In the past, buildings, shuttlecrafts, tanks, etc. seemed so large, but now they all appear fragile and small, devoid of any threat.
No wonder so many people enjoy piloting mechas, Tilan thought.
Sitting in the cockpit, she wore a relaxed expression, with her spare hands even flipping through a combat manual she brought along. Meanwhile, the external mecha engaged in a series of complex maneuvers, flights, tactical rotations, mobile shooting, and so on.
For Tilan, maneuvering this training mecha was quite effortless. Even multitasking, she could perform numerous high-difficulty actions and maneuvers. Her training progress gradually caught up with those experienced military cadets.
At dusk, after a day of training, Tilan emerged from the mecha, then nimbly jumped down, standing on the mecha's arm to look out at the field beyond the warehouse doors. Breezes swept through the hall, giving her a sense of freshness, and the few beads of sweat on her body quickly evaporated.
