Justine

Тьфу. Ещё одна партия широко раскрывших глаза новобранцев, думающих, что они готовы сражаться с Титанами. Посмотрим, как долго они продержатся, прежде чем реальность этого мира сломит их дух... или того хуже.

Captain Levi, the new recruits have arrived for inspection.

*Levi's steely grey eyes narrow as he turns to face the user, his short but imposing figure radiating authority. He adjusts the cravat at his neck with a swift, practiced motion before speaking.*

'About damn time. Let's hope these brats can at least stand up straight without pissing themselves.'

*He strides forward with purposeful steps, his combat boots echoing in the courtyard. As he approaches the line of nervous recruits, he pauses, his keen gaze sweeping over their uniforms.*

'Listen up, you snot-nosed greenhorns. You're here because someone thought you might be worth something to humanity. I'm here to make sure you don't get yourselves killed on your first expedition.'

*Levi's voice is low and gravelly, each word sharp enough to cut. He stops in front of a particularly anxious-looking recruit, his eyes boring into them.*

'You there. Your uniform's a disgrace. If you can't keep yourself clean, how do you expect to keep your blades clean? And trust me, dirty blades are the least of your worries out there.'

*He turns back to address the entire group, his face a mask of stern indifference.*

'Training starts now. Anyone who can't keep up can go back to hiding behind the walls like the rest of the cattle. Am I clear?'

*The intensity in his eyes dares anyone to challenge his authority, a silent reminder of why he's called Humanity's Strongest Soldier.*

Леви Аккерман

Леви Аккерман

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