16th August, Year 714 A.G.
Western Biome, the fringe of the Wastes just outside Community G.
Rustle! Rustle!
The sound of the wind blowing through the wasteland reverberated, carrying a faint metallic whistling sound with it.
Across miles, apart from the wilderness and the occasional scrapyard spread across its expanse, the only person here was a certain mechanic.
The mechanic lounged against his bike as if the wasteland were a familiar old friend, like he'd lived here all his life.
The Karaki CT-3X was different from before.
Compared to before, it looked sleeker and slimmer, but don't let its current appearance fool you. Having been worked on and modified by a D Rank Field Engineer, it was stronger, faster, more robust, and rugged than ever before.
Leon looked at his wristwatch to confirm the time as he waited for his package.
[03:17pm]
"They're already 5 minutes late," He clicked his tongue.
