The maneuvers now resembled a synchronized exercise routine, casually displayed by this group of pilots on their maiden flight, their coordination so perfect they moved as one.
Some even started playfully performing two-ship formation rolls, their wingtips less than two meters apart!
Before, this would have been considered a suicidal act and a serious violation of regulations.
But with the aid of the "Neural Resonance" system, it was merely two comrades, their minds linked, greeting each other.
They danced in the sky, composing a symphony of steel and Will.
Standing in the control tower, Han Feng watched the data flicker across the screen and nodded slightly.
'This path of "Blood Refining plus technology" is a success.'
'Though their maneuvers still look a bit green and unrefined to me, that's just a matter of Skill Proficiency.'
'Just give them time, and this Ghost Squad...'
