"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Weiwei! Look how awesome I am!!"
"Young Master, you're incredible!"
Weiwei could now display boundless admiration as naturally as breathing, whether in her tone or expression.
In the training grounds, a blue-and-white unit was moving along an [∞]-shaped trajectory like a fly—while in the stands, the renowned [Black Death] watched with a calm gaze.
His gaze was calm, but the arms folded across his chest were far less so.
After all, his own [Zero Type] was currently being pedaled furiously...
"Big Bro, I'm going to pedal harder now!! Watch me!!"
"..."
Xiro Yur expressionlessly pressed a button, and several training sparring units shot out from the corners of the training grounds.
A live combat drill.
Honestly, although his [Zero Type] was currently being wildly pedaled by another youngster, Xiro Yur felt rather conflicted—yet it could only be said that the royal bloodline that had awakened its crest truly lived up to its name.
In just a single day, this Young Master [Wild] had already reached this level, as though he had been born to pilot [God-Slaying Armor].
Technique... there was naturally no technique to speak of, but his fluidity was astonishing.
As the pilot of [Zero Type], Xiro Yur had taken a full five years to go from knowing nothing to being able to operate it at Young Master [Wild]'s current level.
Five years.
Did you know how those five years had been spent?
"Could the trait of his royal crest truly be the ability to adapt to all Battle Armor at an accelerated rate?"
A strange thought flashed through Xiro Yur's heart. [Zero Type] was not the first Battle Armor Young Master [Wild] had handled.
Before this, [Wild] had already tried dozens of different units of every model imaginable, including five highly accurate imitation [God-Slaying Armor]