The Undying Mecha Emperor

I slept well that night.

Well maybe not slept.

A more accurate verb would be "blacked out".

I remember closing my eyes and opening them again to the loud blaring of the cent4al alarm in what felt like only a second in between.

"Damn central alarms and their evil designer!" I cursed loudly.

"God if you're real and if you can hear me, make the evil designer of the central alarm wake up early every morning! Don't let him sleep in ever, at all!" Roland Hu shouted with frustration.

But that was all we could do. Curse, grumble, and then curse even more.

We quickly got up, showered and had our usual massive breakfast before going to our usual practice field.

It was the third day of school, and it was a beautiful sunny day, with nary a white cloud. The sky was a gorgeous deep blue and the air was crisp with the freshness of the upcoming spring.

The massive field was filled with five hundred massive practice mechas that day.

"It's a perfect day for exercise. I wonder if they will end up running the whole day away until night fall again?" A particularly vicious looking boy sniggered loudly when he saw me and my bunkmates appear.

"Shut up weakling." Jack Yang snapped at him. "You're a titsucker, and titsuckers should shut the hell up."

"Chill Jack, the titsucker is just cranky coz he hadn't sucked on his momma's tits for three days now." Roland Hu said loudly.

"Yeah, chill. He is probably cranky coz he had to suck on his bunkmates' hairy and inverted tits the whole night to help him sleep." I said even louder and caused a huge swathe of students to burst out laughing.

The little vicious boy's face turned red and he quickly stomped off with his friends.

We settled down on the huge field with huge smiles on our faces. What a pleasant start to the day!

The first lesson of the third day was Introduction to Mechas.

Before we were began our training using mechas, we would begin our journey by studying them closely, from the outside in.

Most of the students already know the basics, of course. But it never hurt to revise and make sure that all of us understand the various parts that make up a mecha, what they are called, and what are the main things we needed to look out for.

Ten of us were assigned to one mecha, and in usual National Mecha Pilot Fashion, we were immediately plunged into the deep end of experiential learning.

"The mechas before you are the simplest mechas in existence. They are the most basic functioning mechas you can get your hands on. Additionally, they are also modified for easy maintenance.

Your mission today is to study the mecha manual within your EduLinks and dismantle the mecha within five hours." Instructor Blackwood shouted excitedly. "Every member on the first team to finish will get one thousand academy credits each PLUS a surprise reward! I assure you, the surprise reward is EPIC!! And the last team to finish will lose one thousand academy credits each!

This is a race! Dismantle them well! Dismantle them fast! If you break anything, their repair cost will come from your academy credits! Bear that in mind anddddd... Begin!!"

Instructor Blackwood was a short but powerfully built man, much like a tall dwarf. He was extremely excitable and his mood spilled over to affect us that day.

As soon as he said begin, we all burst into action and a loud roar erupted from five thousand throats!

We were given five hours to complete the assignment. But that was in consideration of those with low RPLs.

For those of us with extremely high RPLs, our resonance with the mechas allow us to instinctively know what we needed to do with only the occasional glance to the manual.

The race to first place would be decided within thirty minutes.

It was especially true for me.

My RPL was extremely high, and I had the knowledge to build an entire white mecha from scratch. Dismantling the practice mecha was a piece of cake!

If I wanted to, I could dismantle it by myself within twenty minutes.

But as with every lesson in the National Mecha Pilot Academy, there were lessons within lessons.

I knew that it wasn't as simple as dismantling the mecha. It was training for teamwork and effective communication!

My team that day was created at random, and I did not know anybody there.

"Guys! Let's work together to win first prize!" I started to say excitedly. "I will-"

"Who died and made you our leader?" A tall and relatively pretty looking girl interrupted me loudly.

"Yeah! Just because you're the Champion does not mean that we have to follow your instructions. We know how to dismantle this mecha too!" Another girl scoffed at me.

"Exactly. You think you're the only one with high resonance? I have a Royal grade RPL! I can sense the mechas as well as you." A nerdy looking boy sneered at me.

"Yes. Just sit there and think of your momma's titties." Another little boy said smugly as they started to gather around the mecha to discuss and assign tasks.. without me!

Alas.

My team mates that day were all students who disliked me and were probably insulted by my constant use of "mother's titties".

No matter how I tried, they would not listen to me!

What else could I do?

I am the god damned future mecha emperor of the world!

There's no bloody way I would just sit there nicely and watch them work.

Plus, I was starting to be aware that the journey to the top would be filled with obstacles, and many of those obstacles would be stuff like being alone and being misunderstood.

Smal prices to pay.

I wanted to be first.

I wanted the thousand credits.

I wanted the mysterious epic reward.

And so I made sure I got them.