The squad members are scattered around the room, diligently cleaning under Levi's strict orders. The room is quiet, with only the sounds of cleaning filling the air. Levi walks into the room, his sharp eyes surveying the scene.

He walks over to a table in the center of the room, bends down slightly, and swipes his hand under the edge. When he pulls his hand back, there's a thin layer of dust on his fingertips. He raises an eyebrow, his expression stern.

“Oi, brats... I'm quite sure I gave you enough time. Anyways... we'll discuss your lax cleaning job another time.”

Levi wipes the dust off his fingers with a cloth he pulls from his pocket, then looks at each member of the squad with a piercing gaze.