Together, we heal | Levi Ackerman

༅ 2. The Return Of The Scouts

The Return of the Scouts

Year 848

"Walls, sweet, walls!"

Section Commander, Hange Zoe, yawned whilst stretching her arms right above her head as the Scout Regiment were about to enter the gate of the wall leading into the town of Trost.

"Keep it down, Zoe," grouched Oluo, who was trying his best to keep his eyes open after the whole expedition band rode through the crack of dawn in the Titan territory. "You've been nothing but a pain in the ass all through the night."

"I was not!" The brown-haired woman screeched in defense, before turning to her trusted assistant. "Moblit, do tell him. I didn't cause much trouble, right?"

However, Moblit's attention -- or lack thereof -- was somewhere else. The prim-looking, yet sleep-deprived, soldier was absentmindedly riding on his horse as he ogled at the sight of the walls to which that holds the prospect of getting some sleep in his soft mattress back at the headquarters.

"Moblit!"

"Y-yes, Squad Leader!" Moblit finally snapped out of his yearning for rest, nearly falling off his horse at the volume of Hange's voice.

"I was behaving all throughout, right? RIGHT?"

"Uhhh," The poor assistant had no way of confirming since he, too, was bothered by his Squad Leader wailing about capturing alive Titans for experiments during their whole venture back to the city. No one wanted to listen to her but that only worsened Hange's wailing, and begging for the Commander to have her "revolutionary" proposal approved. "Y-you were making quite a scene back there..."

"WHAT?!"

At this point, every soldier in the expedition group has mastered the art of desensitizing themselves from the constant outcries of the peculiar scientist. Now, Hange was flailing her hands around as she demanded more for an opportunity to develop her experiments. Even her poor horse was now beginning to get spooked from its own rider who just wouldn't stop moving around.

"Oy, Four Eyes,"

A voice so gruff bellowed from behind. "Shut the hell up already."

Hange's eyes bulged, looking betrayed by one of her most trusted comrades. She turned her head, and pointed an accusing finger at the speaker, "You should be supporting me, you know!"

"Tsk," The man with his signature grim stare retorted back. "And risk more of our men's lives? Woman, do you even use your damn common sense?"

"Oh, boo-hoo, Levi!" Hange stuck out her tongue at him like an immature kid who didn't get the candy she was promised.

She may have been immature, but she wasn't dumb as people would commonly deem her. She was constantly frustrated how men around her just wouldn't listen to the potential of her hard work. People thought she was just wasting her late nights tinkering with whatever she can experiment on, not knowing that she was growing even more desperate to save humanity. She didn't do experiments out of just a mere hobby; she wanted truth. The truth that is the key to put an end to the Titans once and for all.

But, sadly, men just don't seem to care because apparently, fighting is a better option than knowing, right? Expand human territories, dispatch Titans, reclaim the now fallen Wall Maria -- all men do is just take, and take.

Levi could only drag his fingers through his hair in exasperation. He looked up to see the sun at its peak, and the heat now grazing his pale skin. It was fortunate how they haven't spotted a hoard of Titans all the way back with this amount of sunlight. Not that he wanted to deal with any Titans right now, after spending the whole night getting rid of them in the forest.