Young People Don't Talk About Martial Ethics

Anti-gravity technology.

This was still just a fantasy in the real world, but in the dream world, there were far too many related technologies.

Not counting the floating technologies from the mystic side, and those limited by materials, Kraft could already replicate over ten types of floating technology alone. So for Stark to think he could gain air superiority was really overthinking it.

"Can you not hit my head? Uncle Tony is old, heavy metal rock is a bit too stimulating for Uncle Tony."

Stark, who stabilized himself after doing two flips in mid-air, touched his buzzing head and flew back up, negotiating with Kraft.

"FUMO (No problem)."

Kraft nodded, put away the stun baton and riot shield in his hands, and took out a shark-shaped rocket launcher, shouldering it.

"Oh... shit!"

Seeing the menacing-looking rocket launcher and the large projectile fired from it, much bigger than a standard rocket, Tony Stark turned and ran.

As a prototype, the Mark II had no other armament besides the Arc Pulse Hand Cannon, and he had no intention of testing the Mark II's defensive capabilities against that terrifyingly large projectile.

"Are all the kids these days so hot-tempered?"

The Mark II executed a beautiful sideways flip in the air, dodging Kraft's fishbone rocket launcher.

The projectile that missed Stark continued to fly upwards, then exploded violently in the sky.

"BANG!!! Crackle, crackle, crackle—"

A huge golden fireworks display illuminated the entire coast, with countless sparks raining down from the sky like a golden downpour.

"Alright, although he likes pranks, he's a good kid overall."

Tony Stark, knowing he'd been tricked, shrugged and raised his hand to Kraft, who had switched to a heavy machine gun.

"Wait! My armor is brand new and doesn't have any weapons on it, so..." Stark asked pleadingly, "How about we spar?"

Although he'd been hit twice by Kraft's stun baton before, that was when he was caught off guard. Besides, Tony Stark had learned some boxing from his bodyguard Happy, so he didn't think he'd lose in close combat to a plush toy.

Kraft thought for a moment, put away the six-barreled Gatling gun in his hand, and assumed a fighting stance.

"FUMO (Okay)."

"Aren't you going to use that stick from before?" Stark pointed at Botai-kun's round hand and kindly reminded him, "Your soft fists probably don't have much power, right?"

"FUMO (Take this)!"

Kraft didn't offer any further explanation, and Botai-kun's voice system didn't allow him to explain anything, so he chose to charge forward, letting Tony Stark personally experience the power of the λ-Driver System.

"FUMOFUMO (Black Tiger Steals Heart)!"

The λ-Driver System converts the pilot's emotions into a special energy that attaches to the AS and its weapons. After trying it a few times, Kraft found that shouting the names of finishing moves during attacks could effectively enhance his emotional output. Although it was a bit embarrassing, no one could understand Botai-kun's language anyway.

Facing Kraft's fierce punch, Tony Stark instinctively raised his arms, crossing them in front of him to block.

"Bang—!"

The soft fist hit Stark's arms with a huge sound.

Accompanying it was a force far exceeding Stark's expectations, which penetrated the iron plating of the Iron Man suit and transferred to his body.

"WTF?!"

Blown away, Tony Stark's entire head was in a daze. The immense strength could be attributed to the plush toy's excellent performance, but what about the destructive power?

Tony Stark glanced at the Mark II's status displayed on the screen. It showed that the arms he had used to block the punch had already sustained some damage. The power of this punch was significantly higher than that of the stun baton.

"What kind of strange technology is this now?"

Tony Stark was usually the one who surprised others with his black technology, but today he understood how those people felt.

He had originally just wanted to meet the person behind Red Queen and see if there would be any surprises. Now, it seemed...

"There are a bit too many surprises."

Stark rallied his spirits and assumed the boxing stance he had learned from Happy.

"Come on, kid! Uncle Tony is going to get serious now!"

Then he was chased and beaten by Kraft.

Just learning a few days of boxing from his bodyguard and thinking he could teach Kraft a lesson, Tony Stark was really deluded. Although Kraft didn't know any Kung Fu, he had fought countless small and large brawls with a bunch of hoodlums in Hell's Kitchen back in the day. Teaching a half-baked fighter like Stark was child's play.

Mr. Tony Stark was feeling quite dejected.

From the moment he saw Kraft's Botai-kun, this test had spiraled wildly into a farce. If he could, Stark would have ended it long ago, but if it really ended like this, Mr. Stark would be extremely unwilling.

Because he had been continuously beaten by that unknown kid controlling the comical plush toy from beginning to end. Surrendering under such a farcical battle was unacceptable to the proud Tony Stark.

"Sir, it's a call from Ms. Pepper."

J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice sounded at the opportune moment, giving Stark the excuse he needed.

"Wait! I need to take a call!"

He quickly shouted to stop Kraft's pursuit and eagerly answered Pepper's call.

"Hi~ Little Pepper~ Is something wrong at the company again?"

Pepper, on the other end of the line, frowned. "Are you sick, Tony?"

Pepper almost thought she'd dialed the wrong number, if not for the familiar voice and tone coming through the phone. He was actually asking about company matters.

"...Alright, my mind was a bit fuzzy just now."

Stark, feeling choked up, rolled his eyes and casually brushed the topic aside.

"So, what's the call about?"

"It's nothing important..." Pepper could hear the perfunctory tone in Tony Stark's voice, but she knew it was useless to press him if he didn't want to talk. "It's just that there was a huge firework that suddenly exploded over your place. Tony, are you having a party at home?"

"Oh no, how could I be," Tony Stark vehemently denied. Unlike before his kidnapping, he intended to settle down now and didn't want Pepper to misunderstand. "I was just setting off a firework to celebrate, to celebrate my, uh, rebirth. Yes! That's it!"

"...Alright, Tony, whatever you're celebrating, please keep the noise down. Stark Industries' shareholders can't handle any more shocks."

"OK~ I got it."

Just as Pepper was surprised at how agreeable she had become, Tony Stark had already hung up the phone and shrugged at Kraft.

"You heard that too? The commotion earlier was too big. How about we call it a day for now? We can do it again sometime."

Stark didn't mention the outcome of their fight at all, and Kraft didn't mind either, as he had recorded the battle footage anyway.

"FUMO (Okay)."

Kraft nodded, then controlled Botai-kun to fly into the sky. A beam of light suddenly shot out from the empty sky, shining on Botai-kun, seemingly guiding it into the invisible aircraft.

Then Tony Stark watched as the funny yet powerful doll rapidly shrank until it disappeared.