When Kou Uraki piloted the GP01FB to confront Kato again after he had launched the nuclear bomb, his words were no longer the childish and simplistic humiliation of his past life. Instead, he delivered a cold, accusatory question—a judgnt from a Federal soldier to a war criminal.
Nina Purpleton also didn't reenact that infamous "shoe-throwing" scene that had sent countless viewers' blood pressures skyrocketing at the critical mont.
She was no longer the lovesick girl with lingering feelings for Kato. Instead, as Anaheim's top engineer, she provided Kou Uraki with reliable and crucial technical support from Albion's arsenal.
The plot surged toward its climax: the final battle in the Solomon Sector.
The massive green mantis-like Lüvi Gelu, piloted by Kato, wreaked havoc across the battlefield like a demonic force. Its I-Field rendered it nearly immune to all beam attacks.
Just as the Federation Fleet stood helpless, Kou Uraki's furious roar echoed through the cockpit as he engaged the Lüvi Gelu.
On the screen, the white GP03D Dendrobium streaked across the cosmos like a teor, hurtling toward Lüvi Gelu. The massive machine's multiple chanical arms caught the Dendrobium, but Kou Uraki had already detached the "Stan" GP03S. He then fired a folding rocket launcher that erged from the cargo bay, shattering two I-Field generators in Lüvi Gelu's chest.
The blinding explosion instantly collapsed Lüvi Gelu's pride and joy: its I-Field shield!
However, one of the GP03S's legs had been caught by Lüvi Gelu's chanical arms.
At that mont, Bask Om, having failed to intercept the Colony Satellite with the solar system, ordered the backup command ship to reposition the remaining mirrors of the solar system to focus their energy on the main battlefield near Lüvi Gelu.
A fireball brighter than a star erupted in space.
Lüvi Gelu was devastated by the concentrated solar energy, while the GP03S, positioned on the opposite side of the battlefield, remained unhard. The chanical arms restraining it were damaged by the intense heat, allowing the GP03S to break free.
With its two remaining I-Field generators now crippled by the solar system's bombardnt, Lüvi Gelu struggled to launch a kamikaze attack against the Federation Fleet. But a barrage of fire from the Federation's ship cannons and Mobile Suits tore it apart before it could reach its target.
Takuya Nakayama leaned back comfortably in his soft seat, a smile spreading across his face.
This is what war should be.
No sudden betrayals, no inexplicable saintly motives—only cold positions, clear responsibilities, and decisive execution.
The lingering frustration that had haunted him for over a decade after witnessing the events in his previous life had finally been resolved by his own hand.
As the movie ended and the end credits began to roll, the screen showed Kou Uraki, now cleared of all charges due to the GP Project's cancellation, arriving at the Oak Ridge base in North Arica. Nina Purpleton's smile was no longer the forced, conflicted expression from his past life, but one filled with genuine surprise and affection. The theater erupted in applause.
After planting the seed in Makoto Yamashina's mind, Takuya Nakayama paid no further attention to it.
In his view, Bandai only needed the right opportunity. Ti would provide the answers.
Returning to his office, he casually picked up the Sankei Shimbun on his desk, flipping through it to catch any interesting social news.
However, a brief news item about the pound sterling in the finance section caught his attention, and he set the paper down.
"The pound is under intense selling pressure, as the market fears it may be unable to maintain stability within the European exchange rate chanism—"
It was the sa old formula, the sa old taste.
He knew his subordinates' characters all too well, especially Hoshino and Sugiura from the Investnt Departnt.
Their professional skills were unquestionable, but the gambling ntality and greed ingrained during Japan's economic bubble era were like indelible marks, impossible to erase.
During the last oil futures incident, if he hadn't kept a close watch and forced them to exit early, Sega's financial report would likely have a shocking black hole right now.
This ti, the pound sterling was causing commotion no less significant than the oil incident.
He decided to visit the Investnt Departnt the next day.
Early the next morning, Takuya Nakayama walked into the Investnt Departnt and was imdiately greeted by the distinctive scent of caffeine, nicotine, and adrenaline—the aroma of the financial battlefield.
The entire departnt humd like a high-speed war machine.
The symphony of ringing phones and keyboard clicks created a tense atmosphere. A nearby conference room had been hastily converted into a command center, its massive whiteboard covered in dense charts and numbers in red and black marker, ticulously tracking every subtle fluctuation in the pound's exchange rate.
The other wall was covered with faxed reports from London, arranged in chronological order.
Amidst the bustling commotion, one man stood out as incongruous.
Director Hoshino of the Investnt Departnt leaned casually back in his executive chair, a steaming cup of Blue Mountain Coffee in hand, as if the frenzied activity around him held no relevance.
His eyes lit up when he saw Takuya Nakayama enter, and he beckoned him over. "Managing Director, co join here."
His enthusiasm was like that of soone who had just spotted a savior.
Takuya didn't hesitate, pulling out a chair and sitting across from him. His gaze swept over the whiteboard, where the exchange rate curve hovered perilously close to a critical point. "Looks like you're preparing for a major operation?"
"We've stockpiled our ammunition and are just waiting for the signal," Director Hoshino said, taking a sip of his coffee. A confident smile played on his lips. "Sugiura himself flew to London to oversee things. By connecting directly with him, we'll get intelligence and execute trades faster than anyone else."
He pointed to the reports on the wall. "But after what happened last ti, no one's willing to stick their neck out again. The departnt's bursting with pent-up energy, but no one will act without my explicit order."
Takuya nodded, acknowledging their caution.
From his complete withdrawal from the Japanese economic bubble to his precise timing in avoiding the peak of the Gulf War oil futures, Hoshino, once the most stubborn contrarian, had beco Takuya's most devoted follower.
"I have so information from the States," Takuya said, leaning forward slightly and lowering his voice. "The ones stirring up trouble in Europe this ti are those Wall Street vultures led by Soros."
"Soros?" Hoshino's brow furrowed, fully aware of the weight behind that na.
"Exactly." Takuya tapped the table, a glint of amusent in his eyes. "Given John Bull's stubborn pride, he's probably mobilizing every last ounce of foreign exchange reserves to prop up the pound. But that's precisely our opportunity."
"What do you an?"
"Have Sugiura keep a close eye on one thing," Takuya said, his calm tone carrying an unmistakable authority. "Monitor the comrcial banks and traders in the UK. See if anyone is secretly stabbing their own country in the back alongside Soros."
Hoshino froze, his mind racing.
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