Gundam: Changing the World Even with a Mass-Produced Unit

Chapter 205

"So that's how it is."

Amuro smiled, momentarily relieved.

As mentioned before, Side 7 had already been transformed into a military base by the Titans.

However, the interior of the Green Noah 1 colony still had residential areas, primarily arranged to house military families.

The other colony, Green Noah 2—more famously known as Gryps—was entirely for military purposes.

So, the fact that Kamille had managed to sneak a peek at something from his father wasn't entirely surprising.

Even so, the Titans' security measures were frankly laughable.

And this kid too—how could he just casually look at classified military information?

Amuro muttered silently to himself, conveniently forgetting the time he had once done the same with a manual.

"Um, I have something I want to give you, Amuro!"

Realizing that Amuro was far more approachable than he had imagined, Kamille even dropped the honorifics.

He quickly pulled something out of the backpack he'd been carrying—an entry-grade Gunpla model.

Looking a bit bashful, the boy held the Gunpla up in front of Amuro.

Judging from the scale, it was an MG (Master Grade) model. But Amuro had never seen this particular Gunpla before.

Or rather, he was certain that such a model had never been released on the production line.

"I designed this Gunpla myself."

Kamille's cheeks flushed slightly.

"My dad is always busy with mechanical work, so I started getting into it too…"

Kids his age couldn't keep things to themselves; before Amuro even tried to steer the conversation, Kamille had already started spilling everything.

"I won the youth Mobile Suit design competition, and this year I also won the paragliding championship… But even so, my mom and dad are always too busy with work."

With every sentence Kamille said, Amuro's expression grew more gentle.

Parents too busy with work, leading to a love for machines.

My god… he's basically me. If he ever ends up piloting the Gundam his father designed, it'd be like seeing a young Amuro reborn.

That mischievous thought flitted through Amuro's mind—but he knew the odds of that were slim.

What were the chances of randomly running into the designer of a Titan's Gundam?

"Then I saw your story, Amuro. I thought… if I could achieve something like you did in an MS, maybe my parents would finally pay more attention to me."

This boy's emotions were so delicate.

And like Amuro, shaped by the absence of parental presence.

Amuro had turned that into a desire to grow up quickly, while Kamille internalized his sensitivity to the point where he'd pick fights with people over something as simple as his name.

Amuro took the Gunpla from him and studied it carefully. It was an NT-X—Amuro's current unit—but it lacked the wire-guided cannons.

"You did a great job. I couldn't build something like this."

Imagining what Mirai-san might say in this situation, Amuro offered Kamille some praise.

"All right, here's my contact info. Let's stay in touch."

Amuro smiled at Kamille and gestured to the girl nearby to escort him away.

Their relationship reminded him of how it used to be with Fraw Bow.

Thinking of Fraw, who had gotten married to Hayato Kobayashi last September back on Earth, Amuro watched the two youngsters walk away with a warm smile.

He'd never had romantic feelings for Fraw, but the bond between them had never faded.

"You seem to really like that kid."

With the third wheel finally out of the way, Beltorchika stepped up to Amuro's side.

"See a bit of your old self in him?"

Their days at the military academy had fostered a deep friendship between Amuro and Beltorchika, and he had shared many of his past experiences with her.

"Let's go with that."

Not bothering to refute her, Amuro turned toward Monsha, who had been waiting.

"I apologize for what that boy did to your man earlier."

"No worries. Honestly, Jerid doesn't really count as 'my man' yet."

Monsha responded in his usual laid-back tone, clicking his tongue for emphasis.

But from his upright stance, it was clear he was no longer the same slacker he once was.

Well, at least not entirely.

"Jerid and Lieutenant Emma Sheen are both newly assigned pilots. If they want to be under my command, they'll have to prove themselves first. This lady here, Beltorchika, is probably part of the same new intake."

Monsha slightly raised his chin and nudged Jerid with his elbow, prompting the latter to stand at attention.

Amuro glanced at Beltorchika beside him, his eyes lingering meaningfully on her uniform.

Sergeant rank.

Most likely, Beltorchika was part of Jamaica's initiative to recruit space colonists into the Titans.

"It's been years since I last saw Beltorchika. Mind if I have a word with her?"

Amuro slipped an arm around Beltorchika's shoulder, gently drawing her close.

"Of course not!"

Monsha raised an eyebrow, and this time his grin truly resembled that of the seasoned veteran Amuro remembered.

"I'll write you a pass—go stroll around the commercial district."

With a smirk and a wink, Monsha leaned in close to Amuro.

"Just make sure she's back before nightfall."

Amuro stayed rooted in place as Monsha leaned in further, until he was right next to his ear.

"Don't put me in a difficult position."

There was no joking tone in that line—his voice was serious and weighted.

Naturally, he kept it low enough that Jerid behind him didn't hear a word.

Then, Monsha gave Amuro a pat on the shoulder and let him go on his way.

Successfully slipping past the Titans' checkpoint, Amuro still had his arm around Beltorchika, who hadn't spoken a word since earlier.

It wasn't until they reached a public vehicle by the roadside that Amuro let go of her shoulder, gesturing for her to get in.

"Sorry about earlier."

Amuro started the vehicle and the first thing he did was record the onboard map data.

The car slowly pulled onto the road, headed toward the commercial district.

After a while without any response, Amuro glanced over at Beltorchika, slightly concerned.

"Are you mad?"

Beltorchika was resting her chin on her hand, gazing out the window.

"If I were mad, I would've socked you the moment you touched me. Just like that kid earlier—he's a soldier too, isn't he?"

"So what if he is? I'm only a year older than him. Don't I have the right to be a little willful too?"

She then let out a long sigh.

"I hate being used, Amuro. Just like how I ended up in the Titans due to a string of accidents and circumstances beyond my control—I hate that feeling."

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