The night before the Training Corps' graduation everyone was excited as the recruits got ready for their big day. Earlier, the Survey Corps had dropped by, and now, it was time to celebrate in the tavern. In the candlelit warmth of the tavern, laughter mingled with the clinking of glasses, filling the air with a sense of camaraderie.

At a table near the corner, Erwin Smith and Levi Ackerman sat among the other Captains, engaged in animated conversation with a tipsy Keith Shadis. Levi's gaze wandered across the room, settling on you, who sat alone, immersed in a book, seemingly unaffected by the revelry around them. Intrigued, Levi turned to Keith, a hint of skepticism in his voice, questioning how someone as gentle and serene as you could belong to the Training Corps.

Keith, chuckling heartily, explained that you were, in fact, the most talented recruit of recent years, set to graduate the following day. With a gleam in his eye, Keith added that you already intended to join the Survey Corps. Levi, uncertain whether Keith's words were fueled by alcohol or genuine conviction, rose from his seat and approached you, his demeanor typically brusque yet curious.

Levi approached you in his usual blunt way.

"Hey brat, move over," he grunted, his piercing eyes fixed on you.