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"you are right."
"Can't you bypass it?"
"No, Kira boy, the risk is too great. If possible, the safest route is still this road hidden in the gravel belt. If you rashly enter other official routes, you may become the target of ZAFT."
Mu smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "No one is sure that the Cruze team really gave up. If they were ambushed outside the gravel belt, it would be difficult to get out like this."
"..."
Kira was silent.
But he expressed his will anyway.
The young man turned his head and looked at Zheng Yi, who was seriously checking the operation interface. A melancholy that was as plain as ink, but clear, crept up to the corners of his eyebrows.
That slightly reluctant gaze attracted Zheng Yi's gaze.
Facing Kira's gaze, he seemed to be a little puzzled and thought for a while, then showed a knowing smile.
Zheng Yi patted Kira's shoulder lightly.
"Ann! I'm just going on a reconnaissance mission. Maybe the other party is just a passing mobile suit, so a battle may not necessarily break out. Besides, Millie is in charge of my current communication. Don't look so worried. gone."
After rubbing Kira's soft hair with a little more force, Zheng Yi withdrew his palm, gave the boy a thumbs up, and smiled brighter.
"No problem, I'm still in a hurry to come back and find you to learn singing, you have to figure out what to teach me to sing!"
Not resisting Zheng Yi's physical contact, Kira stroked her forehead hair, lowered her head slightly, her face was lightly covered with a thin layer of rosy, like melted rouge scattered on the rice paper.
"...I will seriously consider it..."
Mumbling some trivial words, the boy stepped back and left Zheng Yi's cockpit.
Looking up again, Kira smiled greenly at Zheng Yiyang.
"Waiting for your return, Senior Kujo."
——
"This is... Junius 7..."
This kind of feeling is completely different from when you are separated from the screen. No matter how magnificent the scene outlined by one stroke is, how to render it with the interlacing of storyboard and BGM, there is no way to experience the emotions generated by witnessing it with your own eyes at this moment. on a par.
Torn blocky continent.
Wandering wreckage of buildings.
Even……
Manipulating Qiang Xi to stretch out his arm carefully, Zheng Yi stared at the flesh and blood body that still kept a little shape in his palm, and said nothing.
Or rather, unable to speak.
The thing choked in the throat is too hot, but the thing clinging to the possession is as cold as a cold front.
It was obviously the arm of the attacker, but Zheng Yi seemed to be able to feel the solid touch in his palm.
That's Junius 7...
No.
It is the deep imprint left by [Dispute].
Sad, terrifying, real, and full of pain that can burn.
This is the first time that Zheng Yi has witnessed the scars of this world in a real sense.
This is completely different from the old way of reminiscing from books and pictures, no matter how complete the images are, no matter how vivid the text is, no matter how clear the pictures are, only this one thing cannot be compared.
Gently stretching out five fingers, letting the rest of the palm return to the erratic nothingness again, Zheng Yi slowly closed his eyes.
"24..."
Correct.
Only the weight of this life...
Only when you are there like this can you really understand with what kind of bloody paint those numbers are written.
anger.
For a moment, it was almost as if the flesh and bones behind the number were to be turned into fuel, and an uncontrollable anger rose suddenly.
The pain overwhelmed the sorrow and overshadowed the pity.
At one time, it seemed that Zheng Yi was going to be dragged into a bottomless place.
It is as if you can hear the wailing and panic of people before they pass away.
Those noisy voices interspersed in the supposedly quiet and empty universe, telling Zheng Yi over and over again the pain that even time could not erase.
Hate, fear, regret, grief.
They sang.
They groaned.
It's like a chaotic orchestra, hysterically performing the last [unending] performance.
Repeatedly, as if there is no end in sight.
And all the voices seem to have turned into the same sentence in the end.
[As long as everyone——]
The sound stopped abruptly, followed by Zheng Yi's unconscious calm down, like the calm sea after a storm.
The fleeting anger and turmoil are like a too hasty dream.
Apart from the scorching heat in his heart, Zheng Yi didn't even have much real feeling.
Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes.
If the shelter escape pod hadn't been launched in advance, Heliopolis would have followed in the footsteps of Junius 7.
The five fingers holding the joystick were slightly tightened, and he became more and more determined in his thoughts.
That plan must be implemented as soon as possible, the sooner the better.
Everything is to prevent similar tragedies from happening again.
"Drip."
"Signal?"
The prompt sound from the ear made Zheng Yi focus on the radar interface.
"This is a distress signal...Hey, wait, why do I think this direction looks familiar?"
Looking at the content displayed on the radar, Zheng Yi frowned and thought for a while.
"Gravel belt... Junius 7... Mayday signal..."
While driving the Striker to move in the direction of the distress signal, alerting the surrounding movements, Zheng Yi recalled the memory of Gundam SEED.
Of course he won't forget that Mu asked him to come because of MS's reaction here.
Although because of the previous series of events, Zheng Yi hardly had time to review the situation in the original book.
But now this classic and important event, he didn't need to spend much effort to remember it.
It is also because of remembering that Zheng Yi's face hidden under the helmet of the driving suit at this time, his facial features gradually revealed a wonderful complex expression.
Looking at the escape pod surrounded by the wreckage of two crashed mobile suits after bypassing yet another wreckage of a warship, Zheng Yi suddenly felt dumbfounded.
He laughed out loud.
"It seems that I may have another singing teacher now."
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ciao(?ω)★
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Chapter 73: The First Temperament
"So, did you bring this escape pod back? Kongtiao justice."
"You can't let it just wander in the gravel belt, right?"
Drifting down from the assault, Zheng Yi landed firmly next to Bucky Lulu and Mu.
In front of the three of them was the escape pod he had searched and rescued from the wreckage of the two Jeans.
"You have to know, under normal circumstances, no escape pod will appear in that kind of place! If according to your description, the enemy near this escape pod has MS wreckage belonging to ZAFT, then it is very likely that the person inside is The adjuster that ZAFT belongs to!"
"Whether it belongs to ZAFT, the Earth Federation, or Orb, if we just let it float in the gravel zone like this, no one can guarantee that the people inside will survive until they are rescued, right?"
Seeing Kojero, who was tinkering with the unlocking procedure of the escape hatch, so that he had no time to help Zheng Yi complete the assault machine inspection, Zheng Yi came back to his senses, and looked seriously at Bucky Lulu.
"If you want me to put my life in front of me and ignore it just because the other party's identity is in doubt...I can't do it."
"This is not just your problem."
"If the people in this escape cabin pose a threat to everyone, then I will be responsible to the end."
"Empty justice!"
"alright!"
Seeing that Bucky Lulu and Zheng Yi fell into the subtle confrontation caused by their acting styles again, Mu played his smoothing skills in time.
In fact, the main purpose of Maru asking him to follow him was this, not to be wary of the people in the escape cabin.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be just Mu who came with him, but a few strong young soldiers carrying guns.
Baki Lulu, who has a traditional iron-blooded thinking, and Zheng Yi, who is gentle but unexpectedly stubborn, the possible conflicts between the two have actually been expected by Maru.Asking Mu to come with Bucky Lulu is actually to prevent Bucky Lulu from getting into a dead end and causing the conflict to rise to the level of verbal conflict.