"Jialan, what's wrong? You seem distracted," Jialan's buddy, Han Yu, said, chuckling on their way back. Han Yu was from the School of Commanding, and both of them were low-profile Aslanians, buddies who grew up together.
"Don't talk about it. I met a freak today who passed all my basic training A tests using the Metal Guard."
"Basic Training A? That isn't easy." Han Yu didn't know how to respond. While it was difficult, passing it was no big deal. Jialan was making a fuss out of it.
Jialan didn't say anything else. His mind was filled with the scenes of the mech moving. It looked as if there was some sort of pattern, and yet he couldn't find any. It was so weird.
