"WHAT THE HECK? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" I shouted loudly.
But my voice disappeared completely in the roar of excitement that the rest of the students were giving out.
"No wonder they allowed me to use my special skill! They wanted to bury me under the attacks of a thousand mechas! Evil! Big bro, how can you do this to me!!" I moaned, feeling slightly betrayed.
But deep within me, an indomitable sense of confidence began to bubble up slowly.
I knew that I was extremely strong.
But to have the entire Grand Melee set up in such a way so as to specifically target and bring me down, served as a powerful acknowledgement of my strength by the academy.
I was a special existence, and required special treatment!
"Justin, be careful, alright?" Tes gripped the edge of my sleeve tightly.
"Don't worry, Tes. As you probably already know, I can manifest armor. Don't say five thousand, even fifty thousand practice mechas can't do anything to me!" I assured her confidently.
