AN: HELLO EVERYONE! ARC Alpha 12 here, and I cannot begin to describe how excited I am. October 2nd marked the 2 year anniversary of RWBY Build Fighters, and I cannot believe it has come as far as it has!
I cannot begin to thank you all for the love and support you have brought this little fan fiction. When I first came up with it, it wasn't much more than a rough and weird idea, but it's become a passion and I'm so happy to share it with you each month!
I intend on continuing to write until I'm finished. That's the plan, anyway. So, with that declaration out of the way, let's get to the new chapter!
"God damn, how did you do that?"
Jim looked at Hathaway through his dark sunglasses. Despite his girlfriend losing, he honestly was more shocked that Hathaway had been on the money as to how the fight was going to go down.
Adeline and Jack raised their eyebrows, wondering the same thing as well. "I must say," Jack commented, "your prediction was rather startling."
Hathaway shrugged and smirked. "I can't help it. I just kind of knew."
Adeline gave him a skeptical look. "Uh huh. Yeah. Suuuure."
"Seriously, Hath, you knew something." Jack leaned in and narrowed her eyes. "What other kind of information are you not telling us?"
"Look." Hath glanced at Jack with an amused look in his eyes. "I just had a little birdie in the right place tell me something interesting. That's all there is to it."
"And what, pray tell, was that?"
"Well, apparently Yang and Blake have been coming to the Branwen Dojo and training under Raven Branwen, and that Sekai Kamiki has also been there for most of the last month, studying new techniques. I also know that Yang fought Sekai a few days ago, and was soundly defeated, and then had a three-on-three fight against a student Raven recently expelled for unsportsmanlike conduct, one Adam Taurus, who is probably on par with most of us in skill."
He picked up his soda and swirled it lightly in his hand as he thought. "Apparently, Yang took a bit of a beating enough of one, in fact, that she probably realized her old Gunpla couldn't cut it in the big leagues. So I fully expected her and Ruby to work on a new one. But even I wasn't prepared for how extensively it was modified."
Adeline sighed. "That's a lot of info from your little birdie."
"Yes," Jack agreed. "I take it this happened to be from your sister Josephina, correct? She's probably training at the Branwen Dojo and told you all of this."
Hathaway closed his eyes with a smile but said nothing as he sipped on his drink. Jack shook her head and placed two thousand yen on the table. Jim grumbled and did the same.
"Hey, it's not my fault you all challenged me to a bet I knew I'd win," he said with a chuckle as he swept the money into his hand and put it in a coin purse.
"Tsk, just my luck to get hustled by you," Jim complained.
Adeline shook her head. "And this is why I didn't take the bet."
Hathaway, looking a bit more pleased and four thousand yen richer, sat back in his chair. "Even though the last fight was a foregone conclusion, I was still surprised. Especially by Yang's ability to basically make up attacks on the fly." He took a sip of his soda. "It gave me an idea as to what to finally do with that Xi Gundam sitting on my desk. But I'll need a decent amount of time to make it work."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "The implications of that are terrifying," she replied. "And here I thought you already had your next few Gunpla picked out."
"Oh, I do. I have about six options ready for my next round."
His eyes darted up from Jack and looked behind her at a table a few meters away, partially hidden behind one of the large decorative plants that dotted the cafeteria. He noticed a rather well-dressed blonde woman sitting there, eating a salad in a manner he had only ever seen high-ranking authority figures do in movies or TV shows. There was an air about her that exuded conviction and purpose, mixed with dread. Something about her made him uneasy.
He noticed a tall man with pale hair and glasses and a cane approach the woman. It took him a moment to recognize the man. Harold Ozpin, the sponsor of several of the teams that were in the doubles tournament.
"Is this seat taken?" Ozpin said, catching the blonde woman's attention.
Hathaway smirked and sat back. "Speaking of next round…" he commented quietly. Jack and Adeline gave him a confused look before turning around, seeing Salem offer Ozpin a seat across from her.
"Salem Autry of Team Godslayer and Harold Ozpin, Team Flower Power's sponsor?" Jack asked, surprised. "Their teams face off in the last round of the first tier."
"Yeah, which starts after the second exhibition match ends, in about a half-hour," Adeline noted.
"Councilwoman Autry," Ozpin greeted her. "I believe it's been about five years since we last spoke."
"Herald," Salem replied with a slight smile. "And it's ex-councilwoman. I stepped down, remember?"
"Indeed. I would have expected you to be prepping your team."
Salem closed her eyes, lifting another bite of her salad up. "Heh, the same could be said to you. I have the utmost confidence in Hazel and Tyrian's abilities. A pep talk is wasted on them."
She set her fork back down into her salad, bite intact. "I'm surprised to see you here, Oz. I figured you'd be fawning over the prince yet again and his childish whims."
"Prince Reiji's well taken care of, rest assured. I have more pressing interests to deal with." Ozpin adjusted his glasses. "When I saw you here, I thought this might be a good opportunity to catch up."
"Hmm." Salem eyed him, eyes half-lidded. "Indeed." She inhaled slowly, looking at him with suspicious curiosity. "And what, pray tell, could you wish to speak to me about?"
"Before the dinner a few nights ago, it had been nearly five years since we had last spoken," Ozpin started. "During those years, I have been trying to keep tabs on you, to try and reach out and get in contact. You were exceptionally difficult to locate."
She gave him a wry smile. "Lonely, Oz? I always knew you were a sentimental type." Her smile faded a bit, a hint of sadness crossing her eyes as she looked down. "I admit, I have missed you, as well."
"Then please," he pleaded, "help me understand. What are you doing here?"
Her eyes darted back up to his. "You should know by now. I have my own goals and aspirations to attain. Being a councilwoman would have only been temporary, and from what I hear, Ambers is doing wonders in my place. Which makes me happy."
"She could use your insight. She's still young, not much older than Prince Reiji himself."
Salem shook her head. "Arian, for all the good it was as my birthplace, no longer feels like home. Not without you."
"I'm still there." He tilted his head, concerned. "I don't-"
"I'm not speaking of your physical presence," Salam snapped, cutting him off. Anger seemed to flare on her eyes as she locked gazes with his. "Ever since the prince first returned to Arian after his initial transportation to Earth, no matter how accidental it had been, your mind has been traveling the stars. For over eight years, you have been focused so much on Earth that you let our marriage dwindle right from under your nose. Earth became your mistress, and you spent every waking moment fantasizing about her."
She scoffed. "Is it any wonder why I decided to leave? Three years of your continued focus and you neglecting us is more than one woman could bear."
Ozpin closed his eyes, thinking. "I know. As a husband and partner, I failed you. I put the future of Arian and the excitement of opening diplomatic relations. I'm sorry."
She narrowed her eyes. "Hmm. I believe you. But I cannot accept your apology." She crossed her arms. "You still don't fully understand. And, for being the highly intelligent man you are, if you can't deduce why I cannot accept, then, frankly, you don't deserve to know."
"Salem, that's-"
"Harsh? No, what's harsh is leaving me, for three years, to dedicate your time and energy to figuring out what could be done to broaden relations with Earth. What's harsh is obsessing for months over the continuing antics of Reiji once he returned from his first trip and told you about what Earth was like. Your obsession with the Mashitas, with the Arista crystal they stole, and the influence they had here."
Her glare hardened. "You abandoned me, Ozpin. So naturally, I decided to see why."
"Except you had a hand in this, as well. Long before I even stepped in." Ozpin's face returned her defiant look. "Your assistance with the Mashita brothers escaping from Arian with the main Arista crystal contributed to this entire situation, using your vault access codes. It laid the groundwork for things that are happening now. If it hadn't been for Prince Reiji figuring out how to come here on a whim, we might have never learned the truth."
Salem closed her eyes. "Are you interrogating me, Ozpin?"
"I'm trying to understand."
"Good." She reopened her eyes, the icy blue hues now with an intensity that I lacked before. "Because, as you are no doubt aware, you hold no authority here. Your insinuations about my collaboration with the Mashitas and the theft of the main Arista crystal are insulting."
Ozpin seemed unphased. "Then you perhaps should discuss this with the council back on Arian."
She smirked and shook her head. "I honestly have no intention of ever returning to Arian."
He tilted her head. "Then what do you plan to do with the Arista gems your jewelry is currently missing?"
Her smirk faded and surprise took hold. He continued. "The gems I gave you for your birthday nine years ago in your necklace and earrings. They've been replaced with copies, likely made of the same Plavsky particle plastic several Gunpla fighters use now. Convincing copies, able to fool anyone, not of Arian."
Her brow furrowed. "Now you are interrogating me," she retorted, before standing up abruptly. "You can have the rest of my salad. I've lost my appetite, and it's what you're best at-cleaning up after other people's messes. Which you should properly do; after all, the Mashitas wasn't the first from Arian to discover the ability to transport themselves to Earth."
She walked away, leaving him sitting in front of her uneaten salad with a tired look on his face. He stared at the plate for a long time, before slowly standing up and taking the food to the trash can on the other side of the cafeteria.
The table near them had fallen silent. They had been close enough to hear the discussion, but couldn't really make sense of it. Adeline and Hathaway stared at each other, processing what had just been overheard. Jack was lost in thought.
"Well, that was interesting," Jim said after a moment.
"What the hell did we just listen to?" Adeline asked confusion etched onto her face. "What the hell in an Arian? And what are Arista crystals?"
"And Prince Reiji," Jim added. "Think it's the same Reiji that was in the Seventh Tournament?"
"I can think of very few that have that name," Hathaway replied. "But a prince?"
"You know," Jack muttered, "I recall hearing the name Arian in my history class. I think it had to do with the lost colony ship to Mars almost a hundred years ago."
"Hmmm, back before we started looking at the moon as a better site," Hathaway remarked. "That does strike me as familiar."
"But wasn't that ship, you know, lost?" Adeline asked. "Grrrr, my head hurts!"
"That Ozpin guy mentioned taking Salem back to Arian, and she said she wouldn't go," Jim pointed out. "It sounds like the lost ship Arian isn't so lost, after all. But then...what happened, and why are they here now? And is Reiji one of them? Does that make them aliens?! Maybe the government is treating this like Earth did with Vagan in Gundam AGE!"
Hathaway rolled his eyes. "Let's keep the conspiracy theories to a minimum. The more important question is, do Ruby and all the others Ozpin is sponsoring know?"
"Should we tell them?" Adeline looked to Jack. "This is kinda hard to even imagine for us."
"Which is exactly why I don't believe we should tell them," Jack declared. "Hearing all this second hand is likely to only muddy waters. We don't know the full story, we couldn't accurately give them a proper retelling of what we heard, and frankly, it doesn't concern us. More importantly than that, however, it could negatively affect all of their performance in the tournament, which I don't feel like we should do."
"You're right." Hathaway crossed his arms and nodded. "We'd only confuse them. They need to remain focused. It's not our place to say a word."
Jim sighed. "File that under 'useless information.' Got it."
Adeline shifted in her seat. She didn't feel comfortable just doing that. But she had to admit, Jack had a point. The others wouldn't know what to make of this. Even they didn't know what was going on.
All they could do was hope it didn't cause a complication in the future.
"So, Nora, are you ready?" Pyrrha asked. She tilted her head slightly and smiled brightly at her friend, who was grinning like a maniac and practically twitching with energy.
"Oh yeah!" She shouted, leaping out of her seat with a fist pumped into the air. "Ren and I are gonna pound them into the dirt!"
Ren glanced up at her, a small smile crossing his lips. "It's good that she is this enthusiastic."
Ruby looked at Nora's partner. "Are you nervous?"
Ren shook his head. "Not really. All we can do is our best. Whatever happens, happens."
"They'll never know what hit them!" Nora added. "We're gonna pulverize these guys!"
Jaune laughed, before glancing around at the group. Ciel and Professor Polendina had taken their leave, but Penny had stayed behind, still sitting with Weiss and Ruby on the other couch.
He glanced at Pyrrha. His friends had all proven their merit, win or lose. He felt like he was leagues behind them, but Ciel's words still echoed in the back of his brain, which gave him some comfort. Maybe she was right. And, he and Pyrrha had been working on the finishing touches of his new weapon set. The next fight would be far better for him.
For now, though, he had to support Ren and Nora. The two of them were up to bat now. "Hey, guys. No matter what happens, give it your all, okay?"
Ren nodded. "Of course."
"C'mon, Ren! We still got about fifteen minutes to kill. Let's get down there and show them what we're made of! And afterward, I want some pancakes for my victory dinner!"
"I feel like that would be unwise," Ren replied. "You had that for breakfast."
"So?! What's your point?!"
Nora planted her fists on her hips and gave Ren a challenging look, which made the others laugh as he simply shrugged.
Ruby chuckled, but then looked down at her hands. A forlorn look crossed her face, which Penny noticed immediately. "Ruby, you appear to be distressed."
All eyes snapped to the girl, who looked up and realized everyone was staring at her. Her eyes darted between the group before she began frantically waving her hands in front of her, trying to wave off their concerns. "Oh! Nonono, don't worry about me! I'm fine, really!"
"It's Yang, isn't it?" Weiss asked, unimpressed by her antics. "You're worried about her."
Ruby put her hands down and glanced at Weiss. "Well...yeah. I mean, I don't know much about the whole 'assimilation' thing. Nobody does, really. Only recently has it really started happening frequently enough for people to try and study, and that's mostly thought to be because of the new Plavsky particles or something. But I know she's gonna be fine, it's just…"
Weiss placed her hand on Ruby's and squeezed. "How about we go and visit her after Nora's fight? It'll give her some time to rest, and she might wind up waking up by then."
Ruby paused, before nodding. "Okay. Can you text Blake and see where they are?"
"Of course." Weiss gave Ruby a pleasant smile to reassure her, before digging around in her purse for her phone. That one act gave the younger girl a much-needed sense of relief.
She turned back to Nora and Ren. "Guys, do your best! But be careful, okay?"
Nora gave her a large grin. "Oh, we will!"
Ren nodded in agreement. "We have no intention of losing."
Nora grabbed Ren's hand. "Come on! I wanna grab a juice before we dunk on these guys!"
"Nora, wait-" Ren tried to protest, but his girlfriend's much stronger build won over his resistance and he was pulled easily off the couch. Pyrrha and Jaune both laughed as Nora dragged the pitiable young man down the hallway towards the concession stands.
"They don't look concerned," Jaune said. "Maybe because you guys beat a national champ and Yang and Blake beat two of them. Nora seems pretty confident."
"I know that Ren has some Gunpla experience over in China. But Nora's never competed before," Weiss mused with concern. "I hope that confidence isn't unfounded."
"Blake doesn't, either, but she did pretty well against Team Iron Crane," Ruby reminded them.
Pyrrha tilted her head. "But I seem to recall that Blake and Yang were training at a Gunpla Dojo with Yang's biological mother. Nora doesn't have that advantage…"
"No, but she's got something better," Jaune replied with confidence. "The power of love."
They all stopped to look at him. Each one wore expressions of embarrassment or disbelief. Jaune shrugged. "What? Have you seen what happens if Ren gets hit in a Gunpla battle?! Nora goes ballistic."
Pyrrha looked up and nodded, thinking back to the fight against the Death Stinger and a few other practices fights she and Jaune had had with the two of them. "That's a fair point. As long as she can focus, that rage could be her biggest equalizer."
"I suppose…" Ruby said. "Though, I think it comes down to what Gunpla the others are using. Normally, Hazel, the German National Champion, prefers big and beefy Gundams. Like Gundam AGE-1 Titus or Bolt Gundam. In fact, I think his most recent one was a Titus that was modified with Bolt Gundam-like cosmetics and abilities."
Jaune raised an eyebrow. "What about the other guy in Godslayer?"
Ruby shrugged. "Dunno. I tried looking him up last night before bed; this Tyrion guy just doesn't seem to exist in the sport till now. I have no idea what kind of Gunpla he uses or his fighting style. He's kinda like you or Nora or Weiss or Blake-unregistered, and is participating as the plus one to the people who were invited."
Weiss clenched her fist in front of her. "Well, then, we just need to trust in Nora and Ren, then. With or without 'the power of love,' the two of them should blow anyone away."
Jaune gave her an annoyed look. "You don't have to go teasing me, you know."
Pyrrha giggled and laid her head on Jaune's shoulders. "But it's far too easy, Jaune." She entwined her fingers with his and squeezed his hand. "Let's root for the two of them, together."
Salem's mood seemed to permeate the entire immediate area as she briskly walked back to her VIP box. A miasma of displeasure and seething contempt radiated from the Team Godslayer founder. Her fists were clenched, and her steel blue eyes looked like cold lasers as she swung the door open.
Cinder, Watts, Tyrion, Emerald, Mercury, and Hazel simultaneously turned to face her. It was apparent to everyone that she was seething. Only Tyrion had the guile to approach as she entered.
"My lady," he greeted her with a courteous bow. "It's good that you've arrived. I-"
"Tyrion, Hazel," she interrupted, facing the large former wrestler and ushering to her side, alongside his upcoming partner.
Hazel nodded and approached before she glanced around at both of them. "In less than ten minutes, you will be facing Ozpin's final team in this tournament."
She made intense eye contact with both of them as she spoke, pausing only to let her words take perch. "I have just had a rather uncomfortable meeting with Ozpin. He believes he is in the right to try and interfere with our plans. I have every intention to show him otherwise."
She began walking around Tyrion's left side. "You will be my messengers. The instruments of my will. And my will is this: in this match, I do not want you to simply beat these children. I want you to obliterate them. I want to see their Gunpla in pieces. I want them to be a message, and you to be harbingers of things to come, should others choose to oppose us."
Cinder took notice of the malice in Salem's voice, and the grin that Tyrion wore chilled her. He was enjoying this. She also noticed the apprehension in Hazel's features as she spoke.
Salem turned to Watts. "Arthur, I take it Tyrion's machine performed to your exacting specifications in the test."
Watts smirked. "Actually, it far exceeded anything I could have hoped for. I attribute this to a combination of both his visceral fighting style and the machine's superb agility, but it perfectly fits him."
"Miss Autry."
Salem turned to Hazel, an expectant look on her face. "Yes, Hazel?"
"Our opponents…" The conflict written on Hazel's features was plainly evident. "They are just children. I could understand such brutality when going against Ricardo Fellini or Kyrus Alexander, but I don't think these children represent that large of a threat. Tyrion and I can handle them without such methods."
Tyrion merely smirked as he glanced to Salem, who paused for a moment before responding. She turned fully to face him.
"I completely understand your apprehension," she said slowly. "These methods may seem extreme and unnecessary if they were any of the other contestants.
"However, I ask you to keep in mind that many of the National Champions entered in this competition are not much older than Ozpin's children. That, and most of them have already been eliminated by those very children. So it stands to reason that, in light of that evidence, nothing but the most dominating performance from the two of you will cut it."
She slowly approached Hazel. "If your conscience is getting the better of you, you are free to leave. Your assistance is requested, but not required; there are six contestants under Team Godslayer, and I can easily drop that to five, should you find my methods to be not to your liking."
Her calm demeanor once again was saturated with a dangerous, threatening aura. "However, remember our terms-in exchange for your services, your sister Gretchen gets the treatment she needs to ease her chronic illness. If you choose to back out of our agreement, then funding those treatments no longer becomes a priority to me. So I would recommend you remember why you agreed to assist me, and what it means if you choose to renege on your deal."
Hazel's heart sank as she spelled out what he already knew. After a moment, his eyes closed and he bowed his head. "Of course, my lady."
Tyrion chuckled. "Don't fret, Hazel. I'm more than up to the task of dealing with the pipsqueaks if your heart isn't in on this."
Salem abruptly spun to face him. "No, Tyrion. I don't want you to handle this by yourself. I want to see how far Hazel's commitment to this endeavor goes. Is that understood?"
Tyrion bowed slightly. "Of course."
"Good. Remember: crush them. Tear them apart. Send Ozpin a message that his other teams do not stand a chance." She waved towards the door. "Now go."
Hazel, misgivings clearly showing, turned and headed to the door, with Tyrion right behind him, taking off the brown suit jacket he wore and slinging it over his shoulder. The feelings of the two men couldn't have been any different.
Cinder approached Salem, watching them leave and close the door. "Hazel concerns me. What if he can't follow through?"
"Then Tyrion knows to eliminate these two opponents himself," Salem replied. "His sister's quality of life is an insurance policy I was hoping I wouldn't have to use, but in the end, it doesn't matter. You or Adam, or perhaps Mercury or Emerald, can easily replace him if this persists."
Cinder smirked. "Of course. I just wanted to be sure."
Salem turned and placed a comforting hand on Cinder's shoulder, before spinning and walking over to the large window overlooking the arena. "It's time to finish the first round."
Yuuma had had enough of Sekai's ravings.
The energetic martial artist had worn down his last nerve, and he had to take a walk during the exhibition matches. There was only so much fangirling he could take from the boy over what Yang just pulled off.
He understood Sekai's excitement, but there were lines to how much someone could take. Fortunately, a can of coffee and a walk had done wonders to calm his agitation.
He strolled through the back area, approaching one of the multiple lobbies for the fighters, like the one he just left. However, only two people sat in the seats here, which made for a marked improvement over what he had just left behind.
At least, it had, until he noted it was Minato and Sansoro who were frequenting this location.
Hastily, he spun on his heel and tried to exit the lobby the way he came, but Sansoro looked over at him before he could leave.
"Hey, Yuuma," he greeted, the trademark lazy look on his face. Yuuma froze in his tracks, glancing over at the two of them as Minato turned.
"What do you want?" Minato asked sourly. "You come to rub it in that you beat us?"
Yuuma sighed heavily. "No, Minato. I just happened across you." He approached the two of them. "I didn't even know anyone was here. I just needed to get away from Sekai for a bit."
Minato smirked. "Heh, he driving you up the wall? I can see it, after that last fight."
Sansoro nodded as Yuuma took a seat. "Yeah, I must admit, I was incredibly impressed. To see such an imitation of Sei Iori's RG System perform at that level. It was inspiring, really."
Yuuma glanced at the two of them. "So, you noticed the way the Blazing Gundam took in particles, too."
Minato shot him an annoyed look. "Of course we did. Who do you think we are?!" He looked up at the ceiling, arms sprawled over the back of the couch. "Gotta admit, though, even I never thought of doing something like that. That was some next-level designing."
Sansoro grinned and looked at the television. "And now we have the last battle of the first round. Team Godslayer versus Team Flower Power. Heh, the last one's name seems a bit odd, but I hear Lie Ren is part of it, so this should be interesting."
Minato and Yuuma both looked at Sansoro. "You know this guy?"
"I met him once, while Mao and I were traveling," Sansoro admitted. "Calm, calculating, rather interesting with his agile fighting style. He reminds me a lot of Sai Saishi from G Gundam with his fighting style, honestly."
A look of minor excitement crossed his face. "If you're interested in this guy, I wonder what he's going to be like? He a good builder?"
"Admirable. Certainly well above average."
Yuuma watched as the two fighters of Godslayer approached the table. "Just a few minutes left. What do you think about the Godslayer fighters?"
"I dunno about the skinny guy, but the big one is the German Champion," Sansoro replied, "so that tells you quite a bit about his ability."
His eyes fell to the other one. Something about how he grinned, the twinkle in his eyes, the way he stood and walked…
"Sans, you look a little too focused," Minato commented. "You okay?"
"Something about that guy bothers me," he replied darkly.
"GUNPLA BATTLE COMBAT MODE, STARTUP! MODEL DAMAGE LEVEL SET TO B!"
As Ren and Nora stepped up, a crestfallen look crossed Hazel's face for a split second before his brow furrowed.
"Good luck to you two," he said to them.
Nora grinned at the gentle giant. "Good luck yourself! We're gonna win this!"
Tyrion chuckled. "Ah, youth. How it emboldens someone."
When prompted, they set their GP Bases and Gunpla. Ren's and Nora's upgraded machines had a fresh polish on them. They looked every bit as powerful as they could.
Hazel's Bolt Gundam was a monster of a machine. Clearly built with the intent of mimicking the AGE-1 Titus Gundam in mind in the design. Its shoulders were slightly wider, its hip skirts extended to its knees, and its knee and elbow joints looked more flexible than normal, featuring the kneecap, forearm, and shoulders of the Titus with a completely customized and revamped Bolt Gundam body. Overall, rather simple but effective customization.
But it was Tyrion's machine that immediately caught everyone's eye. Brown, grey, and white in color, it was tall and lanky, possessing a long prehensile tail that ended in a scorpion stinger-like shape, with a beam saber emitter mounted in it. The design immediately screamed of the Ghirarga from Gundam AGE, but it seemed different.
Yuuma recognized it immediately. "That's...the Real Grade Evangelion Unit 1!" He cried out. "It's been customized to act like the Geara Ghirarga from Gundam Build Divers, but it's definitely an EVA unit!"
Minato and Sansoro both scowled. "That's not the only weird thing about it," Minato commented.
Yuuma looked at his rival. "What do you mean? Do you mean the build quality? It is incredible, yes-"
"No," Sansoro replied, cutting him off. "He means the technique. That modified Evangelion uses building techniques unique to the Shingyo School of Gunpla Building. Our school."
