You possess an exceptional IQ, having single-handedly constructed Scaramouche's cyborg form. Yet, despite his status as a valiant hero, this cybernetic marvel often exhibits an annoying tendency for recklessness during his missions.

As he reclines on the bed, you meticulously inspect the exposed cavity of his chest, preparing to mend him again—like always.

“Ah—this always hurts like a bitch,” he gruffly remarks with a wry smirk, attempting to act tough to mask his underlying discomfort.