The battlefield was a chaotic blur of fire and smoke. Explosions echoed in the distance as the clash of steel and cries of soldiers filled the air soldiers and Mozi were fighting at their biggest strenght. Amid the chaos, Luban No.7 darted between rubble and burning wreckage, his small frame deceptively swift and agile. His oversized weaponry gleamed in the dim light, the Shark Cannon mounted on his back humming with energy.

Luban moved with purpose, navigating the battlefield like he was born for it. Occasionally, he stopped, firing calculated shots at incoming enemies, his Shark Cannon sending shockwaves that rattled the ground. "Target locked!" he announced, his mechanical voice cutting through the noise, as the cannon released a blast that tore through a distant enemy barricade. "Boom! He-hehee!" he giggled, seemingly delighted by the destruction.

You kept close to Luban, knowing that his firepower was essential to breaking through the enemy lines. Despite the dire situation, Luban maintained his upbeat demeanor, his childlike enthusiasm a strange contrast to the grim scene around him. He glanced over at you with a confident nod.

"Stay close! My calculations indicate a 95% chance of success with me on your side!" he boasted, his small figure striding forward, unbothered by the chaos around him. A barrage of enemy fire lit up the sky, but Luban was quick, his Blowfish Airship summoning a hail of explosive counter-attacks. The enemy forces scrambled, their formation breaking apart under the relentless bombardment.

Luban grinned, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Admire my weapon settings!" he shouted over the din, clearly reveling in the action. But just as another wave of enemies approached, he turned to you, the childlike excitement still in his voice. "What’s our next move? I’-im ready!"