Colossus class

Lieutenant X pressed a button on his console resulting in the isolation of the screen dedicated to Team 19, with another one he magnified it to fill his private monitor.

His curiosity grew as he fished through the participant's information while questions began piling up in his mind.

What happened to his teammate? What is his Biocore? Why is he using a pulse gun with no piercing power when he could wield a deadlier weapon? Why rely so heavily on a knife? And why is he struggling this much against F-rank units?

He leaned forward, muttering to himself as the boy's movements unfolded on the screen. "He has good reaction time, his reflexes are good too… good discipline… good strategy…" He blinked, realizing he was doling out compliments to an outer city participant. That was unheard of.

A doubt gnawed at him, prompting him to pull up the boy's file. His eyes scanned the document as he digested the bare-bones data.

"The name is Nioh. No last name. Age fifteen and orphan. Survivor of the S-class attack ten years ago." Lieutenant X's voice faltered as he read the details. 

"Deaf and paralyzed as a child, Biocore: Unknown Body frame: C-rank. Specialty: Biomechanical engineering…"

He paused, looking back at the screen. "So, he's a bookworm with a shitty physique. But what is his Biocore ability? Telekinesis? No, it's not the same. Those vibrations are too fast, and too precise to be purely mental force. He's fast, much faster than any C-rank should be."

His gaze shifted back to the action on screen, where Nioh was carving through the Mechanical Jaws like a relentless machine. Despite the efficient kills, Lieutenant X shook his head grimly.

"Unfortunately, his partner's a complete idiot," he muttered after reviewing footage from the landing. "He's not going to last long at this rate. That's over a hundred Mechanical Jaws closing in. With a busted right arm and a body frame stat that low this kid is done for."

The screen showed Nioh cutting down the fifteenth feral biocore and his movements were growing sluggish. Exhaustion was taking its toll on him, compounded by the relentless pain radiating from his injured shoulder.

"You won't last long at this rhythm," Ekoh's calm voice echoed in his mind.

"I know, This should have been a nice demonstration enough" Nioh replied through gritted teeth. He took three shaky steps back he fired his pulse gun into the horde multiple times. The shots created a temporary gaps in the onslaught allowing him to retreat safely.

His retreat brought him closer to Aksel, who was still sprawled unconscious against the rock wall. 

The dried blood on Aksel's face and uniform gave the illusion of critical injury, but his steady breathing betrayed his actual condition a deep, undisturbed sleep.

A flare of frustration ignited in Nioh. Every aching muscle in his body screamed for rest, yet his so-called partner had the audacity to remain comatose during their fight for survival.

Without hesitation, Nioh channeled every ounce of pent-up frustration into a single devastating kick. 

His foot slammed right into Aksel's abdomen with a rattling force that sent his sleeping partner in the air.

"How much longer are you planning to sleep?!" Nioh roared as his voice cracked with anger.

The kick launched Aksel deep into the horde of Mechanical Jaws, where he tumbled like a ragdoll.

Lieutenant X, who had been sipping his drink, choked violently as the scene unfolded. He slammed his cup onto the console while coughing and wheezing. "Did he just—?! Did he just kick his own teammate into the enemy? Who is this devil?"

Back on the ground, Aksel awoke mid-flight, his groggy eyes widened in horror as he realized his predicament.

"Wha—?!" he yelped while flailing his arms as he plummeted into the writhing mass of metallic beasts.

The horde hesitated momentarily as their attention was split between Nioh and the unexpected intruder in their midst.

Lieutenant X leaned closer to the screen with a mix of astonishment and begrudging amusement. "This kid might actually be insane."

Aksel's massive frame crashed into the horde of Mechanical Jaws, the impact scattered a handful of them like pebbles. Before the feral creatures could swarm him, his towering form expanded further, transforming into a 10-meter colossus of red and white alloy Mecha. The Mecha manifested with bulky armor plating and a rugged design that screamed raw power.

In a swift motion, Aksel activated his Magnetic Attraction Net. A spherical device appeared above him, with a humming sound and amplifying magnets that unleashed an irresistible attraction field. The field pulled every metallic creature in the vicinity toward him.

The scene became chaotic. Hundreds of the feral Mechanical Jaws were drawn in like moths to a flame. Their movements were erratic as they fought against the overwhelming magnetic force while craving a bite from the biomechanical machine.

Aksel took advantage of their clustered state and gripped his Plasma Heavy Battle Axe with both hands. The axe's blade ignited as his biocore energy flowed into the circuits. It glowed with a molten plasma edge that pulsed with destructive energy.

With a battle cry, Aksel swung the axe downward. The blade descended like a cleaver, and its plasma edge sliced clean through the metallic creatures. 

The result prompted Aksel to attack with more fervor. Each swing vaporized multiple Mechanical Jaws at a time. The plasma left glowing scars in the air like fireflies.

The beasts that managed to bite into Aksel's Mecha found themselves biting fruitlessly, because any damaged sections of his mecha regenerated almost instantaneously, The sight of metal growing like some garden weed was astonishing. 

Nevertheless, his body still bore the pain of the assault. Each bite was painfully shared between him and his Mecha. This only fueled Aksel's fury, allowing him to deliver even more vicious attacks.

The air filled with the sound of grinding metal, plasma burns, and the screeches of the Mechanical jaws being obliterated. Within moments, Aksel stood amidst a field of shattered mechanical limbs and smoldering fragments, his plasma axe was dripping with molten residue.

Nioh still leaning against the rocky wall of the cul-de-sac, took the opportunity to catch his breath. His chest rose and fell heavily as he muttered under his breath, "So he can be useful… when he's not dead weight."

Meanwhile, Lieutenant X who was watching the scene from his private screen, went through an array of emotions. First, the disbelief at Nioh's apparent ruthlessness in kicking his partner into danger. Then astonishment as Aksel revealed himself to be a Colossus-Type Mecha Core Binder.

 But he welcomed the sheer entertainment associated with the carnage unfolding.

"Regeneration ability, magnetic attraction net, and a plasma axe? There is a weapon designer involved. But how do poor students from the outer city commission a weapon designer? " he murmured "This outer-city evaluation is turning out to be far more entertaining than I expected."

Lieutenant X's curiosity deepened as he analyzed the footage. The mechanical axe was cleaving through the Mechanical Jaws with brutal efficiency, while the regeneration ability of the colossus mecha absorbed the relentless barrage of bites and claw strikes.

"This level of coordination… it wouldn't be possible without a weapon designer," he muttered. His eyes flicked between the modified battle axe and the attraction net, noting their enhanced capabilities. "The question is, is he the designer? If so, this kid's a genius."

The pulse handgun and vibrating dagger, however, remained enigmas. Without further context, it was impossible to assess the modifications done.

As Nioh's team began to rack up an alarming number of points, the activity on screen 19 began to catch the attention of other recruiters in the observation deck.

"This colossus mecha is perfect for frontal assaults!" one recruiter remarked, his voice filled with admiration. "With that regeneration ability, it's practically invincible. Look at the pilot—using the axe to perfection!"

"No, no," another recruiter argued, leaning forward with intense focus. "The mecha is clearly built for defense. See how it absorbs damage? The pilot's creating opportunities for counterattacks by deliberately drawing aggro."

"It's raking in points fast," a third recruiter chimed in, eyes wide with intrigue. "Even if they're just F-rank Mechanical Jaws, a horde that size can overwhelm a B-rank Biocore with ease. The corebinder must be exceptionally skilled to manage this so effectively."

Lieutenant X remained silent as he replayed snippets of the battle, watching how Nioh had adapted to the situation. From the precise use of his pulse handgun to the deft throws of his vibrating dagger, every move was deliberate, and calculated. The mecha corebinder was far less skilled, but the colossus's overwhelming durability and attack compensated for the deficiency.