Teacher Scarlett was engrossed , watching a large screen displaying the view of each student.
* Beep Beep *
The door of the room opened, and a young man stood at the doorway.
He was dressed very elegantly in a well-fitted suit, a green shirt, black pants, and brown shoes. He had long black hair and striking red eyes, along with a gentleman's demeanor.
* TAK TAK *
Without the need to face the door, she immediately recognized the visitor. "Roberto, why have you come here?" she inquired, her tone noticeably colder than her prior friendliness.
"Ah, Scarlett, my dearest! I'm here to lend you my support, naturally." he replied while presenting her with a bouquet of flowers.
Scarlett responded with a frigid tone, scoffing, "Come to help me? Let me have a good laugh!"
She turned around and looked directly into Roberto's eyes, her gaze sharp and accusing. "I bid you are here to protect your precious little group!"
Roberto responded with a gentlemanly tone, his voice carrying a hint of amusement as he said, "But, Scarlett, of course not."
Roberto added with a charming smile, "I am here to bring you this beautiful bouquet. "
" And I simply couldn't resist the opportunity to see your radiant presence, Scarlett."
Scarlett didn't take her eyes off Roberto. She knew he had come to check on his little proteges, but she couldn't do much about it.
After all, she had chosen to remain neutral in the battle between the nobles and commoners within the academy.
With a slight click of her tongue, she turned back to the screen.
Noticing that Scarlett hadn't kicked him out of the room, Roberto offered a smug smile and said, "Thank you, BABE ! Much appreciated!"
Scarlett didn't appreciate Roberto's smugness. She glared at him again, but her tone filled with frustration and anger as she retorted, "Don't call me that !! I know we've been childhood friends, but that doesn't mean I've ever liked you. We only associate because of our parents' connections, so know your boundaries or face unpleasant consequences."
Roberto responded with a somewhat defeated tone, "Alright, alright, message received loud and clear, 5/5."
Scarlett turned her attention back to the screen, not wanting to engage with Roberto any further.
As the macth was beginning , she watched the S.A.M.S. with three cores on the screen and shook her head. "Typical nobles, always resorting to these rigged S.A.M.S. that would never function in real-life scenarios." she muttered in frustration.
Next to her, Roberto remained silent, a mysterious smile playing on his lips, its meaning unclear.
Both of them fell silent, their eyes fixed on the screen. On the display, the nobles were recklessly charging into battle without any hint of strategy.
Despite creating their faction, they still had internal hierarchies, and every noble displayed their own arrogance, making teamwork challenging.
Scarlett couldn't help but mutter, "Typical nobles, charging in without a plan."
Roberto, however, wore a cryptic smile. "They're quite entertaining, aren't they?"
On the other side, the commoners seemed to be working together cohesively. A group of 5 S.A.M.S provided long-range support, another group appeared ready to flank, and a main group took the front lines.
Scarlett nodded, acknowledging the commoners' unity. "Indeed, they're displaying excellent teamwork, but their S.A.M.S won't hold unless there's a miracle."
Roberto, still smiling, leaned in and whispered, "And are you their miracle, my dear Scarlett?"
She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the screen, refusing to dignify his question with a response.
Roberto, seemingly persistent in his playful mood, continued to tease Scarlett. "Don't you think the nobles are missing someone?" he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Scarlett cast a glance at the screen, and only 19 mechs could be seen.
One was missing, but Scarlett already knew who that guy was.
She sighed and muttered, "Rick Gao, the young master of the influential Gao family, the source of all the trouble... and your cursed little brother."
Roberto, in a contemplative tone, added, "And I think he's already on your blacklist, along with his new friend... Mmmh, what's his name again?"
Scarlett responded, "Tatsumi. And yes, those two are now on my blacklist. One because he's your brother, and the other because he wants to pursue both the designer and pilot paths. It's foolish. I can see in his eyes that he's a clever young man, but... why?" She couldn't help but shake her head in exasperation at the decisions of the two students.
Roberto replied with a sigh, "You and your quick judgment, Scarlett, always searching for something more in every little anomaly. But sometimes, what you find might surprise you." He gave her a cryptic smile as they continued watching the intense battle who will unfold on the screen.
Returning their attention to the screen, they saw that the nobles had noticed the commoners and were charging directly at them without hesitation.
Meanwhile, the commoners who formed the group in the middle with five at the rear. The smaller group of three began moving to the right, preparing to flank the approaching nobles.
The tension in the room rose as the decisive moment neared.
The nobles were closing in on the commoners, their miniguns armed and ready.
It was as if a group of gardeners were ready to trim unruly plants.
However, the noise wasn't coming from the mechs but from the comms systems to , where the nobles could be heard shouting slogans like "Down with the commoners!" and "Punishment time!"
The commoners were also prepared for the upcoming clash. They organized themselves into two rows of Strikers in the front, with two Strikers on each side.
Those S.A.M.S on the front were tasked with protecting the five support units using their sturdy mechs as shields.
Meanwhile, the two pilots on the far left and right were to serve as distractions, diverting the enemy attention.
Finally, the group of three pilots was positioned to flank the enemy when the opportune moment arose.
Scarlett observed the formation and understood their strategy. She muttered to Roberto, "They've clearly thought this through. Those youngsters might be commoners, but they know how to plan."
Roberto nodded in agreement, acknowledging the commoners strategic prowess.
The commoners entered the view of the noble pilots, who immediately unleashed a barrage of firepower.
The 19 S.A.M.S from the noble faction fired their miniguns with all their might, bullets pounding into the commoners STRIKE shields.
The commoners, in response, held their ground, using their bodies as additional shields to buy as much time as possible. It was a calculated sacrifice, as they knew their shields wouldn't hold for long in the face of such overwhelming firepower.
On the left and right , the two Jormungandr S.A.M.S piloted by the commoners sped into action.
They rocketed towards the nobles with great velocity, diving into the midst of the enemy mechs and immediately drawing their attention.
Several noble pilots tried to intercept them, their mechs raising their lances to defend against the incoming attackers.
The battlefield was a frenzy of activity, with bullets flying, shields flickering, and the distinctive hum of mechs in motion. The nobles and commoners clashed, each side determined to prove their worth in this fierce simulation.
But who will be the winner ???