The System Mecha is so unscientific

The crisp morning air carried an unsettling quiet as Da immersed himself in his work, pouring over designs and calculations, trying to break through the mental block that had settled since he'd lost Fireboy. He knew he had to refocus and channel the raw power of his frustration into tangible creations. His mind was wrapped tightly around each sketch, the lines and shapes slowly transforming into something that could breathe life again.

As the sun climbed higher, casting beams of light through the open windows of the workshop, the serene atmosphere was interrupted by the sudden jangle of the doorbell. Da looked up, surprised. Visitors were rare in this part of town, especially in his workshop where the air was thick with the scent of metal and oil.

“Come in!” he called, swiping at his smudged hands on a rag as the door creaked open.

Mia Bellstone stepped into the workshop, her presence illuminating the room like a burst of sunlight. She was a striking figure, with mahogany hair cascading down her shoulders and sharp, intelligent eyes that sparkled with both concern and curiosity.

“Da!” she exclaimed, a mix of surprise and relief washing over her. “I heard about what happened with the Grimheart family.”

Da offered a tentative smile, but the weight of his situation pressed down on him. “Yeah, it’s—complicated. I lost a lot more than just a mecha.”

Mia's expression softened, her sharp gaze taking in the chaotic state of the workshop. “I can imagine. I wish I had been there to help.”

“There’s not much anyone can do when someone like Paul’s involved,” Da replied, crossing his arms defensively. “He’s too powerful. I made a deal with the devil, and now I’m paying the price.”

Mia stepped closer, her presence both grounding and reassuring. “You’re not alone in this,” she said, voice steady. “The Bellstone family may not be as involved in the mecha industry as the Grimhearts, but we have our own influence in Greenland City. If you need support or resources, I can help.”

Da appreciated the sentiment but felt reluctant to accept help. It felt like an admission of weakness when all he wanted was to reclaim his independence. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I don’t want to drag you into this mess.”

“You’re already in it, Da. Whether you like it or not, we all are. Paul’s influence stretches far beyond just your losses. Look what he’s done to you; there’s a chance he could do the same to others. You have to fight back. Let me help you.”

Her determination sparked something within him, but he struggled with the dichotomy of wanting assistance and fearing the consequences it might bring. “And what do you want in return? It can’t just be out of friendship.”

Mia paused, studying him thoughtfully. “It’s about more than just friendship. The Bellstones believe in protecting the city’s balance. We won’t sit idly by while one family hoards power and uses it to control everyone else. But this is bigger than just me. It’s about everyone who’s suffering under Paul’s tyranny.”

Da’s heart raced at her words, the idea of united resistance stirring something dormant within him. However, lingering doubts crept in. “You don’t understand what you’re asking for. The Grimhearts have a stronghold here. Paul won’t let this go without a fight, and if we pull the Bellstones into this…”

“We’ll face it together,” Mia interrupted, fire lighting her eyes. “I’m not asking you to do this alone. Think about the others affected by this power imbalance—the non-awakeners, those who rely on mechas to defend themselves. We can make a difference, Da. We can build something that stands against Paul.”

The earnestness in her voice resonated deep within him. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps it was time to forge new alliances instead of attempting to shoulder the burden alone. He might have lost Fireboy, but he couldn’t afford to lose himself to despair.

“Okay,” he finally said, his voice steadying. “Let’s do it. But we need a plan. Paul has connections and resources beyond what I can imagine. We have to be smart about it.”

Mia smiled, relief flooding her features. “That’s the spirit! Together, we’ll gather information, rally support, and build a strategy. From this moment on, you’re not just an inventor; you’re a part of a cause. We’ll fight for what’s right.”

As they began discussing strategies, laying down plans to gather intelligence and rally support against the Grimheart family, a fire ignited within Da’s heart—perhaps ignited by Mia’s hope and conviction.

The turmoil that had clouded his mind slowly began to clear. He might have lost his mecha, but he hadn’t lost his potential or the strength found in friendship. Together, they’d build something new—something that would dismantle the oppressive walls Paul had constructed.

Their conversation flowed, filled with ideas, designs, and visions of a future untainted by the shadow of tyranny. They noted adjustments to be made in building, potential allies to reach out to, and ideas for practical demonstrations that could showcase the power of collaboration and resistance.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, Da felt a shift within himself anew, fueled by the realization he wasn't solely an inventor. He was a warrior for those who couldn't fight back, a beacon of hope against an overwhelming tide.

In Mia, he found not just a friend but a partner—a companion in tumult and triumph as they prepared to rewrite the narrative crafting their lives from the ashes of despair.

And in that workshop, surrounded by the tools of creation, a greater purpose began to form, one that Da hadn't thought possible. He would rise again, not just as an inventor, but as a champion for the voices lost in the shadows of Greenland City, the ultimate battle yet to come.@@novelbin@@