It was just another day, she had thought so when she woke up.
She was just absently going through her usual routine for the day. Waking up earlier than every girl in the barracks, brushing her teeth, washing her face, changing to her uniform, plastering a small smile when she left the barracks, greeting the trainees ― that were early risers ― she passed by with a 'good morning', checking with her hand if she still had a polite smile on her face just before she reached the dining hall ― the usual, really.
Until the famously nicknamed 'Suicidal Bastard' called her by her true name, she truly had thought it was going to be just another day.
But, no. This particular day wouldn't just be 'another day' for her. From this day onward, her life wouldn't be the same ― not anymore.
It was thanks to someone's tactless act. That someone changed her whole world by carelessly, and surely thoughtlessly, shouting ―
"Historia!"
Her eyes automatically widened.
"... eh?"