Chapter 98 All the big names

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Lila's parents stared her down, their expressions unreadable but heavy with expectation. She swallowed, taking a breath before speaking. "Why are you here? Were you invited?" Neither of them answered her. Instead, their sharp, discerning gazes shifted toward Noah, sizing him up with barely concealed disapproval. The scrutiny was suffocating, as if his very presence was offensive to them. Then, her mother—tall, poised, and every bit the aristocrat—lifted a manicured hand and gestured toward him. "Does your... friend not know the proper way to greet?" she asked, her tone drenched in condescension. It was then that Noah finally snapped back to reality. For a moment, he had been too shocked to process what was happening. Lila's parents were here. Not that he ever looked down on Lila—no, that wasn't it—but he just never thought of her like that. For her parents to be invited to an event like this, it meant they had to be highly ranked figures in society. Lila cleared her throat, shifting slightly before looking at him, then back at her parents. "This is Noah Eclipse," she said, her voice measured. "Noah, these are my parents." Noah straightened, offering a polite nod. "It's a pleasure to meet you both," he said, extending a hand toward her father. The man before him was broad-shouldered, his frame accentuated by the fine cut of his expensive suit. A well-groomed mustache sat above his pursed lips, giving him a permanent look of disapproval. His dark eyes flickered down to Noah's outstretched hand before, after a brief pause, shaking it with an air of obligation rather than courtesy. Lila's mother, a statuesque brunette, simply nodded, her forced smile not quite reaching her eyes. It made Noah briefly wonder where Lila got her blonde hair from. The tension was thick, the air between them laced with unspoken judgment. Well, whatever this was, he wanted no part of it. He had already been on his way out before they arrived, so he politely excused himself. "I was just leaving. It was nice meeting you both," he said before stepping away. As soon as he disappeared into the gathering crowd, the carefully restrained expressions on her parents' faces dropped. Her father's scowl deepened. "And here I was hoping I had misheard." Lila tensed. "So," she tried again, her voice softer this time. "Why didn't anyone tell me you were coming?" Her father let out a low, humorless chuckle. "Why? So you could cover up your shameful act of gallivanting with nobodies?" His words dripped with disdain. "Because surely, the boy's name didn't ring any bells." Lila bowed her head, saying nothing. Her mother sighed, shaking her head slightly. "After this event, we'll need to have a talk about your... life choices." With that, both parents turned and walked off, leaving Lila standing there—thoroughly embarrassed, thoroughly ashamed. But she refused to let it show. Straightening her posture, she quickly glanced around to see if anyone had been watching. Her eyes searched for Noah, but he was already gone, swallowed up by the crowd. Noah found Kelvin exactly where he expected—tucked away in a corner, leaning casually on his cane with that knowing smirk of his. The way his friend's eyes sparkled told Noah he'd witnessed the entire exchange.@@@@ Supreme General Commander of the Earth's Arc Defense Force" Owen lowered the letter slowly, letting the words sink in. The silence in the room was deafening. Even the usual whispers had died down as the reality of their situation settled over everyone. Owen stepped back from the podium, letting the General's words hang in the air for a moment. Then he moved forward, gripping both sides of the podium as he surveyed the crowd. "You know," he started, voice low but carrying, "when I was your age, someone asked me why I chose to fight. Back then, I gave them some textbook answer about honor and duty." He shook his head, a slight smile playing at his lips. "I was wrong." He stepped around the podium, moving to the edge of the stage. "We don't fight because of some abstract concept of duty. We don't fight for medals or accolades or to see our names in history books. We fight because right now, on a colony sixteen light years from Earth, a little girl born of both serving parents who has never been to her parent world is looking up at the stars, dreaming about what she'll be when she grows up. We fight because in the Green crown settlement, farmers are planning next season's crop. We fight because on Mars Base One, scientists are developing cures for diseases we haven't even encountered yet." His voice rose steadily, passion bleeding into every word. "Look around you! Look at the person standing next to you! That's why we fight! Because humanity... humanity doesn't just survive, we THRIVE! We shoot for the stars and they fall in our hands. We are soldiers, we don't miss!" A few cheers erupted from the crowd. Owen's eyes blazed. "The Harbingers? They think they can break us. They think if they hit us hard enough, if they take enough from us, we'll bow our heads and accept extinction. But they don't know us. They don't know that every time they knock us down, we get back up STRONGER!" More cheers now, scattered applause. "You're not just students anymore. You're not just cadets. You are humanity's answer to every threat that dares to challenge our right to exist! When the Harbingers attack our colonies, YOU will be the shield! When they threaten our people, YOU will be the sword!" The crowd was fully engaged now, energy rising through the room. "They call us fragile. They call us weak. But I've seen what you can do. I've watched you train until your bones ached. I've seen you solve problems that seemed impossible. I have seen the reports from Cannadah! I've witnessed you forge bonds stronger than steel with your fellow cadets. And I know - I KNOW - that when the time comes, you will show them exactly what humanity is capable of!" The room erupted in cheers. Students were on their feet, some punching the air, others clasping hands with their neighbors. "So when the Supreme General asks if you're ready?" Owen's voice cut through the noise, "I want him to hear your answer from here to the Arc itself! ARE YOU READY?" The response was deafening. Even some of the normally reserved parents and faculty joined in the thunderous affirmative that shook the hall. Owen let the roar wash over him for a moment before raising his hand for quiet. When the room finally settled, his expression shifted to something more measured, but his eyes still burned with intensity. "That's what I thought," he said softly, pride evident in his voice. "And that's why, no matter what comes next, I know we will prevail." When the applause died down, Owen's serious expression gave way to something lighter. "But as always, we follow darkness with light. Tonight, we have someone very special joining us." He gestured toward the side of the stage. "Please welcome, Mr. Web Pithon!" The crowd erupted. Noah watched as people craned their necks, trying to get a better view. The Pithon family name was legendary—their combat gear inventions had saved countless lives in the war against the Harbingers. But when Noah turned to share in the excitement with Kelvin, he found his friend's face drained of color, eyes wide with disbelief. "He came?!" Kelvin whispered, the words barely audible over the continued applause. Noah had never seen that look on Kelvin's face before. Not on Cannadah, not during their worst scrapes. It was the look of someone who'd just seen a ghost.

Chapter 98 All the big names

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