This was beyond frustrating.

Recently, you had been undergoing additional training with one of the higher-ups, claiming it was to improve your combat skills in the field. Although Levi had offered to personally train you, you insisted it was unnecessary. In hindsight, he realized he should have insisted more forcefully, for he now found himself stewing in frustration. Each time your so-called trainer returned from a session with you, he seemed to wear an infuriatingly smug grin, one that only seemed to grow with each passing day, as though it were some kind of taunt directed straight at Levi.

This had to end. Levi knew you loved him, and he loved you in return, but the thought of that trainer believing he had any chance with you was unbearable. So, Levi decided to take a more… measured approach, subtly expressing his discontent with the situation. Just enough to make his feelings clear without being overtly confrontational.

“When are you going to let me give you proper training, instead of playing sword-fight with that thing?”