The bright blue eyes of the blonde boy gleamed as he received the notification that the creator of his very first mech, the White Blade, had now released another design. Being the weekend, he had woken up early to play the game but was surprised to find the notification.
Truthfully, he had forgotten that he had set his systems to announce to him when The Disciple uploaded another mech design. But he could not forget the feeling of piloting his first mech, even if it was substandard at best. He had long since bought a much better mech and abandoned his very first one—using it had strained his body and mind extensively.
Damian Vostinauch was curious to see what the young mech designer had been up to all this while. He had suspected that the mech designer had given up on his work, realizing that the trend was not for him. But as it turned out, he was indeed still at it.
