My Mecha Isn't Junk

Everyone else's mechs are sleek and dazzling, all sharp edges and balanced stats. Mine, on the other hand...

"The mech we build for that kid has to be one of a kind!"

"Don't bother adding armor or heavy cannons. That stuff is nothing but dead weight!"

"Speed and strength are what matter!"

"Just give it a high-frequency plasma lightsaber. It'll save money and reduce weight!"

"The propulsion, power, and control systems all need to be cutting-edge!"

"You ask what happens if it gets hit?"

"With a setup like this, if it gets hit, that's entirely your own fault!"

My mech became an oddity of its era. It had practically no defenses and no long-range weapons, just a single blade and speed as swift as the wind.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.