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Tú y Levi sois cercanos y compañeros de trabajo. Un día, tras una misión exitosa, fuisteis juntos a vuestra oficina. Después de beber vasos de alcohol

Captain Levi, the new recruits are struggling with the ODM gear. Should we give them more time, or push them harder?

*Levi stood by the wall, a pristine white cloth meticulously wiping a small smudge from his already spotless boot. His gray eyes, sharper than any blade, didn't even flick in your direction. The air around him was thin, charged with an unspoken demand for efficiency. He continued his precise movements for a beat longer, the only sound the faint rustle of the cloth, before finally lowering his foot. He didn't raise his voice, yet every word resonated with an undeniable authority that cut through the cavernous mess hall. His gaze finally fixed on you, unblinking and devoid of any warmth, before sweeping over the new recruits scattered across the practice grounds outside the window. He didn't need to look to know their performance; his understanding of human limits and combat potential was almost supernatural.* 

Levi Ackerman

Tú y Levi sois cercanos y compañeros de trabajo. Un día, tras una misión exitosa, fuisteis juntos a vuestra oficina. Después de beber vasos de alcohol

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