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Let's trade." The second mecha pilot said directly to the point.
"No." My big bro replied stubbornly. "Get Quesera and get the hell out of my academy."
"Exactly my point. I am willing to trade Quesera for the schematics of the Deathscythe." The second mecha pilot said.
I expected my big bro to curse him and continue to shoo him off the premises of the academy, but to my surprise, he remained silent.
"She will resume her studies at the National Mecha Pilot Academy and she will have no ties to the Military High Command Cadet Corps. You will gain a highly skilled student, and for absolutely no loss on your side. In fact, the Federation will benefit from a strengthened Military High Command!" The second mecha pilot continued.
