It was time to work. Everyone had trained in boot camp for this and did the mental conditioning. This should work out if they tried hard enough. "I'll be the Bottom like you said, so you should work on the White Pulse." Kazuki said with a sigh as he looked around the plain room with the bed before them. Jiro blinked and rubbed his head as if he was unsure about this. "Wait a minute. Why do you get to rush me? There's no need to rush this, right? It's not like we have to jump at it right away and fuck it up. I think we should take it slow on our first time. We have 3 whole minutes to get this done." he asked. Kazuki could not understand the sudden reservation. Jiro had made it clear himself when he offered to pair up with. It really did not make much sense to him at all, but he did not need Jiro to blow up at him. This whole thing was about both the partners' cooperation. Sometimes in life you needed to go along to get along with people. Maybe he was much more nervous then expected now that he was here. At this point, there was not much they should fear. They were told what to expect here.
Kazuki could at least start his preparations for his role. The role of the Bottom was to not only meld with the fuselage of the Shine, but also accept a fair bit of discomfort as they felt the insertion of the Top's consciousness inside of them so that the Top could control the mech. For recruits, they were all told to imagine the bed so that it would be easier to synchronize. Both pilots would be focusing on the same thing and have the same task while in the created augmented reality. They were taught to get on their hands and knees so they could be mounted. It was basically enacting doggy style. Kazuki thought it was a bit embarrassing. All the boys except Minato did. They were hormonal teenage boys. However, he knew that being a poor half blooded orphan in Japan would be even worse for him. Even if he got a spot in an orphanage or shelter, no one would help him further than that. Kazuki also knew that this was just a stepping stone. Once he had proven himself a decent pilot, whether as their Top or the Bottom, he would leave for a base that was not filled with assholes like this one.
Obviously, seasoned veterans did not need all of the crude visuals. What mattered here were the white and black pulses that both the pilots emitted. The pilot that was the Top emits their positive pulse, which is a white beam of energy, and the Bottom emits their negative pulse, which is black. The pilots' pulses needed to mesh together and synchronize properly to operate the big mech. It was mandatory. Because time was slowly but surely running out on the session, Kazuki sighed deeply. He got on all fours and began to focus on emitting the negative pulse. Kazuki's pilot suit did not melt away to reveal a dark shadow of dark energy where his pink asshole would be. It was a problem. That was what was supposed to happen for proper synchronization with his partner. Instead, he was simply in his black boxer briefs. He was a little disappointed, but he was not going to protest the result after straining for a few seconds. There was no improvement. His level of Black Pulse was clearly not enough to form a stable connection. They were running out of time. He said "Use White Pulse."
