Sage Nathan huffed as he gazed at his exo-Martial suit.
It was ruptured.
But that was fine. The suit had been designed with the idea of Martial combat in mind. The breathing apparatus was present within his mouth, while the maneuvering systems were designed not to collapse even in Martial battle.
"Huff… huff…" Sage Nathan floated in outer space, gazing at his hands with a shocked expression. "I'm alive."
VMMM…
A MECHA unit to him. "Sage Nathan, this is Senior Sorel. Are you doing alright?"
In that moment, the Martial Sage felt more humiliation than he had ever felt in his entire life. He, a Martial Artist of the fifth rank, had been saved by a Martial Artist of the third rank.
