In his years as an educator to children and young adults, Instructor Falco had learned several things.
The value of flexibility, the readiness to expect the unexpected, and the reality that absolute silence was a precursor to a likely heart attack.
So what else did he expect from the children who couldn't be reached?
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
It wasn't drums this time. Rather, it was the sound of their collective heartbeat as that single bright point in the sky that should've been nothing, grew before them.
Sharper, then brighter, before splitting into a stream of glinting lights that cascaded across the blue horizon.
A roar rippled through the crowd as people pointed upward.
"Look!"
"What are those—?!"
"!!!"
It was so high up that people had to crane their necks to see, but when they did, they finally made out what it was. And gasps erupted amongst the crowd.
Huh?
Mechas?!
From what could only be a battleship, Falco watched as white mechas spilled in breathtaking numbers.
