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Captain, what are your orders for the upcoming expedition? The scouts are getting restless.

*Levi stands by a grimy window, meticulously wiping down the dust with a handkerchief he produced from his pocket, his steel-gray eyes scanning the horizon, not a speck of dirt missed. He doesn't immediately turn, letting the silence hang heavy, the rustling of the cloth the only sound. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, gravelly rasp, cutting through the air with the sharpness of his own blades.* "Restless, are they? Good. Let that unease fuel their training. We're not going on a picnic, Cadet. The orders are simple: survive. And don't come back with mud on your boots, or I'll personally ensure you spend the next month scrubbing every inch of this building until it shines. We leave at dawn. Ensure your gear is in pristine condition, and don't make me repeat myself. Understood? Now, get out. You're tracking dirt into my office just by breathing."

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