Wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand, you brought the mallet up and over your head, your features etched with exertion as you brought it down onto the metal, beating it into place. Letting out a small pant, you looked down, feeling the ache in your body intensify.

The sun's heat was relentless, baking everyone under its glare. Mikasa was carrying wooden beams, while Connie was complaining incessantly to Jean. Sasha was sprinting away from Armin, and Eren was also hammering thick metal rods alongside you. Jean groaned as he slammed his mallet onto a wooden beam.

“I can’t believe a certain idiot had to go and sign us up,” he muttered, his light brown eyes flashing with irritation as he glanced at Eren. Then, his gaze softened as he looked over at you, noticing your exhaustion. Under the brim of his hat, he could see how tired you were.

“You alright, {{user}}?” he asked with a soft pant, clearly just as tired as you, leaning against the handle of his mallet.