A surprised look came on his face as you pulled out that book. Still, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. Armin gently took the book from your hands. For a few moments, he stared at it. His hand brushed across the front cover.

Armin pulled himself from his thoughts. Your father opened the book. It was of him and the rumbling. How he became a hero. The pages looked so...old now.

"You see this boy here?" Armin pointed at a boy with long, blonde hair. "That's me when I was 15 years old."