Su Ming glanced at the Japanese girl and smiled faintly. She was clever; it really was a joke.
But he couldn't put it that way.
"Of course I'm serious. Our company's Jaegers all use the 'Mental Power Sensing Framework.' It absorbs the pilot's emotions and converts them into additional power for the machine. Additional power, understand?"
Deathstroke, dressed in a black suit, said this while producing an instruction manual as if by magic and waving it in his hand.
"You understand Mental Power too. Pilots with strong Mental Power can bring out greater combat power from their machines; those with weak Mental Power can't be pilots. We've merely lowered the threshold and raised the ceiling. Isn't that easy to understand?"
It actually wasn't. It was merely a prank-like "voice-controlled" system. If you didn't say certain keywords or shout loudly while piloting the Jaeger, its performance would be limited to ninety percent of its original design.
Like the sortie line Raleigh had shouted earlier—anyone who had watched Gundam knew it was completely out of place, but it was fun.
Mako wanted to pilot a Jaeger too, but after watching Raleigh train these past few days, those embarrassingly chuunibyou-like lines were truly hard for her to shout.
During operation, she had to loudly recite one strange famous quote from the instruction manual every minute, or the machine's power would drop.
That ten percent of performance might be the key to a battle. In other words, if they wanted to bring out the Zaku's performance perfectly, the shouting couldn't stop.
She was a girl, and a reserved Asian at that. Doing something like this was truly difficult.
Raleigh had just given up something very important to be able to shout those lines in front of so many people!
Because Raleigh had returned to