Iron Rebellion

d speak, it was clear he

s a miracle, a marve

lving mathematical equations

robotic arm using spare par

he created Nova, an artificial intellig

he could learn, adapt, and even predict

rbing vast amounts of information on c

every known fighting style but had begun developing entire

dmired his son's brilliance but w

utionary defense system-technology

o let his genius b

ning the ultimate combat robot f

as going to prove

creation-a sleek, yet hea

mechanical arms flexing like a

taying up late in his workshop, runn

rt pounding. "Dad, I want you to see this," he sai

ocuments. "If it's another one of

ay calm. "It's not a toy. This is a high-perfo

cold. "And what exactly do you pl

rground fighting leagues. People bet on these

nce on nonsense! You could be designing real weapons, technology th

the robot's control panel. "

les. "You'll understand one day. But until t

y subject. Yet, that wasn't the source of the joy and enthusiasm shining in his eyes; he had finally done his

was no ord

to its first official fight. But the mo

shattered screens-his robot

of the destruction, arms crosse

es. "You... you destroyed them?"

to the company tomorrow. I have projects lined up for you. An

skin as he watched his father leave with steady step

he was going, only

a park bench near the h

ya

her, Lina, standing there,

yed them, Mom. Everything I wo

hand on his shoulder. "Your father t

ah? Well, he just made sur

t let anger decide your future. If this company isn't where your heart is, that's okay. But don't

staring at the broke

friend, Samar, at their favorite café. She liste

want to do now?"

king for him. And if he forces me,

brow. "Really? That

ota

company will make hi

I don't care wh

t paid. Build your damn robots in secret. Win

the table. He hated admitti

d. "But I'm not pl

ked. "You

ndered the city street

tant cheers caught his attention. He followed the n

e energy of the crowd, the robotic announcer'

ide, eyes lock

stood like a walking fortress, he

ek and fast, dodging Titan's thund

't just a fight. It was proof tha

arriors, strate

ting hit, sending Shadow Fang

xploded

at power! His eyes were analy

Fang adapted-switching from boxing t

yze Shadow Fang's adaptive strategy.

ready processing. Shall I cross-ref

irked.

a final strike, piercing through Ti

erupted

is fists. This

was art. It was strategy. It was e

l do anything to