if this was the cost of freedom,
was it really worth it?
the day irene fujiwara left the walls was the day that would change her life and humanity.
ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ x ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ (ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 1-ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ)
(lowercap's are intended. i do N...
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IRENE TRIGGERED the buttons on the fire anchor, hooks attaching to the trees nearby allowing the female to swing into the air. the air felt cold and free as she flew into the air with ease. during the two years of training, her favorite activity was when they were using their 3d maneuvering gear. with her lightweight and petite body frame, she was easily the best at using the gear amongst her classmates.
"irene, don't use too much gas!" she could hear armin scold her, meters behind the girl who showed no signs of slowing down. her eyes observed her surroundings, catching sight of a gray-haired male.
"found one!" she heard him shout. with a small smirk on her lips, the girl swung over to where she had heard him, slipping past the branches of the tall trees. just as the male was about to launch himself towards the neck of the false titan with two swords, with godspeed, irene's arms lifted, her own two swords slashing the neck at the speed of light. as she did so, she heard the sounds of heads colliding into each other.
"hey pipsqueak that was mine!" roared the gray-haired male, landing himself on the body of a tree.
"maybe if you weren't shouting..." mumbled irene, speeding off into another direction.
"oi i heard that!" he shouted, waving a sword in the air as he watched irene's figure grow smaller.
sasha rubbed her aching head, "watch where you're going connie!"
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"kirstein, you're assigned to fujiwara."
with furrowed brows and crossed arms, the male walked over to where the black-haired female stood, twirling the wooden sword between her fingers.
"why am i paired up with you?" grumbled jean, uncrossing his arms to stretch them.
irene raised one of her brows, "you? i have a name."
this was the first time that the pair were assigned to spar with one another. usually, irene was paired with mina carolina, another female who had black hair that was usually tied in low pigtails. she was a cheerful person with a kind spirit. though irene felt bad as their spars usually ended up with mina on the floor and irene unscathed.
"let's just get this over with." jean went into his fighting stance, moving one of his legs behind the other and bending his knees, "it won't take long for me to take the dagger out of your hands,"
irene's facial expression remained stoic as she mimicked jean's pose, holding the wooden dagger right in front of her. with no hesitation, jean took off from his pose with a fist outstretched toward's irene.
