At 21:16:18 on the evening of August 15, 2045, with just over two hours remaining before the final registration deadline for the 10th Oasis Cup Gundam Tournament, a certain heartless shoulder-blade warrior, Edge, had finally completed a task. He immediately contacted a certain little girl who had been waiting impatiently in the game and sent her the important game item she needed by mail—for a fee.
"Done!"
"Annie! I've got your machine ready. This VF-25 Messiah is all fixed up, but I need to make one thing clear: I'm not very familiar with this kind of variable-form machine, so I only restored and maintained it according to the data and best practices provided by the system. I didn't dare modify it at all. If you lose, don't blame me for not helping you, okay?"
"I really did my best, I promise!"
After sending over the machine she'd been pestering him about—the game item that looked like a toy airplane after being shrunk—and seeing her confirmation that it had arrived, Edge finally let out a sigh of relief.
"You're the one who's going to lose!"
Ptooey!!
"Wow! I can see it! You really fixed it?!"
After spitting at the bad guy who'd dared to jinx her by saying she'd lose, Annie hurriedly began inspecting the repaired machine she'd received, treating it like a treasure. It was the crucial machine that would let her enter the competition.
"Big guy Edge, wait a second! I've got to register for the competition first!"
☆⌒(*＾-゜)v THX!!
After receiving and inspecting the VF-25 Messiah and finding nothing wrong with it, Annie eagerly reopened the application page and submitted her entry to the organizers, who'd already rejected her twice.
During the day, Annie had managed to get her hands on the damaged VF-25 Messiah that belonged to