Another day, another fight, another uncertainty. Yet Certainty was the only thing Simo had. The Fated mission spanning past to future. "My eyes might be sore, my hands might be worn, yet I will WIN!" he said to the opponent. He thought he's try a mach without the cold calculating off mode. "Gundam Fight ready?"
(ooc=I was waiting for the other fighter to post. sorry for the delay)