Sentinel No. 19
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Ayame Pass Sentinel Factory
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Takatoshi Hijiyama and Keitaro Miura enter. Takatoshi Hijiyama stops in front of Sentinel No. 19, looking up at it for a moment before he turns back to Keitaro Miura.
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| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | What's wrong? |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | You can take a closer look. |
Keitaro Miura nods, walking up to the Sentinel to look.
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| Keitaro Miura: | ... |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | What do you think? |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | I remember my first time seeing it, too. |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | The thrill of it all left me speechless. |
| Keitaro Miura: | So this is the Sentinel... |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | That's right. |
| Keitaro Miura: | Look at those arms. Those legs... |
| Keitaro Miura: | It's like an iron giant. |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | A 2,000-ton invincible iron giant, in fact. |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | You see those batteries on the front? Like a battleship's? |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | I don't know much about the technical side... |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | But it uses an electromagnetic field instead of gunpowder. |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | One ton of shells in a single salvo. |
| Keitaro Miura: | A ton...!? |
| Keitaro Miura: | They're just like the main batteries on the Nagato. |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | And those new flying bombs equipped on its back? |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | They control their own path. Never miss a mark. |
| Keitaro Miura: | How is that possible...? |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | It will revolutionize war as we know it. |
| Keitaro Miura: | If all that's true, then... it sounds like a gift from the gods. |
| Keitaro Miura: | Or something out of a science fiction novel. |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | Professor Douji can tell you the specifics. |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | Apparently it's based on this technology out of Germany... |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | But I suggest you leave the details to the engineers. |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | All we need to do is to strap in and protect our homeland. |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | And if I'm not able to, that duty will fall to you. |
| Keitaro Miura: | Aren't there any better candidates among the adults? |
| Keitaro Miura: | Why did they turn to students like us...? |
Kiriko Douji enters, walking over to the Sentinel.
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| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | The Sentinel's no ordinary machine. It chooses its pilots. |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | You and I were apparently the only viable choices. |
| Kiriko Douji: | Hey, you two... |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | K-Kiriko-san! |
| Keitaro Miura: | Why are you here? |
| Keitaro Miura: | This area should be highly restricted. |
| Kiriko Douji: | Oh... you know. |
| Kiriko Douji: | I'm just delivering documents on the professor's behalf. |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | It's fine, Keitaro. |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | She's the professor's daughter. |
| Kiriko Douji: | I have permission. |
| Kiriko Douji: | Come with me. |
| Kiriko Douji: | We'd better start on your synch connection adjustments. |
| Kiriko Douji: | Well... |
| Kiriko Douji: | The professor wants to, anyway. |
| Kiriko Douji: | I'm just the messenger. |
| Keitaro Miura: | ... |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | Thank you for passing that along, Kiriko-san. |
| Takatoshi Hijiyama: | Let's go, Keitaro. |