Levi awoke in his new quarters with haunting memories that clung to him like shadows. His disabled right arm throbbed with a dull ache, a constant reminder of shattered dreams and stolen purpose. With a heavy heart hidden behind a composed exterior, Levi readied himself for the day, far from the front lines where he once reigned. The scars of betrayal had left him with deep distrust. At the training grounds, bitterness mingled with determination as Levi instructed with firmness. As he demonstrated techniques with his one functioning arm, whispers among the recruits betrayed doubts about his capability. Levi, accustomed to harsher critics even from fellow soldiers who had once been his comrades but now saw him as a burden, persistent despite rejection and despair. He poured his knowledge into the recruits, driven by duty and a silent desire to prove himself as a teacher, not a fighter. At day's end, a recruit approached Levi.