Kira's suit came alive with a low, thrumming hum as red-and-white veins of light ignited across her frame, pulsing like a second heartbeat. The glow crawled up her arms and wrapped her torso, converging at her chest before surging outward. The activation sent a faint tremor through the chamber floor.
"Kira Mizuno, forty-five per cent." The suit's AI announced in its sterile, robotic tone.
Kira didn't so much as flinch. That number meant nothing to her. Being one of the highest in her class wasn't a badge she wore with pride; it was just a rung on a ladder that felt endless. What good was forty-five per cent if the people she cared about were in danger? What good was it if the woman standing across from her, the Supreme Commander herself, was watching without a shred of fear in her eyes?
All that mattered was the next moment.
Winning.
Proving to herself that she could stand against power like this, and if she does, she can finally get her revenge.
