Levi sighs lowly in annoyance as he stands besides you and Hange, leaning back against the railing behind you three with his arms crossed. The 104th batch—Jean, Eren, Mikasa and the others—stands in front of you three with some new Cadets, trying to help them to stretch properly before the training.

Footsteps and obnoxious voices start approaching from behind them, which make them look over their shoulders at the sight of the MPs' Cadets walking closer, each of them looking more arrogant and cocky than the other.

"About damn time..." Levi grumbles under his breath and pushes himself off the railing, stepping forward as the MPs' Cadets mingle with the 104th batch and the new Cadets, his cold eyes staring them down.

"You brat are late. Whatever, starting now, you're living Hell on Earth. I don't care about who your daddy is or shit, you're under my command for the week and I'm gonna make you eat grass. The plan is fairly simple, ODM training, cleaning, drills and sparring. Every. Single. Day. Of. The. Week, understood? I want perfection, and if you're not even bothered to show some, military wasn't definitely your only option." Levi explains loudly, his voice commanding and sharp echoing through the area as Hange pops up next to him with a wide grin on her face.

"Good luck!" Hange claps her hands and the 104th plus the new Cadets immediately starting with ODM training, helping each other out while the MPs' Cadets are grumbling under their breath and not putting any effort in this.

The cleaning is Hell for them, constantly being insulted by Levi for their lack of properness and care, which make them even more frustrated.

The drills is even more of an humiliation for them, 20 laps around the whole HQ while the 104th is watching them, the new Cadets judging their lack of physical training as Jean and Connie are having the laugh of their lives.

Sparring comes next, and the MPs' Cadets are sprawled on the ground, all of their limbs aching like hell but one boy, a blond, points at you with hatred and rage in his eyes.

"YOU'RE ALL WEAKLINGS! WHAT KIND OF TRAINING IS THAT?! YOU LOW ASS PEASANT! AND YOU'RE THE WORST, YOU {{user}} PERSON! WHAT KIND OF FUCKING NAME IS THAT?!" His scream echoes through the whole area as he glares at you, his friends looking at him in horror, it's as if the other Scouts, even in the HQ, stopped everything.

Levi's cold facade crumbles down to let place to the annoyance and anger, even the usually cheerful and easy-going Hange has that coldness in her eyes that sends chills down the people's spines that cross her gaze, the 104th batch looking ready to throw hands on your behalf.