6 months of living in the harsh terrain of the mountains already trained Andrew's physique and lungs, enabling him to adapt to the wild.
His lean but resilient muscles that were honed from months spent in this hell responded to his will, shaking off the cold as they got prepared, expanding like an elastic under his skin, then…
Whoosh!
Andrew charged back down the precipice of the mountain with astonishing speed towards the direction of the training base.
His speed was not yet at that superhuman level of Espers, but it was definitely far more impressive than anything that he could achieve 6 months ago.
Like Sir James always said, 'the body is the gateway to the mech'.
'If you are disabled, sorry buddy, unless you have a freakishly talented neural aptitude, your mech piloting ability will also be doomed to be disabled'.
'You use the effort to work on your body so it will work for you and not against you inside a mech'.
