Chapitre 201: Chapter 200: Transformers Version of Sentinel
Two hours later.
"Phew…"
Kaminari let out a long breath, finally leaning back in his chair after finishing his explanation.
"Can I get some water?" he asked, clearly parched.
"Also," he continued, "I'd suggest implementing the functions and modes we just discussed in batches. There's only a month left until the final exams. I don't know what they'll entail, but there's bound to be some practical training involved."
He glanced at Momo before addressing her father. "So, I think it'd be best to prioritize the main, core functionalities first. That way, Momo can test them during the exams."
Yaoyorozu Manshi nodded thoughtfully, then turned to the young man in the formal suit. "Did you hear that? Do as Kaminari suggested."
"Yes, head of the family," the young man responded with a respectful bow. Afterward, he nodded to both Kaminari and Momo before heading toward the door.
"Hey! Don't forget my water!" Kaminari called after him.
"Got it. Just a moment."
The conference room door closed with a soft thud.
Kaminari turned to Momo, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "By the way, I noticed he called your dad the 'head of the family.' Is he part of the Yaoyorozu family too?"
Momo nodded. "Yes, he's from a collateral branch of the family. Honestly, I don't even know his name."
Kaminari chuckled. "Well, I can't say I'm particularly interested in his name either."
At that moment, Manshi addressed Kaminari with a solemn tone. "Kaminari, I want to thank you for your help today. If there's ever anything you need, and it's within our family's power, we'll make it happen."
Kaminari immediately realized there was more to this than simple gratitude. The Yaoyorozu family wasn't just being polite. They'd likely done a full analysis of him long before today, just like Mitsui Buntais had. This was an investment, an effort to cultivate a strong relationship with him.
Of course, Kaminari understood this. Neither the Yaoyorozu family nor the Mitsui family would ever put all their resources into just one person. But due to his unique circumstances and the personal connections he'd built, it was clear he was someone they both valued.
Kaminari wasn't bothered by this. In fact, he welcomed it. In a world like this, no one could thrive alone. Connections and alliances were essential.
"Thank you, uncle," Kaminari replied with a warm smile, accepting Manshi's goodwill.
After a brief pause, Kaminari spoke again. "There's something I've been wondering about, though. I hope you can clear it up for me."
"Go ahead," Manshi said with an encouraging nod.
"It's about SIS. On the way here, Momo mentioned that the three major countries have been spending heavily on acquiring SIS for decades. That's why its price is so astronomical, right? It's also why I ended up getting targeted back then," Kaminari said, his tone serious. "So, I'm curious, what exactly are these countries doing with SIS?"
Manshi hesitated, his expression conflicted. This wasn't information that was typically shared with outsiders. However, as he looked at Kaminari, the boy who already had a full set of SIS-built equipment, he decided it wouldn't hurt to reveal a little.
"Alright," Manshi said after a moment of thought. "I'll show you a video. You'll understand after watching it. Ebisu."
The virtual Nine-Tails on the conference table vanished, replaced by a high-definition 3D projection.
The scene depicted a sleek black fighter jet soaring through the clear blue sky. Below, the ground was engulfed in chaos—smoke, fire, and destruction stretched as far as the eye could see. It was unmistakably a battlefield, and judging by the scale, it was a massive one.
"This is…" Kaminari's eyes widened in surprise.
"This is Kolkata, India," Manshi explained, his voice grim. "What you're seeing is a conflict between the Indian National Army and the Meta Liberation Army. That fighter jet? It's a reinforcement sent by the US."
"The Meta Liberation Army?" Kaminari repeated, confused. The name was unfamiliar, as was the idea of a single fighter jet being sent as reinforcements. "What difference could one fighter jet possibly make?"
Manshi smiled knowingly. "Keep watching. You'll see why this particular fighter jet is so extraordinary."
Kaminari turned his attention back to the projection, watching more closely this time.
The scene shifted to reveal the two opposing forces. On one side was the Indian National Army, a modern military force equipped with tanks, armored vehicles, and standard-issue firearms.
On the other side was the Meta Liberation Army, a ragtag group of individuals with mismatched clothing and minimal weaponry. However, what they lacked in conventional equipment, they made up for with extraordinary Quirks.
Kaminari watched as members of the Liberation Army used their Quirks to decimate tanks and vehicles with ease. Despite their lack of formal training, they were overwhelming the regular military forces.
"The emergence of Quirks was like a nuclear bomb," Manshi explained. "It shattered India's deeply entrenched caste system. Vaishyas, Shudras, and even slaves who awakened powerful Quirks began to rebel against the Brahmins and Kshatriyas.
"At first, the Indian government was able to suppress them. But then, the Meta Liberation Army appeared. They absorbed these rebels, trained them, and organized them into a formidable force.
"By the time the world realized what was happening, it was too late. The Liberation Army had established a stronghold in India, and their influence began spreading to neighboring regions."
"So that's why US got involved?" Kaminari asked, his tone calm despite the heavy explanation.
"Exactly. The United States government decided to send reinforcements to contain the threat."
"But what does this have to do with SIS?" Kaminari pressed.
Manshi gestured to the projection. "That fighter jet you're watching, it's made entirely of SIS."
"What?!" Kaminari exclaimed, stunned. "An entire fighter jet made of SIS?"
In the video, the jet suddenly dipped into a sharp dive, heading straight for the Liberation Army's forces on the ground.
"Wait, what's it doing? That's a suicide dive!" Kaminari shouted in alarm.
But just as he said this, the jet began to disassemble mid-air. Pieces of its frame shifted and reconfigured, transforming at a speed visible to the naked eye. Within seconds, a towering black robot, about ten meters tall, landed on the battlefield with an earth-shaking crash.
The robot, now equipped with a glowing energy shield, immediately began attacking the Liberation Army with a variety of advanced weaponry.
"Transformers?!" Kaminari blurted out, completely dumbfounded. "No… wait. Considering the situation, it'd be more accurate to call this a 'Sentinel,' right?"
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Chapitre 202: Chapter 201: Iron Guardian!
"Transformers? Sentinels?"
Manshi glanced at Kaminari in surprise before realizing that the boy was referring to the powerful SIS-made robot displayed in the hologram.
"The names you came up with are interesting, but it's a pity—these machines already have official names given by the United States."
"Oh?"
Kaminari raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Even Momo, despite her discomfort at the violent imagery on display, was drawn in by the comment.
"'Iron Guardian,'" Manshi said solemnly.
"The U.S. government has named this class of war machines 'Iron Guardian.' It's a symbolic title, referring to war generals who act as protectors, commanders, and enforcers of authority."
His tone turned heavy as he gestured toward the image of the towering, SIS-made robot on the table. "I have to admit, the name suits them perfectly. When these machines were first deployed, they struck fear not just into opposing forces but into the governments of other nations as well."
"'Iron Guardian' is the series name, right? But each individual unit must have its own designation," Kaminari speculated, his curiosity growing.
Manshi hesitated for a moment before scratching his chin thoughtfully. "You're right, each one has a unique name, but I can't recall the specific names right now."
As a businessman, Manshi didn't delve deeply into military details. The Yaoyorozu family wasn't part of a military-industrial complex like the heavyweights in defense, so the specifics of weapons like this weren't their expertise. All they needed to know was that such terrifying technology existed in the world.
"Allow me to answer," the voice of Ebisu, the artificial intelligence system, interrupted smoothly, emanating from a hidden speaker.
Manshi nodded in approval. "Go ahead."
"This particular 'Iron Guardian' is designated as 'Patton,' after General George S. Patton, one of the most renowned American generals of World War II. His aggressive tactics and unyielding leadership earned him lasting respect and recognition as a brilliant military strategist."
Hearing this, Kaminari rubbed his forehead in exasperation. "Great, now even robots are history lessons," he muttered. But after a moment, he admitted to himself, It's actually kind of fitting… very American.
Turning his attention back to the hologram, Kaminari asked, "By the way, do you know how many 'Iron Guardians' the U.S. has? Or how many exist globally?"
"From the looks of it, these things seem way stronger than most of Japan's top ten Pro Heroes… well, except for All Might," Kaminari commented, his tone half-serious as he observed the robot effortlessly decimating opposition forces with its energy cannons.
"I'd agree," Manshi said with a nod. "In terms of raw destructive power, there's no doubt they surpass the capabilities of most Pro Heroes."
"As for how many the United States has…" Manshi paused, frowning slightly. "It's hard to say. The production of these machines started decades ago, so they've likely built a significant number by now. That being said, sightings and deployments of the 'Iron Guardians' are extremely rare. If I recall correctly, they've only been publicly deployed two or three times."
"Three times, sir," Ebisu interjected again. "And each instance involved a different 'Iron Guardians.' Their names were officially announced as 'Patton,' 'MacArthur,' and 'Sherman,' named after notable American military figures."
"Huh, so they're sticking with famous generals for the names," Kaminari murmured. Guess they're leaning into the theme pretty hard.
He then thought to himself, I wonder if they're planning to create a specific number, like an elite group of 'Iron Guardians.' Or… maybe they already have a full battalion of them.
Manshi's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "As for their strength… I can't say for sure. But I remember hearing from a Mitsubishi Heavy Industries executive years ago that a single 'Iron Guardian' could take on an entire aircraft carrier.
"And if there are two of them? They could go toe-to-toe with a full carrier strike group. That's why countries like Russia have also heavily invested in creating similar technology."
Hearing this, Kaminari's lips pressed into a thin line. "Wait… are you saying Russia also has their own version of 'Iron Guardians'?"
Manshi nodded. "Of course. However, their numbers are far fewer compared to the United States. After all, the U.S. started development nearly a decade earlier than the rest of the world."
"Of course," Manshi added, "other countries don't call their machines 'Iron Guardian.' Each has its own unique naming conventions."
"I see…" Kaminari trailed off, his gaze returning to the holographic display. For some reason, the image of the towering Patton made him think of the Nomu he had encountered during the USJ attack.
Comparing the two, he realized there were some stark differences. In terms of speed, the Nomu was undoubtedly faster than Patton. And with Quirks like shock absorption and super regeneration, the Nomu's durability was nothing to scoff at either.
However, where the Nomu relied on brute force and a few innate abilities, Patton had the advantage of cutting-edge technology. Its energy weapons, impenetrable defensive shields, and high-frequency vibrating sword gave it a level of versatility and sheer destructive power that was hard to match.
Still… I wonder how many hits its shield could take from All Might or a Nomu-level opponent, Kaminari thought.
Manshi's voice broke through his thoughts once again. "Alright, now you understand why SIS is so valuable to the major powers. You need to be cautious moving forward."
His tone was serious, and as he spoke, the lights in the conference room turned back on. The holographic display disappeared, leaving only the table between them.
"Are you saying these major powers might come after me because of my SIS battle suit?" Kaminari asked, frowning. Momo, seated beside him, also looked at her father with concern.
"I can't say for sure," Manshi replied gravely. "Even if the governments themselves don't act, there will always be rogue groups or smaller nations willing to make a trade or worse, try to steal your suit outright."
Manshi paused for emphasis. "You should also be wary of private forces that might want to use your suit as leverage to gain favor with the major powers."
"Including Japan?" Kaminari asked bluntly, his expression darkening.
"No, Japan has no interest in SIS-made robots," Manshi said with a small smile. "For one, the cost-to-benefit ratio simply isn't worth it. And second, our government has been focusing on the development of high-end biological and chemical weapons instead."
"High-end biological weapons…" Kaminari murmured, a troubling thought crossing his mind.
Could the creation of the Nomu be tied to this? Where else could the League of Villains have obtained the resources, technology, and funding necessary to produce something so grotesque and powerful?
Manshi rose from his seat, his tone softening. "Alright, I've said everything that needs to be said. How about staying for dinner? You've been here so many times, but you always leave after studying. Why not stay and enjoy a meal with us for once?"
"Don't rush off today, Kaminari. If you try to leave, I'll call your father and insist!"
"Uh… alright, I'll stay," Kaminari said sheepishly, realizing he couldn't refuse the offer.
"Hahaha! That's more like it!" Manshi laughed heartily, clapping him on the back.
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