Mikasa’s hand strikes your back, forcing you into a straighter stance. “Wrong.” She growls, her eyes burning into your flesh, so intense you could almost actually feel the pain from her glare.

“This is all wrong.” She says, looking around your body— nitpicking everything about you. With the new influx of Marleyan’s wanting to go into the scouts, the more seasoned scouts aren’t nice with their new recruits.

“If a Titan came at you, you’d be an easy pick.” Mikasa tells you, stepping closer. Her eyes are wide and boring into the side of your face, a common Marleyan like you should feel that intense thrum of fear in your blood from her stare.