Nakamura Teruji, clad in the MT-1 exoskeleton, felt like a god descended to earth. The modified joints of the exoskeleton, improved by the Tiger Claw Gang's technicians, had increased its operational efficiency by several levels and could even accommodate low-power Sianweistan—simply incredible.
He roared, "Watch me cut you disrespectful ones down in an instant!"
Then he saw a small black canister tossed his way, its fuse drawn.
A hand grenade?
Muda! Muda!
With his reflexes, he could easily bat it back in midair.
But Teruji opted for the maximal barrage approach, swinging his samurai sword to cleave the grenade in half!
Unexpectedly, instead of the expected outcome, the grenade turned midair along a bizarre trajectory, dodged his blade, and attached itself to him.
"Is this... a magnet?"
