The Undying Mecha Emperor

Life is never fair.

By all measures of common sense, even one fifth grade gifted program student would be able to very easily kill ten newbie first graders, much less five fifth grade gifted program students versus three newbie first graders.

​ Killian and his little gang fully expected to steamroll over us before continuing to do whatever they set out to do before meeting us.

They never expected a wailing second grade airborne mecha to come zooming towards him at top speed, bringing along with him close to four hundred other screaming second graders who were firing wildly at him.

"Killian! Save meeeee!!!" I shouted through James Whitefrost's loudspeakers before turning around and shooting back at a couple of his buddies for good measure.

Vroooooo!!!

I made James Whitefrost's mecha dive low towards Killian and his buddies.

"F***ing a**hole!! He's trying to frame us!" Killian shouted. "Disperse!!"

But it was no use.

Ask any veteran general what is the most important thing in battle, and he would definitely say air superiority.

He who rules the skies rules the ground.

And in this time and age, airborne mechas were the ultimate forms of aerial superiority.

In the grand scheme of that day's randomized equipment allocation, the second graders could actually be considered as striking jackpot when they got the four hundred airborne light mechas!

As such, even though the five fifth grade gifted program students boasted a bucketload of skills and even more battle experience than all four hundred second graders combined, without shields and other anti-air defensive equipment, they were nothing in the face of an aerial barrage by so many mechas.

They might very well be cute, giant, yellow sitting ducks!

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-"

Were Killian's final fragment of a word before almost a hundred light mecha rifle rounds fired by completely maddened second graders with pretty solid aims smashed accurately onto him.

He instantly turned black like his old regular program buddies he just dispatched mere seconds ago.

I sneered at the cocky bastard under my shield and slowly led the Wang twins away while making James Whitefrost dash off to the east towards another group around the perimeter of the massive eight thousand-mecha battle.

Things were developing at such rapid pace that the twins were rather quiet as we made our way towards another group of mechas somewhere to the west.

We were three hundred strong not too long ago, then fifty, then five, then three.

Both girls had probably personally destroyed a combined one hundred mechas, and judging by how the day's battles were developing, our adventure had only just begun!

"You girls okay?" I asked them quietly.

"Uhuh. We're good. We're just tallying the number of kills we made versus yours. It seems that you're still in the lead." Elise Wang sighed.

"It seems that the boys versus girls battle would be pretty rough on us." Eliana sighed as well.

"You…" I was speechless.

With so many exciting things happening, I had completely forgotten about the bet we made earlier that morning during breakfast.

"Let's continue our hunt. Please don't be greedy and kill so many mechas next time." Elise Wang grumbled.

"Yes. Stay a few paces back and allow us to initiate the battle. Be a gentleman please. There is no glory in winning the bet by being a complete jerk." Eliana Wang said daintily as she grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back.

Still deep in discussion with each other, the two girls started to pull away from me as we stomped our way towards a thick forest where the next group of mechas were hiding.

There were only three mechas this time, and in such an even matchup, I was very confident that we could win.

But of course, when had battle expectations turn out to be so easy to meet?

When we got to a couple hundred meters away from where they were, the first uneasy sensation hit me.

We weren't hiding our progress and intention at all. We had been making a beeline towards them for quite sometime now, and they would either be dumb, deaf, blind or dead to not know that we were making our way towards them.

But very strangely, they were still completely… still. Unmoving. My resonance was telling me that the mechas were undamaged and powered up.

What was going on?

"Girls, be careful. Something does not feel right. They are not responding to our approach at all." I called out loudly to the twins.

However, just as I finished saying that, the three mechas in front of us moved and walked up slowly towards us.

In a situation of massive battles happening everywhere, our two factions somehow were able to stand face to face with each other in relative peace.

Their slow and casual non aggressive movements caught us by surprise.

It was quite awkward.

I mean, what do we say to three other mechas that we were planning to destroy?

Apparently, Elise and Eliana Wang had no difficulty in finding things to say. They truly took after their mother in that regard, who was ever the diplomat.

Or in that particular case, firecrackers.

"You three kiddos surrendering?" Elise called out in her very obviously young first grader voice. "Sorry though, we are taking no prisoners. We have a lot of things to do."

"Yep. If you are too scared to fight us and would like to avoid a world of pain, you can avoid doing that by voluntarily shutting down your mechas. We won't attack you while you do that. Promise." Eliana offered generously.

At that moment though, a clear, familiar laugh sounded from the lead mecha, a maroon medium mecha wielding a shield and a spear like me.

"Justin, you little playboy. You're in school for such a short amount of time, and you're already making the entire battlefield your personal dating ground? And not just one girl, but two? And by the sound of their voices… twins??" Margaret Whitefrost's voice sounded rather admiringly.

"Margaret!!" I cried out happily.

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