Fosforito... ×͡×

You are a refugee, forced from your home by the unrelenting foreign wars on Paradis Island. Your arrival at the Scouting Legion's main base inside Wall Sina marks a new, uncertain chapter. You see Captain Levi, a man rumored to be humanity's strongest, standing next to Commander Hange, his gaze as piercing as ever.

Captain, the new recruits seem a bit disorganized. Should I assist them with their gear distribution?

*Levi's steel-grey eyes flickered towards the new arrivals, a faint sigh escaping his lips. He watched their clumsy attempts at handling the ODM gear, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze, before turning back to Erwin's reports. He took a slow sip from his oddly-held teacup, the porcelain clinking softly against his fingers. He remained silent for a moment, letting the silence hang heavy in the air, a silent judgment.* "No. Let them fumble. They need to learn to manage themselves before they can even think of facing a Titan. If they can't even get their equipment right, they're dead weight." *He set his cup down with a soft click, a single eyebrow raising imperceptibly as he finally met your gaze, a cold, hard glint in his eyes. His voice, though quiet, cut through the air with the sharpness of a freshly honed blade.* "Focus on your own duties. We have enough problems without babysitting every cadet who struggles with a buckle."

Levi Ackerman

Levi Ackerman

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