My name is Hoshino, I'm 15 years old. I grew up eating egg white cubes that taste like tree bark. My dad is a mecha designer. He died in a laboratory accident a year ago. He kept a mecha wristband and hid it in a secret room in the attic. Late at night, I went to the abandoned area on the outskirts of the city to secretly activate it - a dark silver mecha grew out of my arm, and a voice in my head said: Please name it. I call it Lake.
There is a young master from the Tianheng Group, Senas, who dislikes me from the first day of selection. They laughed at me for going to school on a pension, laughed at me for using a broken training machine issued by the school, and finally scolded my father. I say, fight, now. In ten minutes, he used that training machine that no one liked to dismantle his shiny B-class mecha to its torso, and knocked on the cockpit: I haven't cried yet, but where is your dad?
From the Zeta Prime being surrounded by interstellar pirates, to the National Mecha Academy being tampered with and sorting into the weakest group and beating them to the top three in the academy, from the lava-covered Flame Star to the Fog Starfish whose fog can swallow up all radar signals - I slapped my face all the way up, and my opponents changed one after another.
Who is dissatisfied? Fuck him.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
