"Get up, Ian, you've rested enough; there's not so much time for rest in the Pollution Zone."
"...Yes, father."
"Do you look like you're hiding something, are you thinking of giving up? It's not too late to give up now, you don't have to follow the same path as me."
"No, father, I've never thought of giving up, I'm just somewhat confused."
"What?"
"Why do we still need to practice such basic swordsmanship? In the 'Overload' state, do we really need to refine our technique to this extent?"
"We need to, Ian. You have to understand, metal bodies and prosthetics are ultimately just tools; they can also be damaged. In a dire situation, all a person can rely on is their own body and mind, and what we are refining now is exactly the mind... Understood?"
"I understand, father! Let's continue!"
"Very good, lift your head and focus, don't let your sister laugh at you; Ina has been standing behind you for a long time."
"Ah?!"
"I said, focus!"
