The Undying Mecha Emperor-Chapter 268 Deathscythe

"I am not your teacher." My big bro replied with a laugh. "And at this rate, I do not have any qualifications to be your teacher. I have nothing to teach you!"

"Nonetheless, I would not be here if not for your kindness and your teachings. A teacher for a day, a father for a lifetime. Now that I am back, please accept my respects!" The medium mecha which handily defeated my big bro fell to her knees and banged her head to the ground three times.

"It's good that you're back. And it's good that you still remember your debts. Now that you're in the Military High Command, do your best to serve the country humbly and loyally from there." My big bro said with satisfaction and with a notable emphasis on "humbly".

"Your student will never forget your teachings and your instructions!" She replied from her kneeling position and stood up.

However, after saying those things, she did not leave.

"The academy will never give up her students. You, of all people, should know that very clearly." My big bro said evenly.

"Yes, teacher. But even so, I must insist. This is for the sake of the Federation. We must have the best pilots, give them the best mechas and let them undergo the best training so-"

"The best mechas?" My big bro said with a laugh that was not a laugh. "The best training? Quesera, have you been away from us for so long that you have forgotten what you went through with us?"

"I have not forgotten a single moment of the time I spent in this academy, not a single lesson, nor a single word which you have spoken, teacher." Quesera said softly. "And those memories, above all my mission directives, are the reasons why I must have those four kids."

"You are so convinced of the superiority of the Military High Command Cadet Corps compared to the National Mecha Pilot Academy?" My big bro asked with a slight tinge of sadness in his voice.

"Yes, teacher. We are in a much better position to provide the top students of the Federation with the right tools and experiences to succeed in the upcoming crisis." Quesera replied.

"Very well. You may have them." My big bro conceded.

Quesera, and all those who knew my big bro well, remained silent.

We all knew the sky would fall first before he would give up so easily.

As we expected, he was not done yet.

"IF… You can defeat them. If you can't even defeat my first student, which I consider the dumbest, then your Cadet Corps have no business taking away my students." My big bro said calmly.

"I accept those terms." Quesera said calmly and with supreme confidence.

"Good. I suggest you don't hold back. This student of mine will slaughter you otherwise." My big bro said with purposeful provocation.

Quesera only replied by reseting her shield and greatsword to enter battle stance.

"Justin Whitefrost. Step forward." My big bro called out loudly.

"How come I am not surprised?" I said to him drily in our personal comms.

"Hoho. You will be. Get your ass out here quickly!" My big bro said to me privately.

I stomped my way forward to where he was standing just as he raised his hand up.

VROOOOOOO!!!!!!!

A powerful resonance suddenly exploded in my heart as my jaw dropped.

I looked up and beheld the arrival of the mecha which I would use for a very, very long time.

Not then, of course. My big bro was only lending it to me in public. But sometime in the future.

It was Deathscythe.

A loud roar of envy rippled out of the crowd and out of every spectator.

"WHATTTT!!!!? THAT-THAT-THAT WHITEFROST PUNKKKK!!!!!! LUCKYY!!!"

"Oh my Lord. What on earth is that mecha?! It's so fierce and so bloody cool!!"

"Is that the Mecha Disciple, Deathscythe? Oh my God. That scythe looks extremely… deathly!"

"What the hell. He is too lucky! First his secret tech, then the Barbarian Class Mecha, and not a Mecha Disciple? Is the Principal nuts?"

"I do not think that the Principal is actually giving him the Mecha Disciple. NO F***ING WAY. He is just loaning it to him. Definitely!"

The crowd's roar of indignance, envy and disbelief were to be expected, of course. But I never realized that the Military was also extremely envious of the academy's Blood Moon.

"Bastard. He's flaunting that Mecha Disciple. AIDE! WHERE ARE YOU AIDE!" General Peter Long roared angrily. "SEND THE FORMAL COMPLAINT TO THE PRESIDENT AGAIN! I WANT THE BLUEPRINTS TO THAT MECHA!!"

"Beautiful. Very, very beautiful. I would trade my ex wife, my current wife, and five of my future wives for that mecha." General Anthony Chang said the words that would make him an eternal bachelor many years later.

"You're crazy. But I can understand why you're so crazy. That Deathscythe truly is something. Damn it. I can take it if Bruce Pang the Mecha God gets to pilot Chronos. But a dumbass first grader now gets to pilot Deathscythe?? Gah. This National Mecha Pilot Academy is pissing me off." Admiral Terry Wei said with deep jealousy.

The Twelve Mecha Guardians and Twenty Four Mecha Disciples were a tier by themselves, even when compared to the entire Military.

Only mechas owned by the ridiculously funded Military High Command which operates above and over the entire Military could rival them.

And when I took that first step into the cockpit of Deathscythe, I instantly knew why.

The cockpit was a very simple design, just a comfortable pod where I could lie down and be completely submerged by breathable nanotech that would connect me to Deathscythe with seamless perfection.

I slid into it with great anticipation.

Hummmmm.

The mecha powered up and then…

WHOOSH!!!!

My senses were suddenly expanded!!

I opened my eyes and..

"WHAT THE HELL?" I shouted loudly and was instantly silenced when I heard my voice echo loudly down the entire valley.

"Hey! Language!" My big bro said sternly.

But I was too shocked to care.

Because well…

The mecha had connected directly to my brain and had completely superimposed itself over my senses!

In other words, I was looking out through the mecha's eyes, and speaking out of the mecha's mouth!

It was an insane concept, and it was definitely only something the National Mecha Pilot Academy researchers could come up with.

I looked down at my massive mecha body and felt the cool of my supremely cool Scythe's metal grip.

And then I grinned.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! 𝐟𝙧ℯ𝑒𝒘𝐞𝒃𝗻𝒐ѵ𝘦𝑙.com

I swung my Scythe lightly and then leapt up before smashing it down on the ground!

Schlebb. BOOM!!

The Scythe's blade pierced the ground very easily before its massive rod smashed it to pieces.

I was satisfied.

Very satisfied.

I was able to control Deathscythe perfectly like controlling my own body. The technology that was used in the construction of Deathscythe was truly decades ahead of its time!

In addition, the material of the Scythe itself felt truly superior to anything I had ever seen or resonated with.

I developed a huge itch to absorb it and recreate it right there and then so that it would become part of me.

But of course I did no such thing.

Too many eyes were on me.

"Good movement. Listen up. You are no match for her skills right now. Well, you might never be a match for her, ever, for that matter. So don't bother trying to play fair. I need you to overpower her like a dragon stomping down on a little puppy. Do you understand?" My big bro said to me privately.

I laughed out loud at his words.

"You're asking me to shamelessly unleash all of the power from my red mecha core, get up to gold mecha standard, and rip her limbs out the way you did her leader?" I asked my big bro privately to confirm my mission directive.

"Yes. Do that. As shamelessly as you can. As decisively as you can. As ruthlessly as you can. And most importantly… As quickly as you can. I want them to feel like that puppy I mentioned earlier!" My big bro said clearly without mincing any words.

"Stomping on a cute little puppy. Got it. I will do that." I replied with a smile.

"Good. Go now and end it quickly." My big bro said while pointing at the medium mecha.

And with that, the stage was set.

Boom.

I leapt up once more and positioned myself a couple hundred meters away from her.

In the world of mechas, a couple hundred meters was like four meters away in real life.

She raised her sword up in salute and introduced herself politely.

"My name is Quesera Giannis, from the 101st Special Forces Battalion of the Chinese Federation. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

Any other polite son of a gun would have raised his own weapon in salute and introduced himself to her.

But I was a junkyard scrapper through and through.

I did my introductions with my Scythe.