The Banshee stood upside down and crossed a graceful arc, hitting the moving target with two bangs. Then the thruster accelerated suddenly, turned somersaults in the air and returned to an upright posture, shredding the last target with one claw. Then slowly slowed down and drove back, and stopped firmly on the ground.
In the cockpit, Camus, who had completed the training level, unbuckled his seat belt, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously raised a nostalgic smile. In order to distance itself from the heavens and humans, this machine is nominally newly built by Anaheim, but how can this lie be kept from Camus, who has been fighting alongside it for a long time? The last time I sat here was only a few months ago, but it seemed like a long, long time had passed.
"There is always a feeling that I can control the NT-D now. The old man will be surprised." He reluctantly retracted his hand from the keyboard, and the screen was showing a picture he was very familiar with, "But I What should we do..."
When he dawdled out of the cockpit, Xi Ya was standing not far away. Seeing him come out, Xia Ya walked up to meet him, with a proud smile on his face: "Nice job, Camus, you really lived up to my expectations."
"Nice job..." Camus murmured, "if that's what you're expecting, it's really beautiful."
"Of course it's my expectation, I have more than Amuro Ray's expectations for you." Char said with a bright face, "The entire Gibraltar base will only have your NT, and it will only be established with your NT as the core. Combat department. With your outstanding performance, coupled with my excellent guidance, you may already be a colonel by the time you reach Amuro's age."
"Colonel Widan, the same rank as Siroc..." Camus couldn't help but look a little complicated, "I don't know if it sounds better than Doctor Widan."
"Camus, your situation is too small, it's not enough to be an NT." Xia stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the distant sky, "How many people can be saved by studying medicine in one's life? Can the Federation be cured? Human society is sick, can a doctor treat human society? Your NT ability is so excellent, don’t waste your precious life on meaningless things.”
"Is it meaningless to be a doctor?" Camus couldn't accept it and couldn't help but retorted, "But the doctor said that the so-called NT is-"
"What reason can a short-sighted person from Lingos say?" Xia Ya interrupted him quickly and smiled disdainfully, "Besides, he is not even an NT anymore, so what qualifications does he have to point fingers at you as an NT? ?"
Camus didn't refute this time, just kept silent.
"Anyone can be a doctor, but NewType is not. This is something only you can do." Xia said solemnly, "It's as if unicorns are just scrap iron for the current Lingus, in Amuro. He has incredible power in his hands. NewType is destined to bear a different fate than ordinary people, Camus, always remember that you are a NewType."
"NT exists to bear the fate..." Camus whispered, "This kind of statement... is cruel."
"Yes, it's cruel, but it's the reality." Char turned to look at him and said happily, "Camus, you are already an adult in my mind, and you have the courage and ability to face it. So Instead of telling you unrealistic fairy tales like Lingos, I choose to show you the reality of the world."
"I'll... seriously consider it, Mr. Covatello." Camus patted his head embarrassedly. "Can you give me some more time?"
"No problem, no one is forcing you." Char looked down at his watch, "It just so happens that the Lingus couple's plane is coming, I have to pick it up myself. Think slowly, I believe you will eventually make the right decision. Selected."
After speaking, Char patted Camus on the shoulder affectionately, and strode away. It wasn't until he left completely that Emma Xin, who was wearing an A-Laws uniform and was in charge of security not far away, came to him: "Camus, how is it, have you made a decision?"
"Middle, No, Captain Emma, I'm sorry, I still don't know how to choose." Camus' expression was a little confused, "If it was Captain Emma, what would I do in this situation? Please give me some advice. Well, I really…”
"I'm neither your mother nor your lover, and I have no obligation to help you make life choices." Emma said sternly, "Camus, you are eighteen years old, and you have to decide your own life. Don't think about putting the responsibility on others, and you end up being the cunning adult you call it, that's too ugly."
"Don't become a cunning adult..." Camus glanced back at the gleaming mourning banshee, "Captain Emma said exactly the same thing as Dr. Lingos."
"The official exercise is the day after tomorrow. You must give me the answer tomorrow at the latest. Before that, you are not allowed to approach the banshee without permission. It is now the property of A-Laws. It is illegal to board or activate it without permission. ..." Emma laughed suddenly, "shut down."
Hearing this word, Camus couldn't help laughing happily, as if as long as time passed, even the confinement became some kind of good memory.
"Okay, stop laughing." Emma suddenly became serious again, and Camus stopped laughing awkwardly, "If you have to give you advice, think about what you really want to do. I remember you A college student in medical school, do you want to be a doctor? Or do you want to be a soldier more?"
"It's not that simple, Captain Emma." Camus tugged at his hair in distress. "It took me a lot of work to get me a doctorate in college. If I don't go there, I feel sorry for him. But Mr. Covatello He also said that the apostles are a threat to all mankind, and only a NewType like me can protect everyone, otherwise—"
"There is also a limit to my narcissism!" Emma interrupted him loudly, "You are saying that the soldiers in the entire Gibraltar base are all rubbish, and without you, Camus Vidan, we can't even fight. No, is it better to run away when you encounter an enemy? Or are you saying that you are the only NT left in the entire A-Laws, and the whole world is waiting for you to rescue?"
"You clearly know that's not what I mean!" Camus waved his arms excitedly, "I don't want to be called illiterate by the old man all day long, and I also want to become a powerful doctor to make the real big brother impress me, but Kwat Mr. Luo has been talking about all mankind, genocide, and even showing me the terrible images of the apostles, if, if I don't fight... What can I do, I'm in pain too!"
"I understand, being kidnapped by Covatello Baginado is really a cunning adult." Emma narrowed her eyes. "What about Dr. Lingos, what did he say? I want you to be a doctor?"
"No." Camus lowered his head in frustration. "Before returning to Earth, the doctor told me that the essence of NT is to communicate with people, and understanding is a matter between two people. One person's understanding is called forced will. He Said that my NT ability is strong enough, but as a 'human' it is not complete enough, I should take advantage of my youth to meet more people with different people, and try my best to become what I want to be, not to become... a cunning adult."
"I finally understand why Siroc hates Dr. Lingos so much, so it turns out, you are lucky." Emma patted Camus on the back with relief, "To judge a person, don't just listen to what he said, but look at what he said. What he did, I remember Sirocco saying it very well."
After saying this, Emma turned and left in a dashing manner, leaving Camus alone.
"I don't understand a lot of what Dr. Lingos is doing. What the hell does the gods do, and what is the purpose of establishing A-Laws, the real eldest brother didn't explain it to me." Camus looked at the banshee and said to himself. He said, "Mr. Cobatero, he, no, Charata... threw Junius 7 down."
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PS: I forgot to watch the 77 concert, today is so short...