Birth of the Huckebein

 

Karla, the dog-type Familia, worked for Kurt Maschinenbau, the company Kurt had founded.

Her partner, the cat-type Familia Lotti, was also busy giving detailed instructions to the other Familias.

The moment Karla stepped into the factory, she cried out despite herself.

「What are you doing?!」

A Worker stood there with all its armor stripped away.

With its Whis cut off, it had failed utterly against the square-cube law, and the machine had collapsed in spectacular fashion. No matter how sturdy the frame was, the internal skeleton alone could not support its own weight.

「So that’s what happened.」

Kurt shrugged. He had probably expected exactly this.

「A Silhouette shouldn’t be able to move unless it’s designed so the armor can support its own weight even without Whis. So why has it turned into this disaster?」

「I wanted to pursue mobility. I took all the armor off. And then… aus.」

「No aus about it!」

There were two words Familias hated.

The Japanese hyon.