They stepped together onto the platform elevator, the metal surface humming to life as it rose through the shaft—soft blue lights casting silhouettes on their faces.
As they ascended, Richard glanced at her. "What about Jack's armor? He's probably still expecting something flashy."
Lina tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable as always.
"Sir Jack's request was… distinct," she said. "His preferences align with historical aesthetics, specifically drawn from the Sengoku Jidai period."
She lifted her hand. A hovering drone zipped overhead, activating a compact projection dome. A holographic model formed between them—glowing lines sketching out sleek plates, curved pauldrons, and a distinctive kabuto-style helmet with sharp ridges.
"I have designated this variant Musashi Mark 1, in honor of Miyamoto Musashi—the sword-saint."
