Come on, we still have things to do. We must live for the future of this world. After watching the end of the second season of Gundam 00, I turned off the computer out of boredom. Oh my god, another one is over. Please, can't Gundam make a few hundred episodes like Naruto? There are only fifty episodes at most each time, seriously! While complaining, I began to think about today's schedule.
Well, I'm very free today. Should I go to the game shop or the model shop? Well, it doesn't matter anyway. The perspective turned to the inside of the house. I saw that the walls of the house were covered with posters of the Gundam series, from the U.C. series to the latest series, plus the Gundam model (also known as Gangpula). Everyone knew what my interest was.
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Then let me introduce myself. My name is Shaya Aznabur, no, I'm called Hiro Amya. The child of an extremely ordinary family in the extremely ordinary Fujimicho of the extremely ordinary Haiming City (Note: Elementary school third grade student). And the only thing that could be called a unique characteristic was that I was an otaku. In other words, I'm an otaku,Otaku,Neet. Anyway, society doesn't have a good impression of people like me. And because my parents were away on business for a long time, no one hindered my interest. To me, this is a free environment like heaven. However, I still have to go to class. After all, if I am found out that I skipped class and it is passed to my parents, I have freedom.
It didn't take too much time. I changed my clothes and was ready to kill my boring time. After going through a difficult psychological struggle, I decided to go to the model shop to have a look. The reason was that there was no new movie that I liked recently. Moreover, it was said that the model shop that I went to had the latest purchase of the M 1/100 Sazabi. If I didn't buy it, the god of Gangpula would definitely not forgive me!!! I muttered in my heart as I locked the door and slowly walked towards Tiger.
The scenery along the way was still the same. After all, I was also a regular customer there. I had walked this road hundreds of times. While looking at the unchanging scenery, he sighed at the beauty of this ordinary human life: unlike the Newtype who had special abilities and was treated as a different kind, and unlike the Adjustor who was too outstanding and was envied by others. All in all, an ordinary life like this should be the most suitable for me…Like an old man. Me? Are you so bored that you want to vomit? Really.
I walked out of the shop with the bag, beaming with joy."Not only is it SAZabi, but you can even get your hands on the Hi-V Gundam. It's really a blessing to our ancestors ^_^!"”While talking to himself, he set foot on the road home with excitement. It was already dusk, and the ordinary scenery seemed to be dazzling under the high mood. Just as I was admiring the scenery that seemed to be very different from usual, a glass ball-like thing came into my sight: it was a crystal-like diamond-shaped small stone. There was a blood-red Roman number in the center of the blue transparent crystal. Seeing this small thing, I felt a very wonderful feeling in my heart: it seemed that this small stone had the power to change my fate.
But to tell the truth, I never believed in the existence of gods in this world, except for the God of Gampula. So I didn't care about the stone at all, but I thought it was pretty, so I put it in my pocket and immediately set foot on the road home again. I was so focused on how to make the model that I didn't notice that the crystal in my pocket was emitting a strange aura.
With a body as tired as a dead dog and a heart as high as the sun, I kicked open the door of my apartment. First, he placed the model properly and then prepared the tools. Just as I was about to start assembling the two strongest Mechs in the world, my ravaged stomach let out a series of screams,"I haven't had a good meal in a long time." Although I usually eat instant noodles or chips to fill my stomach, today is a very important day (Assembly of Divine Armaments), so I decided to cook myself. Of course, my cooking skills are not just for show.
After filling my stomach, I finally began the assembly work. I removed the parts, placed them in place, applied the binding agent, waited for them to dry, set up the POSE, sprayed the paint, and then added some small self-made parts. A gorgeous Sazabi was born in my hands! Every time this happened, my heart would throb. Every time a powerful, beautiful, and handsome Mech was born in my hands, I would have a feeling that I was born for Gundam, or rather, I am Gundam! Of course, it was just wishful thinking.
I often fantasize about driving the legendary Gundam one day and fighting the enemy for all kinds of reasons. However, every time I fantasize, I realize how weak I am. My limbs are like bamboo poles, my face is pale, and my ribs are clearly visible. Even if I have a Gundam, I can't drive it. Perhaps even the accelerated G-force will flatten me. Every time I think about it, I will inadvertently become depressed." "I really want to become a Gundam." This wish has echoed in my heart many times. Perhaps I have always had a dream of becoming a hero in my heart. Unfortunately, reality is cruel. It's better to give up." I said to myself.
After putting the two airframes in position and putting them down, I took out the crystal I picked up. It was a strange feeling. If he kept staring, he felt like he was going to be sucked in. Because that feeling was too strange, I felt a slight fear. Just as he was about to put it down, a faint voice sounded in his ear."Power…I want…I want…I hurriedly looked around, but I didn't see anyone. The voice continued,""I want…power…Eh…" I feel very scared and confused. Power? What kind of power? Just as I was thinking this, the voice replied,"Powerful…Power…became…Hero's... Strength…"To be honest, I wavered. Becoming a hero was the dream of every teenager. After much consideration, I gave my answer…
"Give me strength, the strength that can become a hero, the strength that can become a Gundam!!”I shouted loudly.
"Like you…"I wish…" the voice replied.
Then, I felt a pain that felt like I was being cut into pieces. I couldn't faint, so I could only bite the bedsheet and persevere. Finally, the pain passed, and I…fell asleep with a relieved look on my face.
When I regained consciousness, it was already noon on the second day. After I woke up, I checked my body with extreme excitement and nervousness. The result was disappointing. Her body was still the same as before, with thin arms and legs, weak muscles, and her usual pale face. It was as if nothing had happened. Other than the pain all over his body, everything else was so normal that it was as if the voice had never existed.
Just as I was complaining in disappointment and indignation, an extremely strange mechanical voice sounded from beside me." Hello-hello-Amro-" I turned my head stiffly like an ancient machine that hadn't been oiled for decades. What I saw was an incredible scene. The robot pet Harrow that I placed beside my bed was actually jumping! This was not the strangest thing. What was with that classic voice? Who was Amulo calling? Me? Am I Amulo? If I were Amulo, I would at least have a Gundam to drive, right? But I…
I was in a state of confusion due to Harlow's words. While I was rambling and complaining to myself, Harlow had already jumped to my bedside and kept shouting," Hello, Amulo. Hello, Amulo." Normally, I would be so excited that I would treat this Haro like a treasure. But right now, I wasn't in the mood to do that. Because I had been involved in too many things, my mental state was already close to the point of " going berserk." In addition, there was a noisy Harrow beside me that kept calling out. I finally understood how V.Gundalivosso felt.
After spending the entire afternoon, I finally adjusted my condition. The first thing I did after I calmed down was…
After all, I didn't want to hear him call me Amulo when I brought him out. If those mule fans heard it, I would be drowned in a pig cage.
After spending 1 hour, 35 minutes and 7 seconds, I finally changed the way Haro addressed me from "Amulo" to "Hiro". Just as I was cheering for the completion of a difficult mission, a bolt of lightning flashed by. I suddenly realized, to my dismay, that because I was so focused on changing my name, I had completely forgotten the most important question.
I hurriedly grabbed Harlow and asked with a very fierce (self-proclaimed) expression,""Hey, you, where's the power you promised me? Where did he go, huh?"
" I've already given it to you, Harlow." Harlow was completely unaffected.
"Huh? Already given? Then why haven't I changed at all!”By someone who was exasperated.
" I gave you magic, so your appearance hasn't changed at all." By was still unaffected.
"Alright, how much mana do I have?”I compromised.
" According to the current situation, it's an F class Harlow." The same rigid electronic synthesized voice sounded so hateful in my ears.
"…Then, how is magic ranked?”I still have hope.
" From high to low, it's SSS, SS, S, AAAs, AAAs, A, B, C, D, E, and F-ranked Harlow." These words shattered my little hope and self-esteem.
"…I say, do you really want to be dismembered by me that much? Ah!" I think my face must be very ferocious now.
" Please don't do that, Harrow. If you do that, I'll self-destruct, Harrow." The synthesized voice seemed to think that it hadn't hit me hard enough, and it said an extremely detestable truth.
"Do I have any special abilities?”I feel like crying right now.
" Yes, hello." Look, it must be…Wait, it said yes?
"Then what is my special ability?”I was filled with anticipation.
" At the cost of mana, you can transform into all kinds of Ms. Harlow."
Upon hearing this, a ray of light appeared in my despairing world. "Then what can I change into?" I could feel my voice trembling.
"Here's the list." A screen appeared in front of me. There was a list of all sorts of MAs and MAs, ranging from the oldest to the newest. I should have been very excited, but the more I looked, the darker my face became. Why? This was because other than the low-quality mass-produced mechs like Jim and Zha Gu, the other mechs were all in a gray state that could not be selected. Moreover…the mana consumption was too high, right? With my current F-class magic power, I can only last 3 minutes in Jim's form. This was even worse than the five-minute toy! (Note: Eva)
Looking at my expression that was about to explode, Harlow finally said something good."You can exchange for weapons or jets instead of the entire Mech, Harlow."
Hearing this, I finally had a preliminary understanding of my abilities. High mana consumption, few early options, unknown power, but there should be a lot of room for development. Thinking of this, I wanted to test my abilities. I raised my right hand and shouted at the ceiling,"Come on! Gundam!" A gust of autumn wind swept up a few fallen leaves, but nothing happened.
I looked at Harrow with a dark expression, but he said innocently,"First, I need to set the activation language," I shouted in grief."Why didn't you say so earlier? Why did you make me do such an embarrassing POSE?!”
Although I knew how to summon a weapon, I was still stuck in another problem. What should I do with the activation language? [Transformation]? [We are good at assembling machinery, and oil flows through our veins]? No, it was too shocking.[Gundam, attack]? [I'm the inheritor of fate…] Ah, damn, she's not a magical girl. Isn't that too old-fashioned? At this moment, scenes from a few non-robot animations that I occasionally watch appeared in front of me. Countless broken weapons were stuck messily into the yellow soil. In the fiery red sky, a huge gear was swinging a pendulum. The Red Knight who had stepped into the Gate of Heroic Spirits through endless training that ordinary people couldn't imagine, that lonely but tall figure was still engraved in my mind.
"Alright, it's decided.”I told Harrow the activation words I had decided on and began my first spell: "Traceon." I could feel a surge of energy in my body gathering in my hand. The magic power that gushed out slowly formed a metallic 120mm machine gun (miniature).
Looking at the machine gun in my hand, my heart was beating fast. Even if I hadn't tested its power yet, I was already excited enough to be able to create a weapon with my own abilities. Furthermore, I liked Mechanic weapons and not medieval swords.
At this moment, I found Harrow very pleasing to the eye. Therefore, I decided to give it a new name. After all, it would be easy to get confused if I kept calling it 'Harlo'(after all, Harlow had appeared in many series). Also, as Harlow said,"it is a necessary medium when summoning weapons", it would probably become my fixed equipment. How could I not give it a special name?
"En, how about Lance?" "It doesn't matter, Harrow."
So I hugged Harlow, whom I named Lance, and fell asleep again. After all, all kinds of things had happened. However, to put it in an extremely vulgar way, the gears of fate have already begun to turn, and my fate…God knows what will happen to me.
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