Back at the launching area, the actual examinee whose hands had been all over the mecha in question was watching the unfolding situation with both hands planted firmly on his waist.
"Wow, that big baby was more courageous than I thought!"
Ollie looked downright impressed as he stared at the projection of his younger brother's golden mecha facing off against practically everyone else on the course.
"If I'd known he preferred fighting like that, maybe we wouldn't have toned down the offensive capabilities so much."
Thankfully, the already frazzled younger brother didn't get to hear that particular scandalous statement as he only managed to get in contact with the culprit who shared the same blood shortly afterward.
"Oh? He's actually calling?"
Realizing Owen was trying to establish a connection, Ollie readily accepted it, only to physically jerk backward when the very first thing that came through was an ear-splitting screech.
"BROTHER!!! WHAT DO I DO NOW?!"
Ollie blinked.
