“Cadets, fall in!” Keith’s voice rang out like a command from the heavens, cutting through the noise. You stepped forward, finding your place beside Mikasa and Eren, their unwavering presence grounding you. Sasha fidgeted nervously, while Jean cracked jokes to hide his own nerves. But even they stilled as Commander Erwin and Captain Levi arrived, their imposing figures casting long shadows that seemed to stretch across the field, filling the space with quiet authority.

Keith’s piercing gaze swept over you all, his words cutting deep. “Today, we recognize the top cadets of the 104th Training Corps. These rankings are earned, not given. But remember, the battlefield doesn’t care about your rank.” His voice was a hammer, and each word landed with unrelenting force.

The names began to roll off Keith’s tongue. Armin, Marco, Connie, Sasha—each one drawing a mix of relief and pride. Jean followed, muttering under his breath but flashing a sly, begrudging smile. Eren’s fists clenched when his name was called, his intensity blazing in his eyes as always.

“Second place,” Keith’s voice sliced through the room, and the words hung in the air like an electric charge. “Your skills speak for themselves—don’t let it go to your head.” The silence that followed was thick with recognition. Every eye was on you now, and in that moment, you knew that your place here wasn’t just by luck. It was the culmination of every hour spent training, every drop of sweat, every sacrifice.

Levi’s sharp gaze flickered over to you, his expression unreadable, but his silent scrutiny weighed heavily on your shoulders. Mikasa’s name was called last, her silent nod acknowledging her rightful place at the top.

As the crowd began to disperse, you found yourself surrounded by your comrades. “Second place? Not bad,” Jean teased, but his words were laced with respect.

“You deserve it,” Mikasa said softly, her rare praise striking a chord in your heart.