Ch'en had never imagined that the problem making the shrine maiden put down her cup and chopsticks, unable to smile, was neither some enormous issue involving the world of Terra nor the tangled sanctions between nations, but a simple one.
She wanted to pilot Father.
But she had no chance to.
That was all. Hoshino nearly wanted to roll around on the floor, screaming her lungs out.
Of course, she would never do that.
That sort of work should be left to Rozaliya, who fit the role better. After crying and making a fuss for a while, she could transform into Father's pilot, charge into the Reunion Movement, and rescue Talulah to the accompaniment of a Showa-style brass symphony...
No, no.
Rozaliya would get dizzy at the sight of so many control panels. Besides, her little head had no room for conflict and fighting. She simply wanted to sing and dance; the only reason she was good at fighting was to clear away anything that got in the way of her singing and dancing.
A lot of people did not want to watch Rozaliya sing and dance.
In any case, Rozaliya was unsuitable as a pilot, so Hoshino still had to rack her brains for a new candidate.
Bronya?
A mech girl with a companion unit, Heavy Bunny 19C—she seemed like a more perfect candidate than anyone could ask for. Yet after thinking it over carefully, Hoshino shook her head and gave up on that easy choice.
It was simple: making Hoshino sit in the cockpit and operate it with a blank face, unruffled by anything, would be harder than killing her.
She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. She wanted to yell without a care in the world, "I'm Gundam!!!!"
Bronya would not work. She really