Instructor Moore, for one, wasn't sure what was better.
Was it the fact that they couldn't exactly hear the clanging from inside the testing area?
Or was it the fact that they'd been mercifully spared from witnessing each dangerous, heart-stopping hit and cut?
Because with every precise slice made by the cadet he recommended, Moore could feel his knees buckling. And at the tender age of "still single," maybe it was time to get his joints checked.
He refused to look left or right.
He knew—he just knew—that several of the other instructors were itching to ask him questions. Their faces probably looked like they'd just learned their breakfast was poisonous.
But what could he say?
Moore was just an instructor in one of Luca's general classes. And really, he was mostly there because being a pilot does require a certain know-how of the mecha's inner workings. But it wasn't like that was enough to repair anything!