Hello there. This is the english version of my story "the last knight". I'll publish every chapter every two days from now.
I decided traslate de original story because my first intention was write it in englihs, but my english is not so good and I would have taken too much time to finish it.
This story is based in the game Attack on Titan 2, but with a lot of ideas from my mind. The events will follow the canon but the OC is going to do more for the plot in this case; in the game the character did not anything important for the plot even when in the cutscenes everybody love him/her.
"Desperate, I will crawl waiting for so long. No love, there is no love. Die for anyone, What I have become?"
-Breaking Benjamin.
Chapter 1: The Diary of a Soldier.
POV First person.
Many people claimed that life was beautiful, others claimed that it was a disgrace, and a few saw everything in shades of gray. Life takes more than it gives, no matter how little you have or how big your wealth is, your debt to life will always be in the red.
When you are a child you do not know that, you see life with total innocence, hoping for the best of all people without knowing that a person who smiles at you may be the same as a knife in your heart.
Even being locked up like cattle, a child can become happy only with innocence. And that was my case.
My name is Faraday Furorem, and I am writing my own odyssey for hell.
I was born and grew up in the Shiganshina district until I was 10 years old. Until that fateful day.
I always liked the celebrations; with my young mind I saw in life an opportunity to make sense of nonsense, so celebrating the day when you come to the world for me was to celebrate an opportunity. I liked most of the children, being polite and friendly at all times. I attended the only decent school in the district, which my parents paid with the sweat of their brow and I rewarded them with my own sweat. I made an effort to get perfect notes, not only for my parents but also for me, since I have a very big pride.
It was the first of March of the year 845, my 10th birthday. I expected it to be like any birthday, and so it was for most of the day, until the evening came.
I was having fun with some friends running around the streets, when a rough sound as if a lightning bolt had just fallen made us stop. We look towards those walls that were our prison and our salvation, there was smoke behind it. All humanity trembled at the sight of a giant hand and a head sticking out of it. It was a titan, a titan of 50 meters, just the height of the wall. He was a colossal titan.
I did not know how to react, it was assumed that the titans, at most, could exceed 18 meters. But there it was, the enemy of humanity made us feel like ants once more.
And that was not the worst of it. We would feel like prisoners.
My mind awoke to hear the deafening crack of the wall breaking. That colossal titan had kicked the entrance to the wall, sending a large amount of giant debris into the air.
I did not know more about my companions when I started running, as fast as my legs could. I soon collided with a person and fell to the floor. In that small moment of fear my parents: Michael and Gaia arrived worried. When I saw them I felt relief, but that feeling of comfort was not going to last a minute.
My father took my hand and the three of us started running, but a second rumble caught our attention; and in what seemed to me an eternity, but in reality they were nanoseconds, a gigantic stone was coming towards us. But my father managed to push me. Due to the impact I lost consciousness for a few seconds, and when I opened my eyes, all I saw was a rock with blood under it. I had no time for mourning when a soldier of the garrison troops took my hand and took me to the boat. I took one last look back and saw it: the battleship titan, expelling hot steam from its jaws.
Contradictorily, that was the coldest day of my life.
Our main defense had betrayed us. Mankind remembered how insignificant they were with respect to their predators. I learned that life was frivolous and indifferent.
Already in the boat, still shaking and shocked by the death of the most precious people in my life, the raging cry of a boy of my age caught my attention.
He was a brown-haired boy who had seen a few times fight against the neighborhood thugs. I was next to a blond boy and a black-haired girl. The chestnut had tears in his eyes, but a fierce look, as he repeated as if it were a mantra:
"I will kill you all, I will kill all the titans."
Those simple words woke me up. I had to focus on the person in charge. Yes, it was the titans, but the direct cause of my parents' death was the armored titan. From that day I plunged into the desire for revenge, a promise of life. I would not leave behind the teachings of my relatives, but I would no longer see life as an opportunity positively; It is an opportunity to be in hell and find a way out.
End POV.
A year has passed since that day, and Faraday had not wasted time. He had planned to enlist in the army and join the legion of recognition, despite not agreeing with the soldier's philosophy, but as long as he did not abandon his honor, it would be good for Faraday to follow orders.
He had been entering his body and his mind. He practiced that style that his great uncle had taught him, who died 4 years ago by old age. Gai Furorem was his name. The man had taught him the importance of hard work, and, secretly from his parents (who did not accept that the boy fight, let alone enlist in the army) taught him some fighting styles. Due to his age the training was not very fruitful, but he laid the foundations in the boy.
At 11 he was quite tall for his age, measuring a solid 1.55 meters. His skin was white, light blue eyes and white hair.
Faraday was having a bad time lately. Due to overpopulation and loss of land, food was scarce; Many mouths and few resources. The government had taken drastic measures and forced all those over the age of 15 to go on a suicide mission to recover the Maria Wall.
Obviously it was a trick to kill as many people as possible. Everything went as planned: there were no survivors.
In spite of that, the food was still scarce, and he being an orphan without any acquaintance passed very unnoticed by the soldiers in charge of giving the rations. So many supposed friends that he came to have and now he was completely alone; I understood that, if a group of children went, orphaned or not, the chances of getting decent rations were very high. Unfortunately, he was alone.
More than a year after the fall of the Maria Wall, Faraday had to manage to survive. His extreme training required much more than the poor rations he received from time to time, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not find any kind of work in the entire Trost district. His last option was to steal.
A hard blow to his pride, but he needed it to survive. His training sessions consisted of running 10 kilometers, doing 100 squats, 100 push-ups and 100 sit-ups every day; towards these exercises of all forms. Sometimes he ran using his hands as feet, the push-ups with one hand and recently with the index finger.
He used his stealth and stoic gaze to steal in the market, always making sure there were enough people to camouflage himself; He had to cover his hair with a hood because his white mane was easily recognizable.
He was successful for several months. Once he was almost discovered by a dark-haired girl who became familiar, but the white-haired boy threw him one of the apples he had stolen, hoping to gain his silence; and apparently that's the way it went with that.
His luck had to end, and one day he was caught with his hands in the dough. The peddler chased him, but Faraday was much quicker and more agile, so he ended up escaping.
August 17, 846.
Faraday woke up feeling the sun on his face. He was lying in a "bed" inside the lodging place where he stayed. The light-blue-eyed boy growled at being awakened by the star, feeling tired and with a headache like he never had before.
Little time passed before the white-haired boy felt something strange on his right cheek. He rubbed and felt a deformity in his skin, and looking at his fingers he found the surprise that he had dried blood. Due to its brusque touch the wound had reopened.
The boy went to the bathroom of the inn to look at himself in the mirror, finding an X-shaped wound on his cheek. Faraday did not understand how that had happened; and that's when the white-haired guy realized he did not remember anything from last night.
For days he tried to remember, but whenever he did his head it hurt.
One day, while walking through the market, he heard two soldiers of the garrison comment something curious.
"Did you hear about the corpses they found a few days ago?"
"Yes, they were apparently burned alive or something, their bodies were unrecognizable."
Faraday felt chills, could not imagine the feeling of being burned.
Year 847
The day had come. The first steps towards the revenge of the boy with light blue eyes. The inauguration of the troop of recruits' number 104.
Faraday had grown a lot, with 12 years and reached 1.63 meters; his body was well built, as was his mind; his white hair came a little below his shoulders, his bangs cut short to avoid discomfort; his light blue eyes had sharpened and the wound on his right cheek had healed. He was wearing the standard uniform of recruits, but in black, earning some curious looks from the other recruits, as they all wore the typical brown. Under his jacket he wore a black shirt with a dark blue vest, as well as dark blue combat pants.
"Okay, shit worms! Welcome to the titans' food factory camp! Prepare to wish to be eaten by one instead of here! My name is Keith Shadis, and I will be the host of your misery!"
It was the voice of the instructor, Keith Shadis. Just seeing his face was enough to shit in his pants. Faraday could already see several moments of nervousness in the vast majority of cadets.
The instructor walked among the ranks, evaluating the cadets and stopping at one or another to make the poor wretch piss on. The only notable was a blond boy who was next to a boy with brown hair and a brunette, all three were very familiar to the white-haired. Armin Arlet was the blond's name, the poor man tried his best not to be nervous. Then Connie Springer, a little irreverent, but at least he had not been so afraid of the instructor, although he almost killed him when he noticed that the short-haired boy was waving badly. Jean Krinzten, felt more confident than the rest, expressing without any problem his desire to join the military police, only to be greeted by a veteran's headbutt.
Faraday was not really nervous, but he had lived without company for two years and this had affected his social skills a bit, as well as his new attitude. He was sure that Shadis was going to notice him given his wardrobe.
And he was not wrong.
The bald man stopped in front of Furorem, looking at him with murderous eyes. The white-haired boy kept his gaze to the front, without hesitation and with a relaxed expression.
"It looks like we have a multicolored worm, what's your name, little shit, and why the fuck do you wear that uniform color?" The man asked acidly.
"Faraday Furorem, I'm from the Shiganshina district, I'm black because I'm forever in mourning." He simply said the light-blue-eyed boy, without shouting, but loud enough to sound firm.
"Oh, looks like we have another experienced bait, tell me, fuck it, what the hell are you trying to do here?" The brown-eyed asked insulting, without getting any negative reaction from the cadet, who did not fall for his intimidation tricks.
"Revenge, sir." He replied simply, making Keith look interested.
"Who could you avenge yourself with, brat?" He asked with camouflaged curiosity.
"Of the armored Titan." He finally stated, letting his light blue eyes shine a little.
"Hmp, you dream high, worm, do not worry, I'll throw you in your mouth if that super-developed turtle comes back." With that last, Keith Shadis left him alone.
The following was more fun, a girl named Sasha Braus was eating a potato and when the instructor rebuked her she offered him half. He put her running 30 laps to the training area.
Once Keith dispersed the formation, they all went to settle down in their bedrooms. They were rooms of two people, and the couples were chosen at random by the instructors.
He ended up paired with Armin Arlet, who also came from Shiganshina. The white-haired was leaving his things on the table at night and in bed, mainly only books and scrolls, and several weights for the wrists and legs.
At Armin's curious gaze, Faraday stripped off the top of his clothes and his boots. He proceeded to bandage from the hands to the elbow, and put on some wrist-weights; He repeated the same process with his calves, leaving his feet free. The last thing he did was tie his long hair in a ponytail.
Before leaving, the light-blue-eyed boy turned his gaze to the blond, who, seeing himself trapped as he watched, averted his eyes in embarrassment. The white-haired approached the boy and extended his hand.
"Faraday Furorem, you're Armin, right? A pleasure." He introduced himself while maintaining his calm attitude. The blond looked at the boy's hand with some surprise before squeezing it.
"Eh, yes, a pleasure equally." Half stammered the blue-eyed one.
Faraday left the room and went out to the training area under the gaze of some men, and once left the male pavilion, some women.
The white-haired boy noticed that the potato girl was still running, she had been doing it for about 40 minutes and she still did not look tired. He expected to finish his 25 kilometers a day before lunch finished (he increased the quota as he got better) which would start in 2 hours. He could not do it before because he had to leave Trost early to get the induction.
Faraday breathed, watched and in a burst of speed that surprised those who still had him in his sights, he ran. The circumference of the training field was approximately 5 kilometers, so I would have to do 5 laps. In an irregular area (curves, descents, etc.) could maintain a constant speed of 10 km / h for at least 1 hour before having to lower the speed to rest; If everything went well, it would end in just over 2 and a half hours.
"On your left." Faraday warned passing by Sasha who looked at him in surprise.
"On your left." Almost an hour later the same thing happened again and the redhead was frustrated due to her hunger. That happened a couple of times more. Sasha already hated the lefties.
Several cadets looked strange to the duo, but especially to the boy, who was there for pleasure and not for punishment.
"What is that crazy man doing?" A brunette named Ymir asked herself.
"It looks like he's training, it's been over three laps." Said Connie.
"Bah, sure, he just wants to make a good impression on the instructors." Jean commented as she entered the dining room.
The Shiganshina trio watched the white-haired cadet closely, especially Mikasa, since he was very familiar to her.
Once inside, the subject remained the impetuous cadet.
"So he's your roommate, Armin?" Eren told his best friend.
"Yes. As soon as he got to the room, he unpacked and prepared to leave, although he did not leave without saying hello, he introduced himself and shook my hand." The blond explained.
"Oh, he has manners." Commented the brunette.
Half an hour later, the dining room door opened, revealing the white-haired boy. He had put on some more casual boots and entered by putting on his black shirt. He took his lunch and looked for a place, noticing that the eyes were on him.
"Maybe I called too much attention, and to think that these situations did not bother me two years ago." The light-blue-eyed was mentally recriminated. Faraday then saw an empty spot next to the brunette who was with Armin, and the latter being the only one with whom he had formally presented himself, he decided to try.
"Excuse me, could I sit here?" He asked with courtesy.
"Go ahead, of course you can." Armin said kindly.
Faraday then took a seat and proceeded to eat.
"Nice to meet you, my name is Faraday Furorem." The white-haired man was introduced. Eren and Mikasa introduced themselves by returning the cordiality.
"Hey, Faraday, if it does not bother you to ask, what were you doing out there?" The Brown-haired boy asked curiously.
"I was running." Faraday answered with a simple sip of water.
"Well yes, that was obvious, I mean why." Clarified Eren dislocated by the response of the cadet.
"Training, obviously." He returned to answer without more detail. Eren then gave up and stopped forcing a more elaborate response.
The three friends continued talking about fairly banal things while Faraday ate slowly and silently. The white-haired boy noticed the sideways glances he received from Mikasa, but said nothing.
After lunch Faraday said goodbye and went to find a less public place to finish his routine. The potato girl was still running.
"On your left." It was the only thing that came out of the white-haired man's mouth passing by the redhead walking, as he was barely and was trotting.
"You're so bad!" He heard the girl shout while he went into a more wooded area.
He found a perfect clearing, with several trees to practice his blows. First he proceeded to meditate, standing in the lotus position and leaving his mind blank. Then Kata poses the style of his great uncle: The Goken. A style based purely on physical strength and speed, designed to break bones and burst organs.
So it was for more than 3 hours when at last the sun began to hide and it was time to have dinner. Today being the first day was left for the cadets to meet and socialize, since teamwork is one of the most important factors of the army, no matter which branch you are going to go.
When he reached the dining room he noticed that there were several cadets around Eren and he could hear that they were asking about Shiganshina.
"So He does too. I guess it's not weird considering that he seems to be good friends with Armin, Mikasa must also be from there then." The boy reflected, sitting at a lonely table eating.
"Excuse me, can I sit here?" A sweet voice reached Faraday's ears, perhaps too sweet. She was a short girl, blonde and with blue eyes, her face was very pretty, almost angelic; Beside her was a tall girl with brown hair who had freckles on her cheeks.
"Of course, come in." The light-blue-eyed replied, then the two took their seats.
"So, runner boy, any reason why on the first day you've been training? You know we'll get the shit out tomorrow, right?" He questioned the brunette with a lot of irreverence.
"Excuse me, I have not heard your name." It was the only thing Faraday answered when he looked at her.
"I'm Ymir." The girl answered with a raised eyebrow.
"Faraday Furorem. To answer your question, I have a daily training routine that I have been working on for the last two years, today I could not do it in the morning to come here, so I made up for lost time." The white-haired replied, giving a more detailed answer to a more detailed question.
"Oh, that's awesome, you must be very disciplined, I'm Krista Lenz, by the way." It was the blonde who spoke this time, giving a pretty smile to the boy with the scar. Faraday would be foolish not to think she looked beautiful, but something felt weird, it's as if she was forcing the smile, but she was doing it to such a level that for a second he almost cheated.
Faraday this time took the time to walk the place with his eyes, observing all the faces present. There were some who had those traumas, the same ones that he saw every day in the mirror when he got up; determined looks, more "normal" looks that he would catalog as innocent.
Almost at the end of the dinner there was a small incident between Eren and that Jean guy, apparently the horse-faced guy saw the ideals of freedom of the green-eyed absurd. Faraday could say that Eren's ideas were good and full of pure desire, but they lacked realism, things were not so easy. He could also notice how Krista hid some bread in his clothes and had not drunk all the water.
A few minutes later Faraday went to see the potato girl, who was walking back like a titan to the female pavilion. The white-haired one understood how hungry the girl must be, after all he came to endure hunger many times in the last couple of years. He brought with him a bread with some tomato inside and a bottle of water; He got them from the cafeteria easily using his thief skills.
When the girl spotted him, she was thrown like a wild animal; Faraday managed to dodge it thanks to his reflexes, but who could not dodge the beast was Krista, who had also arrived with something for Sasha.
"It's bread!" The redhead exclaimed before eating it quickly before the surprised look of Krista and the confused one of Faraday.
"You're good?" The white-haired man asked, extending his hand to the blonde on the floor; she accepted it while nodding.
"Why do you help her?" Immediately asked the little witch watching the redhead savoring the bread.
"Well ... it gave me some grief." The blonde said something nervous when Faraday stared at her.
"This girl ... decided not to eat everything at her disposal for helping a stranger, either she is too kind or does not have any kind of appreciation for herself." The boy with the scar thought.
"Hey, on your left."
Those words made Sasha bristle and look to her left, but this time the surprise was not unpleasant. With his hunter reflexes he managed to catch another bread, thrown by the white-haired. Sasha then observed his two saviors: a small blonde with the face of an angel and that boy who had overplayed her spinning around the training field; Right now, for Sasha, they were both the Gods of the universe.
"Are You Gods?!" The redhead exclaimed taking one hand from each one while kneeling. Krista smiled and Faraday raised an eyebrow.
"I see you also decided to help her, why?" the blonde returned the question to the albino.
"I know what it is to go hungry." Faraday immediately responded by bothering Krista's plans to make him nervous.
Faraday then gave the bottle of water to Sasha and proceeded to say goodbye to the two girls, who stared at him.
Furorem came to his room, knocking on the door before entering into consideration with his partner. He proceeded to enter and found him already among the sheets with a book in his hands.
Six months later.
Diary of a soldier.
Half a year has passed by. These first months have been a simple demonstration of how to use the maneuvering equipment step by step in addition to polishing the necessary physical capacities: balance, resistance and strength; In addition to completely eliminate the feeling of nausea, dizziness and headache, strengthen the perception and increase mental speed.
I have been able to appreciate my most interesting companions:
Eren jeager, intrepid, noisy and impulsive; the only special thing in him is his will and his perseverance, he and I have practically the same qualities. Like him I do not have an innate talent, or well, that would not be what my great uncle Gai would say. He told me that discipline and perseverance, although not innate talents, were better than one.
Mikasa Ackerman, a total genius in all areas; His strength and speed are monstrous, he is even above my level without trying too much, however, he lacks a defined technique, only letting himself be carried away by his talent and by the empirical. Her personality is similar to mine, she is calm and maintains a stoic look, although her level of empathy is almost nil, only worrying about Armin and Eren, especially Eren.
Annie Leonhardt, his melee technique is impeccable. Although she always seems bored and indifferent, I have noticed that she shows interest in certain situations.
Krista Lenz, good student, although nothing super exceptional. The only thing that worries me about her is her attitude, I have not yet been able to discover if she is hiding something. She became my favorite conundrum.
In general, I get along with the majority or I am indifferent, my colleagues gave me the nickname "the knight between soldiers", given that despite my attitude I always end up helping those who need it or ask me.
Today begins the first real training with the maneuver team.
End Diary of a soldier.
Faraday played in the group of Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Annie, Jean, Reiner and Berthold. They were facing a road with rock walls high enough to place the anchors. The instructions were simply to move to the next training zone.
Faraday had been preparing the theoretical part very well, reading everything about the operation of the equipment and about the known physics. The white-haired decided that for the movement he would choose something he called "the art of the simple". Small impulses of gas were sufficient for the inertia to do all the work in terms of movement, the changes of direction were accompanied by other small gas impulses and to change its center of gravity; Moreover, when falling, it would take full advantage of the gravitational acceleration, not spending too much gas on the illusion of getting more speed since the equivalence principle allowed any free falling bodies to have the same distance-time relationship, so a small gas impulse to Great pressure would be enough to greatly increase your fall speed.
Keith Shadis gave the order and the eight cadets pushed up. Only a minute was enough for Mikasa to lead everyone, with Reiner, Annie and Berthold following closely, Jean and Eren behind them and Armin and Faraday at the end.
However, before Shadis scolded the two cadets, Faraday gave a small touch of gas that propelled him greatly, and once he was at the top of the parabola, retracted his anchors and fired them quickly in the front, giving a touch more gas while He put to turn his whole body like a tornado.
The result was a white whirlwind describing waves in the air, passing Mikasa who was surprised to see something white pass to the side and go ahead 10 meters.
Faraday then landed gracefully in the next training zone, being the first to arrive.
"Well done Faraday, you came first, you would be a great bait! Now there will be scale models of titans all over the field, you will have to cut off the back of their neck!"
That was the voice of Shadis at the same time that the puppets on the scale of the titans rose.
Faraday had two ways to kill titans: the first was to continue with his simple art premises and the other was to adapt his Goken art to the maneuvering team. The Goken 3D art had not yet proven it too much, but the premise was the same: to use its superior speed and strength to break the opponent's body; in the case of titans cut meat; He devised 3D Goken to kill several simple titans in a short time, but his main reason was the armored titan; He was not a common titan so he could not play simple and go to the head, he had to destroy his body first. For now, he was going to use his simple art.
Faraday threw his anchors, one on the floor and another on the neck of the mannequin titan; He swung up to the height of the titan's torso to then release the anchor from the floor and take advantage of the impulse to make a clean and deep cut on the nape of the titan. Then, with one of his free anchors, he quickly visualized another dummy 7 meters away and quickly threw the anchor towards the manikin's feet, propelling himself while releasing the other anchor, and being close enough he threw the free to the neck of the manikin. mannequin, repeating the process once more.
Faraday had already knocked down 2 of the 10 mannequins when his teammates arrived.
With 4 mannequins to his credit Faraday followed the next training zone, which was more or less the same, only now there was the possibility of cutting the manikin's ankles.
He knocked down a few before going to the final area, which was a wooded area where there were many mannequins scattered all over the place, the objective being to shoot down as many as you can.
At the end of the training, he and Mikasa were tied to 18 mannequins each.
Keith ended the training, but mentioned that those who wanted could stay to practice one hour more. Faraday decided to go to a secluded spot in the forest to continue practicing his 3D Goken style, but while he was in the air his gears were locked. To his good fortune, Reiner and Berthold were nearby and grabbed him, helping him land.
"Hey, are you okay?" The blonde asked.
"Yes, thank you very much to both of you." The boy with the scar thanked before looking with mild annoyance at his team and letting out a sigh. Goodbye extra training.
Later, at dinner, Faraday was looking for a place to sit. Despite having got along well with the majority, he really did not consider anyone a friend, so whenever he had the opportunity he would sit alone. That was not the case today, as he ended up sitting together with Krista, Ymir and Sasha.
"Faraday, I heard that you were amazing today, they say that you even surpassed Mikasa, is that true?" Sasha asked excitedly looking at the white-haired.
"I'm not here to compete." It was the light-blue-eyed's response, causing Sasha to make a pout.
"Oh come on, do not be modest, you were amazing, you were practically flying." It was the voice of Eren, who was at the adjacent table along with Armin, Mikasa and Jean; his admiration was evident in his voice. Jean snorted.
"Yes, flying, but it almost crashed to the ground." Said the boy trying to play down the Faraday theme.
"Oh, Faraday, are you okay?" Krista asked worriedly.
"It was nothing, my equipment failed, Reiner and Berthold grabbed me before I fell." The white-haired was explained, letting some irritation creep into his voice, he was still frustrated because he could not continue training.
Mikasa watched the boy eat with a little more aggressiveness, it was very slight, probably only she had noticed. Faraday had always been interesting to her; He was always training, 24/7; when the cadets arrived at the training camp he was already there, seated in a lotus position with remarkable agitation. He was the first to get up and the last to go to sleep; She did not think there was anyone with more perseverance than Eren, but there was the white-haired man. He was curious about the light-blue-eyed's motives, he supposed it was something personal since he was also from Shiganshina; Besides, there was also that feeling of already knowing him from before.
6 months later. 3 years since the fall of Maria.
Diary of a soldier.
My personal relationships have improved in recent times. Mina and Thomas became my first friends here after I helped them improve on the maneuvering team, since their performance had barely been regular at the beginning.
I have come to have a high regard for Sasha; some casual conversations and the fact that we are regularly paired in squad training, led us to hunt together. At first I was doing it to learn something new, after all, she comes from a hunter village, but over time I found it fun to spend time with her. It's the opposite of me, its eccentricity serves as comic relief, it makes me laugh.
Lately I'm closer to Krista. Everything from which she wanted to volunteer as a soldier's hospital; I encouraged her and I accompanied her to discover the mystery that the blonde supposed. I did not manage to collect much information, but I did manage to open her a little more with me, now when we are alone, it does not always have a cloying expression on its face, it is a little more serious and it is not afraid to make some comical comments. The most fun of the situation is the annoyance of Ymir to see us together.
I enjoy spending time with Eren and Armin, both are two sides of the same coin. Eren is always willing to train with me, even though I give him tremendous beatings, which led me to teach him a bit about how to fight. Armin discussed books with me, we did it very often since we shared a room; A while ago he shared with me his most precious book, one that tells about the outside world that left me in awe.
Finally, Mikasa. We do not talk too much, just casual things. As she does not leave Eren practically the only occasions in which we have been alone she and I have been a couple of times that we played a field training, we work very well together; his natural physical abilities complemented mine, taken out of analysis and effort. There was mutual respect, but for some reason many times there is tension between the two of us, I still feel that feeling of familiarity with her and I have not been able to locate her.
All this training and the people here have allowed me to forget a little of everything that torments me, although the nightmares have not stopped. The third anniversary of my parents' death is approaching and I feel pressured to train more and more.
End Diary of a soldier.
Sometime later.
The situation was pretty fucked up.
Faraday and Mikasa had been placed back in a team of two for the current squad mission. This had been a vice lately for the instructors, seeing the two best cadets work together, they even got the nickname "The Yin Yang", that due mainly to their opposite hair tones.
However, things haven't worked out this time. It was snowing and the training was in the mountains. Mikasa and Faraday were doing well, the mission was recognition, to avoid as many "titans" as possible, which were represented by instructors; Every time an instructor notices your squad you will earn a point, and more points you will lower your qualification. Both had managed to avoid all the instructors until now, but everything was screwed up when they heard a scream, the cry of Eren.
Mikasa reacted by inertia and fired towards the source of the noise. The white-haired man tried to stop her, but ended up following her, trying to at least they do not see him, since he could tell that at least two instructors had already seen Mikasa.
The boy with the scar tried to warn Mikasa to be careful with the anchor since the snow could clog the ends. The attempt was in vain and Mikasa ended up falling 7 meters due to the rupture of one of the anchors, twisting the left ankle and dislocating the shoulder on the same side; later it was surrounded by wolves that abounded for the place; Mikasa was going to draw her swords, but she realized that because of her eagerness to look for Eren she had forgotten to replenish herself. The brunette was on guard to try to fight even though it was a pack of 6 wild wolves.
His salvation was a white tornado that camouflages itself with snow, sending away the first wolf that had been thrown at him; in a few seconds Faraday took it and soon they were in the branch of a tree.
"Are You ok?" The light-blue-eyed man asked. The girl was looking at him with her eyes open even surprised by the situation and nodded slightly, but feeling the pain in her ankle and shoulder.
Faraday noticed her shoulder; He took part of the girl's scarf and put it close to her mouth. Mikasa looked at him confused.
"Bite, I'll arrange your shoulder."
Mikasa listened and bit into the scarf. The white-haired man took off her jacket and took her shoulder, looked at her for a moment before nodding and with one movement he fit her shoulder.
"That was reckless." The light-blue-eyed boy told her when the girl had lost the pain.
"But Eren ..."
"Mikasa, I know you care a lot about Eren, I do not understand the context of your relationship, but what I do know is that you should trust Him more." The boy scolded before the somewhat embarrassed look of the brunette.
"You do not understand ... Eren is my only family, the last one I have left ..." Mikasa whispered. Faraday softened his gaze.
"I know what it is to lose those you love most, unlike you, I have no one left, but if that were the case, I would not want that person to have something wrong, however, Eren is not a small child, he does not need you to take care of him, he needs you to teach him. " He spoke to her seriously. Mikasa looked at the floor thoughtfully.
"Sorry if it seems that I'm getting where nobody calls me, it's just that before I've already noticed how Eren sometimes bothers you that you overprotect him so much."
They both remained silent.
"What happened to you?" Mikasa asked suddenly, surprising the albino boy.
"Ah?"
"You said that you had no one left ..." Mikasa recalled, lowering her voice a bit in the end realizing that it had been a very daring question on her part.
Faraday thought for a moment whether or not to answer the question.
"As you know I am also from Shiganshina, I lived with my two parents, my paternal and maternal grandparents died before I was born or when I was a baby, and my great uncle on my father's side died when I was 7. My parents died on the day of the fall, a large piece of rubble fell on them when we ran, the cause was the armored titan. " Finished counting the white-haired.
Mikasa stared at him, in his eyes she could see that he understood her pain; both had lost everything, or well, at least she still has Eren.
Then Mikasa decided to tell him a summary version of his life. The white-haired man listened attentively to the words of his companion; now he could better understand why she overprotected Eren, she lost her family twice, it was not madness for her to act like that with him. But Faraday was still firm in his initial opinion, only now he understood.
Two years later. Year 850.
Diary of a soldier.
The years flew by and the graduation was a few days away.
Mikasa and I had come a long way since that incident. Many times we have met and talked about our lives, all as a means of relief. As the months passed, it could be said that we already considered ourselves friends, and not only for Armin and Eren. For all the recruits it was a surprise when Mikasa began to leave Eren alone to spend time with me, at first it was funny, but then they started to annoy me that I have bewitched the dark-haired girl, and then rumors spread that we had a secret relationship. I mean, Mikasa is very pretty but that kind of feelings are not on my to-do list for now ... right?
I managed to make advances in my Goken 3D style to the point that I only need real battle experience to use it 100%. The first time I used it in a training was 2 months ago, I literally shred 10 mannequins in 10 seconds, cut them from head to toe. All that was because that day was bad and Jean wanted to provoke me by telling me that it took me a long time to make moves.
I also made modifications to the maneuvering equipment, specifically in the swords. With the help of Armin, we were able to optimize the maneuvering equipment. The swords were now curved and not straight, taking advantage of the edge. When I was questioned by instructor Shadis, I just told him that I felt more comfortable with this form. Obviously I kept my other improvements secret.
End Diary of a soldier.
Some days after.
Keith Shadis was watching the last training of his troop, reviewing the best qualified, one by one, until he observed Faraday, who like a tornado was shredding another mannequin.
"Faraday Furorem, he has the best of talents: discipline, I've seen him train for 15 straight hours until he collapses from fatigue, and then wake up and do double the training in half the time; impeccable technique, a sense of honor that makes him the winner of his squad's confidence. When he and Ackerman team together they are unstoppable. "
A few hours later, at night, all the recruits were in rows in front of the instructor Shadis.
"Very well, worms! It's incredible that You survived, I hoped that for this point You were just corpses!" It was the congratulations of the bald man.
"As you know, you will be able to choose between three different branches of the army: the garrison troops, those charged with the protection of the walls and the defenses against the titans, the legion of recognition, those who risk their lives going to Titan territory in a search of the victory; and finally, the military police, acting under the direct orders of the king and are responsible for establishing peace and order on the walls, but only those who were among the top 10 can join the military police. " The instructor explained.
"Now, those who hear his name step forward."
"Krista Lenz."
"Sasha Braus."
"Connie Springer."
"Marco Bolt."
"Jean Krinztein."
"Eren Jeager."
"Annie Leonhardt."
"Berthold Hoover."
"Reiner Braun."
Everyone stayed expectant. Only the first place was missing and neither Mikasa nor Faraday had been mentioned; It was impossible for either of them to be out of the top 5 at least and more absurd outside the top 10.
"For the first place we had to discuss it a lot, we discussed between lowering the positions or declaring a draw, however, we had no way of breaking them. For which, for the first time in the army, the first place will be shared by two people; One step forward: Mikasa Ackerman and Faraday Furorem. "
Dark-haired woman and White-haired man stepped forward, surprised like everyone else by the decision made. To be honest, both did not care what position they were in; Faraday had already decided on the legion, and Mikasa knew that Eren also, therefore, had two reasons to join the legion.
Yes, Mikasa had taken a great deal of affection for Faraday, perhaps not as much as the affection he had for Eren, but comparable to that of Armin; she felt comfortable with the white-haired boy, with time Faraday began to show her certain signs of affection that she had not received until now; they were simple things, the odd hug in moments that concern him, encouraging words that were neither too cheesy nor too harsh, she would define them as sweet; her favorite was once she felt decayed one day talking about the happy parts of her past, Faraday wiped her tears and kissed her forehead.
The celebration of the graduation was that night, in the dining room, all the cadets congratulated the 11 best soldiers, asking them if they were going to join the military police. Krista replied that she had not yet decided, Sasha and Connie were fantasizing about the food in the MP, it was well known that Marco, Jean and Annie would go to the police as well; Reiner and Berthold would apparently join the legion.
"You will not make it." It was the words of Thomas, one of Faraday's friends at Eren's words. The white-haired man stopped drinking from his glass to look at the blond.
"Titans are invincible, it's impossible for us humans to beat them." They were the harsh words of Thomas, which left the place in silence.
"Do you give up because you think you cannot win? The defeats of the past were the product of our ignorance about the titans, but now we know more, we have learned from mistakes, are you telling me that the sacrifices that were made to get that information were in vain? No, we will fight back. " They were Eren's inspiring words.
"Eren is right." It was Faraday's voice, making everyone see them with surprise; Faraday was not only friendly, but also quite wise, everyone knew his facet of wisdom; He said the right thing at the right time.
"Sometimes, people deserve their faith to be rewarded. Since life is so unfair, it takes more away than it gives you, it is your responsibility to try to keep what is most precious to you, to give meaning to nonsense; in this hell in which we live we find the coldest place. A well-crafted idea can be the cause of change, a legend. At the end of it all, we all suffer, the question is: Will you suffer fighting or will you suffer in pain?
Everything was silent after the words of the white-haired.
Time after.
Diary of a soldier.
I graduated. A small but important step in the search for my revenge.
We live between these walls, waiting to be eaten, but no longer. I would not call "lives" to this that humanity has.
It's time to break the cages that trap our wings.
End Diary of a soldier