ZAFT Also Needs to Change Majors

Inside the faculty-only office.

Instructor Natarle was organizing some classified documents with two adjutants.

The teachers you encounter in university might be the highest-ranking individuals you will ever come into contact with in your life; this statement perfectly describes Instructor Natarle.

During this specific period, Instructor Natarle was not only a school instructor but also one of the primary heads of the National Defense Military Staff, reporting directly to Chairman of the National Defense Committee Patrick Zala.

The first Victoria Battle on March 8th was an operational plan spearheaded by Instructor Natarle.

Although the first Victoria Battle was a failure in terms of strategic significance, that war forced the Earth Alliance to pay a painful price.

At the same time, it also gave rise to a new strategic plan—Operation Ouroboros (Equatorial Blockade Operation).

1. Secure military strongholds on Earth;

2. Suppress spaceports and mass driver bases to lock the Alliance forces on Earth;

3. Deploy "Neutron Jammer" units capable of suppressing nuclear weapons and the supply of nuclear fission energy.

This operation also laid a solid foundation for ZAFT to secure space superiority.

Knock, knock.

A knock sounded at the office door.

Instructor Natarle, who was organizing the documents, closed and put them away: "Come in."

"Yes!"

Eno finished speaking, reached out to push the door open, and walked in, saluting Instructor Natarle: "Academy Command Department cadet Eno Kamal reporting!"

"There's no need to be so formal here. What is it you need?"

Instructor Natarle was very satisfied with Eno.

Especially Eno's performance today, which made her feel quite gratified.

The old Eno was a machine, a machine precise to an outrageous degree.

This is a very good thing for low-level soldiers, but it is not necessarily so for high-level command and supervisory members.

Low-level soldiers need to faithfully and precisely execute every mission.

But high-level command members cannot; he must be flexible enough and must constantly break through so-called data and records to achieve his goals.

"I have a request I hope Instructor Natarle can approve."

Eno said with some hesitation.

"This is the first time I've seen you show such an emotion."

Instructor Natarle picked up the teacup on the table and smiled: "Speak, what is your request?"

"Could you promise me first, and then I'll tell you?"

Eno was not sure if his request could be approved.

"Oh? It seems you have an extraordinary request."

Hearing this, Instructor Natarle couldn't help but laugh.

"Actually, it can't be called extraordinary; for you, it's just a matter of saying one word."

Eno replied with a smile.

"A matter of one word?"

Instructor Natarle looked puzzled; there were indeed many things she could decide with a single word.

"Don't worry, Instructor Natarle, my request will definitely not cause any loss to anyone," Eno promised.

"Fine, seeing as this is the first time you've asked me for help, as long as it doesn't violate military regulations, I agree to your request."

Instructor Natarle thought about it and agreed.

The two adjutants on the side couldn't help but show expressions of surprise.

However, the two quickly restrained their expressions.

"Thank you, Instructor Natarle!"

After saying this, Eno pulled a partially covered paper document from behind his back and handed it over: "Just trouble you to sign in this place."

"Is it necessary to make signing a document so myste..."

Instructor Natarle was just about to complain, but she suddenly noticed the content and title on the document.

"You brat, you want to go to the MS Training Class!?"

After reading the content of the document, Instructor Natarle almost threw her water bottle at him.

"Yes, so I have to trouble you to sign it."

Eno nodded with a smile.

Changing majors during this period is a very troublesome matter.

However, it is only troublesome; if someone with enough authority issues an order or opinion, changing majors is actually quite simple.

"I won't sign it! I absolutely will not sign this!"

Instructor Natarle rejected the request repeatedly. What kind of international joke was this?

She had finally stumbled upon such a promising talent and was already planning to groom him as her successor.

And now, he wanted to run off to the front lines to throw his life away? That was no joke.

What was the MS Training Class?

To put it bluntly, it was the infantry squad of the Earth Alliance.

Yes, piloting an MS sounded impressive, but that didn't change the fact that it was "front-line cannon fodder."

MS pilots were the ones truly fighting on the front lines.

Although MS held a significant advantage over MA in space combat, with a kill-to-death ratio of five to one, superiority did not mean invincibility.

Did he really think the Earth Alliance's Moebius and MA couldn't kill people?

"But you just promised me."

Eno Kamal grew anxious.

If he wanted to escape this hellhole called PLANT, learning to pilot an MS was a necessity.

Only then would he have the chance to reach the front lines, "die heroically," and fake his own death to slip away.

Even taking a step back, if he didn't leave, commanding a warship in the future would be an incredibly dangerous endeavor.

Those overpowered freaks were better at tearing apart warships than anyone else, so all things considered, piloting an MS was safer.

As for the idea that one must become some sort of invincible protagonist after transmigrating?

That was all bullshit.

Transmigration changes your environment, not your IQ or your abilities.

He was just an ordinary person; what right did he have to become an invincible protagonist?

The person to end the war already existed.

The person to start the war already existed.

Why not just be a normal person and wait for the war to end? Why risk his life playing games with a bunch of monsters?

"When did I promise you? Don't you go spouting nonsense, kid!"

Instructor Natarle set down her water glass and retorted with righteous indignation.

"No, you can't go back on your word like this."

Eno felt like his life was on the line. Was this really the same stern, humorless instructor he knew?

"Who's going back on their word? Why don't you go out and ask around about my reputation, Natarle!"

Instructor Natarle quickly replied, "Other things can be discussed, but this, absolutely not!"

She had just been bragging to her colleagues about her star pupil, and now this star pupil was turning around and trying to bolt. Did she have no face to lose?

"You're signing this today whether you want to or not!"

Eno decided to stop playing nice.

There were only two months left until graduation. Every day of training he missed increased his danger. Kira Yamato didn't have his "mercy-shooting" reputation yet.

If he didn't train hard, dying from some random, unknown AOE would be absolutely ridiculous.

The two adjutants nearby, who were organizing some supplementary files, nearly tore the papers in their hands.

Was Eno Kamal really this bold?

"I... you, what did you just say?"

Instructor Natarle was stunned. The Eno in her memory and the Eno before her were like two different people.

If they didn't have the exact same face, she would have suspected she had mistaken him for someone else.

"Just sign it, please. It's just a few strokes of a pen, and it won't be any loss to you or to ZAFT. You'd be fulfilling my dream of becoming a pilot."

Eno softened his attitude, practically ready to kneel before her.

"Don't try those empty, flowery tactics on me. I said no, and I mean no!"

Instructor Natarle remained firm.

She truly valued Eno's future, especially after seeing this unexpected side of him today.

He had ability, brains, resilience, and was hardworking—plus, he had this shameless, thick-skinned personality.

A talent like this could not be wasted on the godforsaken front lines.

"Sign it! You have to sign it!"

For the sake of his own life, Eno was ready to go all out.

"Hey, don't you push your luck, kid. I'm telling you, transferring departments? Not a chance!"

Instructor Natarle finished speaking, tilted her head, and turned her back to him.

"No, wait, why won't you sign it? Aren't we allowed to transfer departments on our own?"

Ino felt a headache coming on as he listened to Natarle's response.

With Natarle refusing to budge, he had no way to officially enter the MS pilot program, and without entering that program, he wouldn't have enough time to practice piloting an MS.

"What I'm more curious about is why you're so insistent on piloting an MS? Wouldn't it be better to be a brilliant strategist who wins battles from a thousand miles away?"

Instructor Natarle truly couldn't understand Ino's sudden change.

"No, it would be terrible!"

Ino nodded very directly.

Given the combat power of those Gundams in the future, any commander would be brought to their knees.

Tactics and strategies alike are all formulated based on the scope of human understanding.

But when facing a group of bugs that can break the rules at will, any tactic or strategy you have is just a waste of time.

Besides, all he wanted was to fake his death and slip away as soon as possible; he wasn't about to play the role of a commander for anyone.