materialized in her hands—a colossal weapon of gleaming steel, its edge pulsating faintly with raw energy. Without hesitation, Myrrh hurled it forward with all her might, the blade cutting through the air like a missile.
“Yah!” Myrrh’s battle cry echoed across the arena as the sword hurtled toward her opponent with incredible force.
The enemy Fra Unit reacted instantly, raising her shield in defense. The clash was explosive. The buster sword smashed into the light shield, its sheer weight and montum shattering the barrier as if it were glass. Shards of glowing energy scattered in all directions, briefly illuminating the battlefield. The impact forced the opposing Fra Unit into a hasty retreat, thrusters firing to put distance between them.
Though the opponent managed to escape the sword’s devastating trajectory, the move had shifted the dynamic. Now separated by nearly three hundred ters, it was ti to change tactics. Myrrh needed precision and range to maintain the upper hand.
I quickly selected the [Beam Rifle] option on my Bios. My left hand ignited once more, circuits flaring as I pointed toward Myrrh.
“Beam Rifle, Equip!” I shouted.
Without hesitation, Myrrh snatched the beam rifle from the cybernetic circle and, instead of taking aim, surged forward with it. Her thrusters roared, propelling her sleek Fra Unit directly toward the opponent, who wasted no ti preparing for the clash.
“Laser Sword, Equip!” the opponent’s support unit commanded, his voice sharp and decisive. A brilliant blade of glowing energy materialized in the gray ch’s hands, its edges radiating a dangerous hum.
The two colossal robots closed the gap rapidly, their towering forms looming over the arena as they entered striking range. Myrrh gripped the rifle tightly—not as a firearm, but as a makeshift lee weapon. The opponent, wielding her laser sword with expert precision, swung first, the glowing blade cutting a blazing arc toward Myrrh.
When the two weapons collided, the result was imdiate and catastrophic. The laser sword cleaved through the beam rifle effortlessly, the energy crackling as the rifle split in half like molten butter under a searing blade. Sparks and shards of tal erupted from the shattered weapon, followed by a burst of smoke that billowed out, obscuring the view.
But Myrrh saw her mont. With fluid grace and fierce determination, she used the smoke as cover and launched into a counterattack.
“Hiyah!” she roared, her thrusters firing as she drove a powerful steel-plated kick into the opponent Fra Unit’s abdon. The impact was thunderous, reverberating through the arena. The opponent ch reeled back, its balance faltering as it was sent hurtling across the battlefield. With a heavy crash, it slamd into the ground, the sound echoing like a distant explosion.
Myrrh stood tall, her Fra Unit gleaming under the arena lights, her movents as bold and unpredictable as ever. She was dominating this fight, but I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling tugging at the edges of my mind.
There was sothing… off.
A sense of déjà vu washed over , vivid and unsettling. My thoughts flickered back to our first day at Orbital Tech. The way Myrrh wielded her weapons now was unconventional, almost chaotic—not at all aligned with the commands I was inputting. My fingers hadn’t fumbled the controls, and yet her actions felt detached, almost as if she was responding to so unseen force.
“Sothing’s not right,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes narrowing as I watched her. “What the hell are you trying to do, Myrrh? You could’ve used the weapon properly, and we’d already have this fight in the bag!” I yelled, my voice strained with frustration.
“Shut up, Zaft!” Myrrh snapped back, her voice echoing through the comms. “I’m trying to focus here—don’t ruin my montum!”
Her tone was sharp, cutting, and laced with an uncharacteristic venom. My chest tightened, a storm of emotions swirling inside . Was she still mad at ? This didn’t feel like her usual temper. Was it… sothing else? Are girls on their period really this moody? Or maybe she’s angry at for so other reason?
At first, I thought it was jealousy—an idea she vehently denied earlier. But now? Now I wasn’t so sure. Her behavior made no sense, and the growing frustration bubbled over.
“What are you onto, you stubborn, clueless idiot?” I shouted, my voice trembling with both anger and desperation. “I’ve been giving you weapons optimized for every situation, and all you do is toss them away like trash!”
“I don’t need your support!” she roared back, her defiance palpable. “I’ll win this fight on my own!”
“Fine, then! Suit yourself, you ungrateful brat!” My hand slamd down on my smartwatch, deactivating the HUD and cutting the Weaponry Enhancent Engineering Bios System entirely. The interface faded from view, leaving staring at Myrrh’s ch without a shred of connection. “Fuck this match, fuck this tournant—and fuck you, Myrrh!”
“Fuck you too!” she fired back, her voice crackling with raw fury. “Go ahead, storm off! Run back to your won, you cockroach-brained street thug!”
Her words stung more than I expected, like jagged glass pressed into an open wound. But buried in her rage, I caught a flicker of sothing else—sothing almost vulnerable. Jealousy? It finally hit . She was jealous.
Why, though? I couldn’t piece it together, and frankly, I didn’t care anymore. My patience had worn thin. If she wanted to throw this match, so be it. I was ready to walk away and let her face the consequences.
But then, a cold sensation crept up my spine, prickling the hairs on the back of my neck. A sense of dread washed over , sharp and unrelenting. I froze, my breath hitching as I turned my gaze toward the source of the unease.
There, across the battlefield, was the opponent’s support unit. Sothing about him sent a chill deep into my core, an unshakable feeling that this wasn’t just an ordinary fight anymore.
“Radioactive Flathrower, Equip!” the opponent support unit bellowed, his voice thunderous and filled with confidence. Crimson circuits flared to life along his arm, pulsing with energy as he extended it toward his partner Fra Unit.
In an instant, the opponent Fra Unit materialized a massive, nacing cannon. Its surface glead with dark tal, ominously adorned with a glowing radioactive hazard sign that pulsed with a sickly green light. The sheer size of the weapon was staggering, dwarfing anything we’d encountered so far.
I froze for a mont, my mind racing. That cannon… I’d never seen it before. Not for first-year students, at least. This wasn’t a standard-issue weapon—it had to be their WAIFU’s Ultimate. The energy emanating from it felt overwhelming, a palpable threat that seed to suck the air from the arena.
The weapon’s charging sequence was terrifyingly fast, its core lighting up with an eerie red glow. Then, with a deafening roar, it unleashed a massive wave of flas. The firestorm surged forward, a searing tide of crimson and orange, engulfing everything in its path as it hurtled toward Myrrh.
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