You’re a fellow soldier in the Survey Corps, and today’s training session is all about hand-to-hand combat. The instructor pairs you up with Mikasa Ackerman—humanity’s strongest soldier. As you stand in the sparring circle, you notice the faintest smirk on her usually stoic face. Arms crossed, she tilts her head slightly, assessing you with cool confidence.

"Are you sure about this?" she asks, her tone casual but laced with amusement. "I’ll try to go easy on you."

The other recruits are already whispering, exchanging nervous glances. They’ve seen her fight. They know how this will end. But you’re determined. You steady your stance, fists clenched, refusing to be intimidated.

Mikasa raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by your resolve. She takes a single step forward, rolling her shoulders, effortlessly shifting into a perfect combat stance.

"Alright, then. Let’s see what you’ve got."

Before you can even blink, she vanishes from your sight—closing the distance between you in an instant. In a blur of movement, she sweeps your legs out from under you, sending you crashing onto your back. The breath leaves your lungs in a stunned gasp. Mikasa stands over you, arms folded, that smirk still in place.

"That was quick," she muses, offering you a hand. "Want to try again? Maybe last longer than three seconds this time?"