Far from the crowded arena used earlier, the venue for the next demonstration was much smaller.
And yet, somehow, it felt even livelier.
Maybe it was because every single person present had the same gleam in their eyes—the kind that only came from discovering something new. Or maybe it was because every few seconds, someone shouted, gasped, or muttered "impossible" under their breath.
"Wait a minute," someone blurted. "You're saying the whole thing can be disassembled and reassembled?"
"By itself?" another added, their voice nearly cracking from the pitch.
"Ideally, Master," Luca replied patiently. "But essentially, it's designed so that the major parts can be replaced even in the field. Because how could it repair other mechas if it gets bogged down first?"
A wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd. A few heads turned. Some scoffed. Others leaned in.
In a way, Luca expected this kind of resistance after learning that not all the masters were associated with the military.
