"I hope you all understand one thing."
"You are born, you study, you have your spiritual power measured, you come to school, you become a Mecha Soldier, and you go on to join the military or enter any other profession—none of this is about pursuing fairness."
"You are desperately running from an already unfair starting line. The only thing you should ever be chasing is success."
"Alright, enough talk. We'll start matching you with PK opponents immediately. The AI will make assignments based on your usual grades and scores. No objections will be permitted."
For a while, the class was chaos.
Fallen Mechas were everywhere. By the end of class, students who had endured over twenty rounds were on the verge of collapse. The matches devolved from desperate attempts to shove opponents out of the ring to a state where victory went to whoever could maintain their balance after a gentle poke-for-poke exchange.
