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Rejoice! This is the birth of the working warrior, Shin Asuka.

Volume 78: Chapter : The appearance of Mayu Heavy Punch (referring to the one who can knock out his brother Shin Asuka with one punch)

As Orb time arrived in the morning, the colony satellite once again turned on simulated sunlight.

Compared to the previous burning sensation with a hint of itching, now I can only feel the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar breeze.

She subconsciously opened her eyes, but what appeared before her eyes was a dark red and blurry scene.

"Mayu? Are you awake?!" Zhen's voice came from a blurry figure, and a warm touch came from the palm of his right hand.

"...Brother?" Mayu's expression was a little frightened. "My vision... is dark red... so blurry..." A voice that was almost the same as before came from Mayu's mouth, but at the moment the brother and sister were not in the mood to pay attention to this.

"Mr. Rhodes, what's going on?" Under the dark red filter, the blurry figure seemed to turn around and ask the other figure.

"Don't worry, let me take a look..."

Another blurry figure walked to Mayu's side, and then Mayu felt a metallic contact on the right side of her neck, as if a foreign object was embedded in her neck.

Then, under the dark red perspective, a large number of numbers and letters kept passing by in front of her eyes, and a clear progress bar appeared at the bottom of her vision.

"It seems that the parameters are not adjusted properly... It's okay now." A voice sounded from Mayu's ears. As the foreign metal object was pulled out, the figure stretched out his hand in front of Mayu.

"Three, two, one." As the figure counted down, the sound of snapping fingers came from the front. "Snap..."

The progress bar reached the end, the blurry vision began to focus, the dark red filter was turned off, revealing the original color of the world, and Shin's face with a worried expression appeared in Mayu's sight.

"Sight test, what number is this?"

A strange voice sounded in her ears, and a figure in a white coat stretched out three slender fingers in front of Mayu and shook them continuously.

"……three?"

"It seems there's nothing wrong with your vision." Ross waved his hand and patted Zhen's shoulder, trying to calm the emotional Zhen. "Mayu...right, do you feel anything strange?"

"A strange feeling..." Mayu subconsciously touched her hand, but found that both her limbs and skin had returned to their previous appearance, with no apparent change.

However, the strange feeling of something being stuffed in various parts of her body made Mayu feel a little uncomfortable.

"It feels like... something is stuffed into my body... It's a bit weird, but there's no pain..."

"It looks like your rejection reaction is milder than I expected." Ross, wearing a white coat, nodded, seeming very satisfied with Mayu's current condition. "The prosthesis I installed for you is an implant. Normally, an adjuster would have a severe rejection reaction to it. I didn't expect your rejection reaction to be so mild."

After saying that, Ross took out an inhalation medicine from the bedside table and handed it to Mayu.

"This is medicine for your recovery period, twice a day. Zhen, you should know how to mix it by now." After handing the medicine to Mayu, Ross turned to look at the fidgeting Zhen. "I'm not a professional doctor. I don't have time to see you. You have to learn how to mix the medicine yourself."

"Yes, I have learned how to prepare both of these medicines." Originally, Zhen knew nothing about preparing medicines, but after following Rhodes's demonstration, Zhen memorized all the operations of the two drugs, rejection treatment agents and inhibitors.

For the past two days, he had been practicing the movements non-stop in the assigned house, hoping to make his body remember how to make the two potions.

After all, this is a medicine that Mayu will have to take for the rest of her life, so Zhen is naturally very concerned about it.

"This...how do I use it?" Mayu looked at the potion in her hand, a little confused.

"Point the nozzle to your mouth, then press down on the canister with your thumb to inhale the mist." Rhodes demonstrated with his bare hands. "It'll be uncomfortable at first, but it'll get better after a few tries."

"Hiss... cough cough cough..." It seemed that she used too much force, and the mist-like medicine was released quickly in Mayu's mouth, causing Mayu to cough uncontrollably.

"You used too much force just now, didn't you?" Ross pointed at Mayu's arm and said, "Your body hasn't fully accepted these prosthetic limbs yet, so there's some deformation in their operation. This is normal. As treatment continues, your operation of the prosthetic limbs will be no different from your old hands and feet."

"Anyway... your artificial hair that changes color, your artificial throat that changes voice, and your prosthetic eye that can magnify the scene and act as a telescope—those are your only special abilities." Ross waved his hand, pocketing the tablet he'd been using to adjust Mayu's data. "The rest of your limbs, the replaced internal organs, and so on... aside from being a bit more versatile than before, there's nothing special about them."

"I've already sent all the instructions to Zhen. I won't disturb your family fun anymore. I'll be leaving first."

After taking a look at the two people who were hugging and celebrating their new life, Ross walked into the corridor with an expressionless face and leaned against the wall.

To be honest, after seeing how Zhen and Mayu's family relationship remained strong despite going through major changes, Ross couldn't help but think back to his own past.

In my already vague memory, the family relationship between me and my parents seemed to be quite...harmonious?

Oh, why are you still thinking about these things now? It's as if I can be resurrected there. Even if that world didn't explode, according to my last memory, I should be considered a dead person.

There are no newtypes in that place called "hometown". If you rashly revive there, who knows what kind of chaos will happen.

Anyway...just live your own life first.

Stopping the memories that were suddenly brought back to him, Rhodes stood up again and prepared to leave the hospital.

"It hurts, it hurts... Mayu, you are so strong!" Zhen screamed so loudly that Ross couldn't help but look out from the door.

Mayu let go of Zhen who was hugging her like a frightened rabbit, and looked at her arms at a loss.

"...There's one more thing, Zhen." Ross seemed to remember something and said, "Remember not to make your sister angry next time."

"Why...why?!" Zhen rubbed his waist to ease the pain that almost broke his bones.

"Although your sister's prosthetic is called a 'civilian version,' it's actually a weakened version of the 'military version.'" Ross looked at the bewildered Zhen with a serious expression. "Even with the reduced output and disarmament, your sister can still punch you right off the bed and into the hospital corridor."

"Anyway, that's all I have to say."

……

"So... Ross, you installed a weakened prosthetic on that little girl... Are you sure it won't cause a technology leak?"

In the video call, Christina, with her red hair, was still wearing a white coat. She was standing in the laboratory of the "shipyard", seemingly studying something.

"Even if Mayu is captured, they'll at most be able to figure out the neural connections inside, but I doubt they'll even be able to dismantle it." Ross curled his lips at this topic. "Look at the stuff I did on the Archangel before. Who knows how to dismantle it? Who dares to do it?"

"Besides, it's only slightly harder. It's nothing compared to the prosthetics you have on you."

"Since you understand... well, let's move on." Christina nodded and began talking to Ross about another topic. "I've seen the data on your Narrative Gundam flight and your log."

"In short, you'll need a powerful enough weapon, like a Beam Magnum." Christina sighed. "So far, in the blueprints, only the Unicorn can withstand the recoil of a Beam Magnum. The Narrative Gundam's frame can't withstand that force."

"And the proposal you just sent over, regarding improvements to the energy and propulsion system, is a bit... radical." Looking at the document that Rhodes had just sent over, the design drawings and descriptions inside, Christina began to doubt whether this thing could be installed.

"Anyway... due to these changes, the Unicorn's construction will be delayed a bit." Christina shook her head. "I've been keeping track of the battleship's status lately, so there's no time to design high-powered weapons. How about using the bazooka first?"

"……alright, I got it."

Faced with what Christina said, Rhodes could only scratch his head and accept Christina's proposal.

Come to think of it, wasn't my behavior just like those high-ranking idiots back at the Blue Cosmos Research Institute who kept asking me to redesign things with new requirements? Making changes to a machine halfway through construction...

"If there's nothing else...goodbye?"

Looking at Christina's increasingly sharp eyes on the video call, Rhodes subconsciously prepared to end the call.

"...The official business is over, but what comes next is my personal matter." There was a hint of firmness in Christina's tone.

"Uh...what do you say?" For some reason, Ross felt that the next question would be very bad.

"Comfortable?"

"……Eh?"

The incoherent question made Ross stunned for a moment.

"I mean: Are you comfortable with that woman ■■■ (mute)?" Christina said this without changing her expression.

"...How do you want me to answer you?"

For some reason, Ross had a feeling that if he answered Christina's question, the world would be destroyed.

"Okay..." Although she didn't know why, Christina could see some concerns in Ross's expression, so she gave up asking any further questions.

"But next time we meet, I won't let you go."

Christina was like a lion ready to hunt, with her eyes fixed on her target.

"Wait... I remember when I first saw your information, you were seventeen..."

"So many years have passed. I'm already eighteen years old."

"But I remember that according to the calendar, you shouldn't be nineteen..."

"Eighteen years and fourteen months."

Miss Christina is ready for the hunt.

As for why Big Hello didn’t come out to fan the flames?

Today's Hello is also enjoying the wonderful slacking off.

……

"How's the investigation going? Are they still building those things?"

In Halberton's office at the moon base.

Looking at the information on the tablet in front of him that was disconnected from the Internet, Halberton couldn't help but rub his forehead.

Although he has the reputation of a "wise general", Halberton is most familiar with fighting ZAFT on the front battlefield. Now, on the one hand, he has to fight ZAFT, and on the other hand, he has to investigate the Blue Cosmos in the Atlantic Federation. These two things put Halberton at a loss for what to do.

But now I feel a little better, at least I have an idea. It’s just a pity that I have grown a lot of white hair again.

"Yes, they are still building those facilities... They look like beam weapons pointing at the earth." Although Halberton's adjutant didn't know much about weapon design, he could still see some important parts.

"'Requiem Project'... What exactly do those Blue Cosmos people who are in cahoots with the Findersen Kingdom want to do?" Halberton sighed, deleted all the data on the tablet, and habitually cleared it several times with useless data.

"Although it seems the Blue Cosmos have quieted down considerably... there's one thing you need to know." The adjutant opened his mouth and spoke a message. "Regarding that gentleman's new machine... the Atlantic Federation has codenamed it 'White Devil' and has issued an order to capture it."

Although no name was given, both Halberton and the adjutant knew who "that gentleman" was referring to.

After all, Halberton also saw the aurora at the scene.

"General Halberton, look..."

"Hmph... The battlefield is ever-changing, and no one can predict the outcome." Halberton snorted, seeming to hold his colleagues, who had been completely infiltrated by the Blue Cosmos, in a state of disdain. "That machine is so powerful, and the Eighth Fleet is essentially a bunch of new recruits. It's no use letting it breach our defenses."

Halberton wouldn't do such a thing as crossing a river and then destroying the bridge. He invited Ross to come and attack Blue Cosmos, and now he wants to backstab Ross? Where is his dignity?

"But if that happens... we will gradually be marginalized..."

"The effect I want is marginalization." Halbotn looked at his adjutant with a serious expression. "We have always been standing under the spotlight, and every action will be observed and interpreted."

"But this time, to fight these guys, we have to leave the light behind and go into the darkness to fight them." Halboten took a sip of water from his cup. "Of course, it would be even better if we could shine the light on those bastards."

Compared with the previous situation, the Eighth Fleet has become somewhat marginalized in the Atlantic Federation due to its reluctance to accept the "S·B" components.

And if the Eighth Fleet can be completely marginalized this time, then Halbertson will be able to take action against these anti-human guys.

"By the way, has that person replied yet?" Halbotn looked up and asked, as if remembering something.

"It is said that it will arrive in a few days...but the time is not yet determined."

……

On Earth, in a Blue Cosmos Enhanced Human Research Institute.

Krot, wearing his regular uniform, sat on a chair, looking at the communicator in silence, which recorded the battle record of the Gundam battle filmed by the Earth Fleet.

"Shani...Olga..."

Recalling the names of his friends who died in the battle, Krot couldn't help but grit his teeth.

After a while, feeling his throat dry, Krot subconsciously reached out to turn off the communicator. Looking at his trembling hands, Krot gritted his teeth and pulled out a small flat wine flask from his jacket pocket.

With trembling hands, he unscrewed the lid of the wine flask. Krot bit the shaking bottle mouth and poured a mouthful of liquor into his mouth.

The burning sensation from his mouth to his throat, and the feeling of the alcohol taking effect, made Krott's hand calm down.

There was no way. As a "waste product" of the first generation of enhanced humans, his medicine had been stopped, and now he could only rely on alcohol to keep himself awake.

Now, Cosmos is using a newer route and achieving good results.

"Come in." Looking at the decadent "first generation enhanced human" in front of him, the Blue Cosmos researcher in a white coat looked a little disgusted.

But in order for the experiment to continue, they had to "seek help" from this decadent guy.

"These three are second-generation augmented humans." Smelling the alcohol, the researcher subconsciously raised his hand to cover his nose. "...In short, you are now their acting captain, responsible for their training and commanding their combat operations!"

...That's great, the second generation guy... Just needs sleep to adjust, not even medication...

Looking at the enhanced people sleeping in different postures in three hibernation chambers in front of him, Krot took another sip of wine with an expressionless face.

If only I had taken this technical route before...

"Understood……"

The slightly decadent Krot drank the liquor in the jug again.

In the observation room not far away, Murtagh was calmly watching the situation in the laboratory.

"...Even if it's waste, it can still contribute some of its final value." Murtagh frowned and looked at Krot with a gloomy expression.