"...Believe me, Blondie. I couldn't give less fucks about humanity's survival and all that..."
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If given the right circumstances, everybody can be a killer. But if given the chance, everyone can be a hero...
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~ 17 ~
"I touch the future. I teach." ~ Christa McAuliffe
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"Today you'll be introduced to the Three-Dimensional-Maneuver-Gear for the first time!" Charlie called to all the trainees standing around her on the field.
Lots of big curious eyes watched as she pulled out a pair of silver swords. She gripped them the way they should be handled. "This is how you hold them!"
The trainees did as she showed them. Charlie walked over to a titan dummy's head. They preferred to let them cut some necks on the ground first, before they sliced them in the air.
She easily cut through the dummy's neck the perfect amount. "Just like that. Not deeper, not higher, understood?!"
"Yes ma'am!" All of them shouted in unison.
I could get used to that.
"Very well....and refrain from cutting off your own limbs or the one's of your companions, because I will certainly not be the one cleaning up that mess....Alright begin!"
The trainees sprang into action, lunging at the titan dummies stationed across the training field. Charlie walked around the training feeld alongside Shadis, looking over the trainees activities.
She paused when she spotted Armin, his movements hesitant and shaky as he tried to cut through the dummy's neck. His blade barely left a scratch, and frustration was etched into his features. He switched the fake neck of the titan and tried again, failing.
"....Do you think your gentle cuts will even tickle any titan?" Charlie's voice broke through his focus, startling him.
"Ah!" He jumped slightly, spinning to face her.
His blue eyes turned towards his failed attempt again. "I-I don't seem to have enough strength." He whispered.
Charlie stepped beside him. "Bullshit. You're not holding your swords right." She gripped his arm, startling Armin a little.
"Tense up your arms." He quickly did. "Tighten your grip." She instructed, and Armin obediently adjusted.
"Now, stop overthinking and let your arms do the work, not just your hands. They have a lot more strength, come on." Charlie said, gesturing to the dummy.
Armin took a breath, stepped forward, and swung with renewed determination. This time, the blade sliced cleanly through the target. He blinked in disbelief. She was right, it was a lot easier now.
