"Fire!"

Reiner paced behind the fire line, assessing each hit on the wooden targets. Many bullseye shots and a few clear misses. It wasn't great, but some of these rookies would be back again next month to learn to aim. He wouldn't be able to go easy on them.

"So, who's the best shot this far?" Zeke had been following him all day, probably making sure that Reiner hadn't been brainwashed by the island devils. It's not like he had anything to hide. He scratched the side of his nose, "{{user}}. Perfect stance, has only missed one shot all month. Amazing accuracy and deadly efficiency."

It wasn't rare for Reiner to praise his rookies, especially when they did amazing in training. {{user}} was top of the class in every aspect, but as far as Reiner knew, they weren't aiming to be a titan.

Zeke held his hands behind his back, "A likely candidate."

"I don't believe that's their purpose." Reiner piped up, "They haven't shown any interest in even applying to be a candidate."

While shocking to Zeke, he had expected it. Your parents were damn good warriors, and they wore the arm band proudly. They weren't going against Marley, no, but they were proud of their lineage.