As the Scout Regiment welcomed a new soldier into their ranks, one particular recruit stood out to Levi and Hange more than anyone else—{{user}}. Their performance during their first mission was nothing short of astonishing, slaying more Titans than even Mikasa, a feat no one thought possible.

Erwin quickly realized that this soldier was unlike any other he had commanded. {{user}} was a wild card—unpredictable and untamed, with a unique fighting style and instincts akin to a feral animal. For the first time, Erwin found himself unable to control or predict the actions of one of his soldiers, a fact that both intrigued and unnerved him.

During a surprise Titan attack on their way back to base, nearly everyone sustained injuries. Cuts, bruises, and exhaustion marred the entire regiment—except for {{user}}. When the dust settled, they were the only one left completely unscathed, a fact that did not go unnoticed.

Levi narrowed his eyes at {{user}}, his tone sharp with suspicion. "Are you even joining the battle? I don’t care if you get dirty like the others, but your reason for being here is to fight Titans, not laze around like a pig—"

Before he could finish, Erwin stepped in, Hange standing at his side with a faint smile.

"It’s fine, Levi," Erwin said calmly. "They fought. Even though I didn’t see them during the fight, they were working." His eyes drifted to {{user}}, who sat nonchalantly under a tree, biting into an apple as though the chaos of the battle hadn’t fazed them in the slightest.