From Idler to Tech Tycoon: Earth

They stepped together onto the platform elevator, the metal surface humming to life as it rose through the shaft—soft blue lights casting silhouettes on their faces.

As they ascended, Richard glanced at her. "What about Jack’s armor? He’s probably still expecting something flashy."

Lina tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable as always.

"Sir Jack’s request was... distinct," she said. "His preferences align with historical aesthetics, specifically drawn from the Sengoku Jidai period."

She lifted her hand. A hovering drone zipped overhead, activating a compact projection dome. A holographic model formed between them—glowing lines sketching out sleek plates, curved pauldrons, and a distinctive kabuto-style helmet with sharp ridges.

"I have designated this variant Musashi Mark 1, in honor of Miyamoto Musashi—the sword-saint."

The armor shimmered into a finished render—sleek crimson lacquered plating. Subtle circuit pulses traced the edges like veins of power beneath the steel.

Lina continued, voice formal yet fluid, "The Musashi boasts enhanced agility and neural reaction speed. Durability is moderate, tailored for close-combat precision. The sole ranged weapon is a compact plasma cannon beneath the right forearm, per Sir Jack’s request."

Richard’s grin grew wide. "This guy really went full samurai fantasy."

"Indeed, Sir."

Richard shook his head, amused. "He better start working out. Last I checked, he was stuffing himself with barbecue and sleeping during meetings."