A fresh silver sheen flowed slowly over Ratchet's new mechanical body. Surface armor made of liquid metal had a smooth yet hard matte finish, replacing his old shell, which had been covered in countless battle scars.
He moved his new limbs, the hydraulic components running with a steady, deep hum and not a trace of noise. He stretched his arms, twisted his waist and torso, and planted his feet heavily on the ground. Every movement was smooth and sharp, and his explosive power far surpassed what it had been before.
After a few simple practice moves, bursts of strength, and sprints, Ratchet's optics were filled with excitement and delight he could barely conceal.
He could clearly sense the earthshaking changes inside his body!
His strength, speed, and reactions had all increased, but that was not all. His body's tolerance for error, resistance to damage, and recovery abilities had reached levels he had never dared imagine before.
His weapons, which had often lacked the power he needed in battle, his aging body, and his fragile external armor had all been optimized and modified. Combined with his new liquid-metal body, his entire frame was like one reborn.
At that moment, he felt young again-stronger, even, than he had been in his youth.
Ratchet immediately looked up at the people standing around him, an eagerness for battle in his eyes. He clearly couldn't wait to find someone to test himself against and discover the true upper limit of his new combat strength.
His gaze swept swiftly across the crowd.
Optimus Prime was the leader of the Autobots and his superior, so sparring with him was out of the question on every count. Rimuru, meanwhile, looked calm, with a gentle aura about him. At a glance, he was no suitable candidate for testing combat