The man had all but abandoned social skills, strategy, and politics, pouring his entire life into the cockpit. His military ability of eighteen meant he possessed the battlefield judgment to lead a special operations squad into a meat grinder and fight his way back out through the corpses. His martial valor of twenty-eight already surpassed that of most normal knights, and once the death curse truly took hold, it could briefly push him into an almost inhuman realm.
The problem was that every such display burned away his mind.
What the E.U. had gained, then, was a katana constantly sharpened by the words "go die"-one that would eventually grind itself to pieces.
Lin Cuo looked at him and suddenly said, "A brave warrior indeed. You killed well."
Leila whipped her head around. "What did you say?"
Eito Hyuga raised his eyes as well.
"I said, you killed very well."
Holding back her anger, Leila asked, enunciating every word, "Every time he enters Brain Raid, he risks losing himself. After every battle, he suffers mental torment others cannot even imagine. After seeing all that, your first comment is that he killed well?"
"I wasn't praising the people who sent him to die." Lin Cuo did not raise his voice. "I was praising him for surviving one order after another that demanded his death, for using the power that was supposed to kill him to protect his comrades, and for killing first those who kept preparing to fire him off like ammunition."
He turned back to Eito Hyuga.
"With your current abilities, you shouldn't keep wasting yourself carrying out suicide missions for a bunch of legislators who won't even grant you citizenship."
Lin Cuo was already certain that, as long as this man could emerge alive from that old logic of death