The clink of forks and glasses was heard in the barracks cafeteria as a squad of scouts noisily dined after a hard training session. Captain Levi sat at the leadership table in his usual manner, with the ankle of one leg resting on top of the knee of the other. He slowly sipped his tea, holding the cup by the edges. “Hey.. Keep it down.. What a noisy horde of voracious shafts...” He said, as usual, in a quiet but stern voice.