The Mech Touch novel Chapter 2351

Chapter 2351: Stronger Spirit

When the tests involving the two prior fully saturated mechs ended in failure, Imon stood with the other Avatar mech pilots.

Each of them reacted with horror at what had taken place. When they saw the pained mech pilots being moved to the infirmary, a cloud had cast over the heads of the remaining Avatars.

Evidently, the last batch of modified Bright Warrior mechs were much harder to pilot. Something about them turned them into hazards to their own mech pilots.

"You shouldn't go, brother." Casella Ingvar spoke softly to Imon. "It's clear now why the clan patriarch hesitated to conduct the tests. Not every new invention is safe, particularly when they are too extreme, as is the case right now. I think Mr. Ves should just stop and settle what he has managed to accomplish with the mechs that performed better previously."

Casella already had her turn. She piloted one of the mechs with 50 percent saturation. Though the strain of piloting her machine had increased, it was well within her tolerance. It also helped that her own mech cooperated much more closely with her than before.

In her opinion, every other mech pilot should be pleased at piloting such a responsive and comfortable mech. Casella never experienced any instance of discomfort when she was running her improved mech to her paces.

What she didn't know was that Ves had some good reasons to put the Ingvar siblings in different groups.

He didn't have many Avatar mech pilots with spiritual potential in the First and Second Spaceborn Mech Companies, so he needed to spread them out in order to gather sufficient data.

Ves also valued Casella Ingvar more. As the Mech Captain of the Second Company, Ves couldn't afford to take her out of action.

In comparison, Imon Ingvar's absence was much less consequential. If he ever suffered an accident, then the rest of his unit would still be capable of chugging along as if hardly anything had changed.

Imon was ignorant of these reasons. He just thought that Ves believed in his strength. Why else would the clan patriarch call him in person to put him ahead of the line?

He couldn't wait to prove his piloting ability to the Avatars and the leader of the clan!

Some time later, he settled down in the familiar piloting seat of his mech. The arrangement of its cushioning, support and dimensions had already been precisely tailored to his suited form.

"Please proceed to activate your mech."

"Yes, sir."

A piloting helmet extended from the ceiling and settled over his head. The mech began to come alive seconds later.

"Whoah!"

Imon immediately understood what his sister meant when she felt as if her mech had become 'heavier'.

Compared to his previous piloting sessions, his assigned Bright Warrior mech immediately felt as if it possessed more presence. It was as if Imon previously swam in a shallow pool, but unexpectedly plunged into a deep ocean this time.

Not only that, but the ocean was filled with much more life and activity than before! As the initial systems came online, Imon sensed the heavy presence becoming significantly more active than before.

The mech did not just mechanically go through the checklist without doing anything else. It bloomed to life like a budding flower. A sense of indescribable closeness caused Imon to feel rapturous.

"Remain focused!" Ves barked through the command channel. "The worst is yet to come! Brace yourself instead of opening yourself up. A heavy blow is coming and I need you to endure it in order to make this test a success!"

Though the sudden words caused Imon to pull out of his blissful state, he didn't dare to voice any complaints and did as he was told.

It was difficult. His mech was like a welcoming home that beckoned him to head inside. He felt so tempted to open up his mind and embrace the mech that had become a lot more powerful in some way.

Then, the intensity of their bond abruptly increased. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

"Ah!"

Though he had prepared himself for some kind of bump, when it actually happened, he was still caught off-guard!

"It's like someone punched my head!"

Despite the sudden strain, Imon tried his best to stay sober. He couldn't allow himself to fail like the previous two mech pilots. He was better than them! There was no way he was going to shame himself by letting his own mech overpower his senses!

"Please… work with me…"

Imon tried his best to find some way to make his connection with his mech more bearable. His mind churned as he tried several different ways to ease the burden.

Though none of his methods worked, he felt as if his own mech was beginning to bond considerably deeper with him in a way. Though the process stretched on for several minutes, Imon discovered to his surprise that the pressure no longer felt as overwhelming!

His expression gradually relaxed as the strain of piloting his Bright Warrior mech had lessened.

In its place, a very strong bond had formed between him and his mech.

"Imon. Are you okay?"

"I.. I feel great! It's still a bit more difficult to control my mech, but I can still do it! Please send me out! I'm so much more in tune with my mech that I can't wait to see the difference!"

"Very well. You are cleared to deploy."

When Imon's mech launched into space, it quickly began to follow the same standardized routine of the other mechs.

Since the mech was in its swordsman mech configuration, the machine soon began to spar against another sword-wielding mech.

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