"I can't beat you either. What's the point of talking about revenge? It's just fate,"
Hiroshi Matsushima said, picking up the storage device.
"Old Hammer... Hammer. Yes, I remember him. He joined us thirty-nine years ago, only in his teens at the time, mainly practicing Mech Armor Iron Fist but skilled at striking later but arriving first. Relying on his innate speed to fight speed with speed, waiting for the opponent to reveal a weakness, then striking their weakest with his strongest. It's a gift hardwired into his genes, which others can only envy. But this natural advantage also became his crutch. He placed too much importance on 'strike later but arrive first,' obsessed with 'defense and counterattack.' I warned him that wasn't good, but he wouldn't listen. How many feints did you use when you killed him?"
