Half an hour later, Ves had concluded a bunch of health examinations. After he shrunk his body to his most comfortable human state, he cleaned himself up and donned his uniform again.
He found it a bit regrettable that he had to return the nanosuit, but he did not mind it too much.
He vastly preferred it if he could design and fabricate a suit of his own that could keep up with his growth in scale.
He already had a number of interesting ideas in mind on how to design a suit that could significantly improve the combat capabilities of his true body.
However, all of that sounded rather superfluous to Ves. The quick and overwhelming defeat against a single first-class multipurpose mech thoroughly disabused him of the notion that he could actually fight alongside his own mechs.
He was not his father. He was not his mother. He was not his uncle. He was not his grandfather. He was not Ketis. He was not Venerable Joshua.
