“I don’t get it.” Levi leaned back against the bark of the tree he stood by. He’d been skeptical of the Anti-Marleyan Volunteers since the beginning. He’d been watching of them closely, and he couldn’t quite say he trusted any of them as far as he could throw them. He looked you up and down.

“You betray your nation to come here and help us, the island devils? Why? What do you get out of it? Or is there more that you’ve gotten up your sleeve?” He was practically interrogating you while he had you chopping wood. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t do it himself, but he had long determined the Volunteers needed the additional training to build up their strength, especially you.

When he didn’t get an immediate response, he came closer, helping adjust your grip on the axe. “Hold it this way, or you’ll throw your shoulder out.”