The power of wind seemed to make Father a little lighter.
Energy gradually filled Father's frame. When the Herrscher of Thunder joined in, its body took on a dangerous red glow, with crackling bolts of lightning flashing from time to time. But the Herrscher of Wind was different. She was not naturally the explosive, high-output type.
She was the wind—light and nimble.
Father sprang into motion, leaping from the shrine's mountaintop before landing lightly on the ground, without causing an earthquake-like boom.
"Run, Ch'en. Get moving."
Ch'en obediently began to run, naturally avoiding buildings and Lungmen's citizens. There was not the slightest sense of obstruction from start to finish. Her movements were as smooth as Bagpipe driving a tractor, enough to make even the most seasoned Father pilot marvel.
"Is there some trick to controlling Father?"
Ch'en had a brief exchange with Hoshino.
"No. There's only one thing: get in, place your hands on it, then leave your body to instinct."
Isn't that a little too idealistic...?
"Remember, Father is the Beast of Possibility."
Her instinct was to burn herself up, yet after entering the cockpit, she felt as though the air conditioning had been turned on. A cool breeze blew against her face, refreshing her somewhat chaotic mind.
Is this Wendy's protection?
The more it was like this, the stranger Ch'en felt. It was as if Wendy had already died, and now it was her soul helping her.
It was far too strange.
As if protesting her thoughts, Father suddenly went on strike. The mech, which had been incredibly valiant just moments ago, suddenly went limp and dropped to its knees. Lungmen's ground shook, as though even the mobile city's center of gravity had shifted.
"Pfft—"
The shrine maiden's laughter came through the loudspeaker.
"Don't badmouth her. Don't even