Isamu laughed shortly with, Miyuki. "You gave it your all out there, Mimi. Its all we could ask of you. Besides, you did one hell of a job pulling out his tricks. Now we all know just a little more about him."

Isamu folded his arms over his chest to hide the shivering of his arms. He was excited to feel one step closer to defeating a guy like, King. He was so pompous that it made him sick, but his ability to back up that pomp inspired him as well. No wonder such a cult following of King's battle had begun to sweep GBN.

He looked up, noticing, Takahashi begin his attack. "Look, Taka's going for close-combat? Its not just me is it? y'know that feels the G-Advent is lacking in that area."



King noticed the Advent's style of combat immediately, or rather its pilot's style. They were something of a rare bunch, usually content to feeling out their opponent's from afar, until push came to shove. Then they went on the offensive. With his remaining thrusters, Congeal was only slightly faster than the Advent. Without his usual speed, he would have to rely on a combination of his skill, instinct, and reflexes.

Congeal's speed dropped even further as they approached each other. He crossed his massive-swords together, forming a battering ram to measure up against the Adven's beam saber. A moment earlier, when his speed dropped, he detached his remaining two Meteors from his back and guided them along side them, now relying solely on Congeal's backpack. The entire time they aimed for the Advent's blind spots, leasing bolts after bolts of energy at the suit in hopes of finishes it off fairly quick. It would take only a single shot to corrupt a mobile suit's limbs, two or three to affect the entire system.

For a moment, Isamu just stared at Miyuki. He mouthed the words that his mind had conjured from listening to her. "Experienced". She was a veteran and even though she had been beaten and mocked, she was still analyzing the match with all the proficiency that came with the title. He smiled at her, feeling that exhilaration his loser-dad always preached about. There was a kind of giddiness in losing, especially when you had the drive to learn from it.

"You're awesome, Mimi. I don't think I could've put it into words ... but yea, I got those feels too. King ... he has this unnerving confusion about him. Its like nothing can lock him in. Mimi, was this your first battle against him?"

"Akira's on the move now. Tsk, bout time. Go get em', Akira!" he yelled, getting tense with battle.



King's grasp over his controls tightened. Its odd how they're making me feel. As if I'm resonating with their potential. This doesn't happen under normal circumstances but I want them to become stronger. Its just too bad a lack of teamwork is causing such backlash. Together they could have offered me so much more.

The white Freedom struck out with his dragoon system, indeed destroying one of his Meteors but had he paid attention during the Congeal's battle with the Gemini, then he would have been more careful. With its destruction, the System Corruption Particles inside were release with the explosion, spreading around the Advent and Congeal, touching the Freedom's dragoons and corroding their insides. Of course the Congeal had a unique protection against his creation.

King waited to see the true speed of his System Corruption Particles in action. The Gemini's boosted form had made it seem long, however, the residue was near instant. Could the Advent escape its grasp through some miracle? wondered King. Regardless of the possibilities, he pulled back from his ramming assault and held his sword up, reflecting the shots back towards the Freedom.

From the light cloud of his System Corruption Particles, the Advent came rushing out. King was caught off guard for a split-second, enough for the Advent to close-in with his beam shield. He stabbed his beam saber forwards, the same move he had broadcast earlier. King guided his remaining Meteor overhead, feeling a tinge of pressure against this scrambled Force. He cut his thrusters completely and flowed with the deflecting swing of his blade, allowing him to dodge the beam saber stab. The Advent released its blade and drew his beam sidearm. As he did, starting his from backpack, the SCP had begun to corrupt his system.

The beginnings of a chuckle started in King's throat. A smile formed on his face. Nice, he thought to himself. Suicidal but smart.

The rotary of his wrist allowed for a quicker reaction to the sudden beam shots. The first was released too quick, he had barely dodged it, the cheek of the Congeal becoming marred and melted. "You're the first." he voiced immediately. It took only a motion of his other wrist to cleave the Advent in two. The two halves sparked thrice and as the Congeal moved away it expanded into a quiet explosion.

A "DEFEAT" sign now hung in front of Takahashi.

He turned towards the Freedom, who in that impossibly quick transaction between the Advent and Congeal had missed his chance to dodge his reflected beams. They surged forwards, both piercing the chest of the mobile suit. Its cockpit was destroyed and it floated among the wreckage of its comrades.

A "DEFEAT" sign now hung in front of Akira.



Around Takatora was a crowd that had seemed silenced by magic. They all held their breaths while watching the final moments of King's latest conquest. They witnessed the last two beam shots slide through the white Freedom, and King, as if confused, touch the melted metal on Congeal's cheek.

A moment later and the crimson suit had departed from the space field.

The silence exploded. Groups of people were suddenly brimming with emotion. The entire lobby seemed ecstatic about the match. Talks of how the Advent had finally proved that King wasn't invincible dominated, praises of the surprise shot had overshadowed the Force's defeat. In certain groups other Divers were impressed by the Gemini's ability, laying claim that she had made it possible for the Advent's feat. Akira and Isamu hadn't gotten much praise at all, however, the majority of the crowd had become enamored with their match. Proud even and sure enough, Takahashi and Miyuki had become a sub trend of the main-battle. Proof that King was beatable.

A tall man pushed off from his spot and headed for the impromptu Force Nest of the group.



Isamu appeared in the nest, hopefully alongside the others. He folded his arms over his chest and prodded his forehead harshly "I'm kinda upset I didn't do more. Though at the same time, I'm happy you guys taught, King a lesson. We're not all the same. Some of us are capable of competing with him." He smashed his fist into his hand, a smile on his face now. "You guys were awesome ... really."

Isamu felt his heart speed a bit more. Takahashi was right, the power of one clever person could outsmart a mob of drones any day. All he had to do was figure out where his strengths were and grow on them. He nodded vehemently at, Takahashi, a grin plastered on his face, even as he trembled with inspiration. He clasped his hands, locking them together in hopes of quelling himself.

"Yea, I'm really feeling your words, Bro."

Then he realized something underneath Taka's words, an assumption that could be implied. "Wait ... so does that mean you don't believe in Forces?" he asked.

Before Takahashi could answer, two prominent knocks came from the Force Nest's door.



The tall man that Takatora was following had finally arrived at the generalized Force Nest area, specifically at the door of the ones that had stirred up the low-ranking community. Those that had, until a few minutes ago, been the stepping-stones of the rising star: King. The man had started to knock on the door but paused. Suddenly he looked in the direction of Takatora.

"Wanna tell me why you're following me, Kid? questioned the towering male softly. "Cause to be honest its kinda rude."

He pinched the bridge of his straight nose and sighed calmly. "Nevermind. Just try your best not to make stalking a habit. I'll answer any questions after I'm done here," reassured the cold man.

Disregarding the ninja-master raccoon or ferret, he knocked twice on the door.



Isamu moved to the button next to the door and pressed it. The door hissed open and in front of them stood a towering but slender man. His hair was graciously styled, as if he was some idol or model. If not for the viciousness in his sharp eyes, Isamu would have thought so. Instead there was a feeling of oppressiveness weighing on him, almost the same kind of overbearingness that he felt from King. This man's weight seemed a bit more defined, a tad sharper ... more dangerous.

"A kid?" he observed. "You must've been the one that made the sacrificial move. Bravo, you got the guts now you just need the calm."

Isamu took a few steps back as the man strode inside.

"H-Hey you can't just barge in he-"

"-Thank you," interrupted the suave man. He bowed very briefly at the present group. "Without you all I wouldn't have finally gotten a glimpse of his tricks. I've been watching him for months now and no one's gotten even close to making, King reveal his strats. I'm beyond grateful."

He half-folded his arms while rubbing his chin. After a second a quaint smile fell over him. "I make it my business to keep track of candidates, hoping to foster their potential in one way or the other." His icy tone was hard to discern. "Also, you guys really did do me a solid. Who would have thought he'd have beam weaponry that could fry your machine's system ... I owe you guys one and I don't think I could pay you back any other way than this ..."

Isamu studied the man harshly, feeling as if he had seen him from somewhere. It was vague at first, the impression he was getting. Then it hit him. This man was, Daigo Seiho: the current number two in all of GBN and the fifth Meijin Kawaguchi. Suddenly, Isamu was hit with the surprise brick. He's way taller than he looks on the monitors!

Daigo opened up his GBN menu, and systematically sent them all friend requests. As he scrolled down his Players Met, he paused, his finger hovering over a name. "Takatora ... Whose he? this says he's a part of your temp Force too."

Daigo looked over his shoulder at the voice answering his query. For the first time he glance at the guy's name and found, Takatora over it. "Oh, so its you than," he turned to face him, an expression of obvious regret plastered on him as caressed the back of his head. "Sheesh, guess apologies are in order. Seeing as you're apart of this temp Force, I have some iota of appreciation for ya. Sorry for earlier."

Then hearing Takahashi's response he returned his gaze to young man. "Incredible ... Everything that came out your mouth was misconstrued." Daigo sighed once more. "Your biggest misconception is whose impact was the largest, make no mistakes, it was the pilot of the Advent that's shaken, King the most. Not the pilot of the Gemini."

"Now allow me to guess something, the pilot of the Advent is you, Takahashi. And the Gemini would have to be the young lady behind me. I can see the sacrificial move again, just from those two standing side-by-side. Listen, I'm not a mentor or anything-of-the-sort, frankly I suck at interacting with people. Even still, I know when thanks are in order. I'm offering you not lessons or a partnership but a guarantee of advice when lost and a friendship of the phenomenal kind. Take it or leave it, the choice is yours. That includes, Takatora as well." Finally he sent the raccoon or weasel a friend request as well.

Isamu leaned in close to Miyuki. "He's the second best in GBN. Even my dad keeps a close eye on this guy and my dad's a World-Level battler. His name is, Daigo Seiho, and he's a Meijin. The fifth, I think."

Isamu accepted Daigo's friend request and realized his friends list had only seven people on it.

Daigo turned to look at Isamu. "Thanks, Kid. Nice to meet you. Now, what of the rest of you?"