𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐲 | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✥𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚂✥

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One month in the Survey Corps and Violet's muscles were asking for relief.
The training was brutal, maybe not more than back in the Assassin Guild, but nevertheless, it left Violet's muscles sore and aching. The girl hadn't trained in such a level in a long time, as back when she was a prisoner under the Military Police, they didn't let her exercise her body in any single way. She had lost her stamina and resistance in just a matter of months, so her body was reacting poorly to the new exercise regime she had introduced to it ever since she arrived at the Survey Corps.

On the other hand, she had started gaining weight back, her curves returning to her now womanly body as she wasn't a teen anymore and she no longer felt cold under the scorching sun. While she was still noticeably skinny, she had gotten better than compared when she arrived and her figure was returning to normal. Her mood had improved significantly as she ate all her three meals of the day and she overall was back to a healthy state once again.
The proof of what the Military Police had done to her in those long, brutal years slowly was fading away, the only remaining noticeable thing was the canvas of scars in her shattered back. There was not an inch of skin that wasn't brutalized with the many scars, caused by the many beatings they gave her while she was their prisoner every single day without ever missing one. It was an awful reminder, one that would never leave, and every time she saw her back in the mirror she couldn't help the knot that formed in her throat. 

Clearing her mind from that thought, she picked up a towel and wiped off the sweat dripping down her face. "Good Gods, bring a fucking nurse. I feel like passing out." Violet said, placing her hands on her knees while her lungs gasped for air.
"Come on, Violet. It wasn't that bad." Petra said, offering the girl her water.
Violet accepted the offer and brought the glass to her mouth, gulping down the remaining water off the glass, the cold drink feeling amazing as it travelled down her throat. "Say that to my screaming muscles, Petra. I don't even know how I am standing up." Violet said, wiping off her mouth with her free hand.
"It's been a month and you still haven't gotten used to this. How disappointing coming from you, Grey." Julian said, as he threw his arms around her shoulders.
She glared at the tall guy, her eyes sharp like daggers. "You just placed your arm around my shoulders and I am not afraid to bite, so you better shut the fuck up." Her threat only caused the cadets around her to laugh, Julian joining the chorus of laughs. Violet harshly removed Julian's arm from around her and walked away from the cadets who had laughed at her words, resuming the training even though her muscles were aching. Although her every being felt like resting, she wouldn't give in to the feeling and instead would push her body beyond its limit. She wanted to get stronger, be stronger, because those years she spent being weak were enough to make her never want to be soft again. If she hadn't let herself grow weak in the beginning of those four years, then she would've easily found her way out of there. Fight her way out of there. But instead, she had let herself be beaten till she couldn't feel her face, let them brutalize and waste her body till there was nothing left as all the fire that burned inside of her disappeared when she was caught. As much as she didn't want that flame to diminish, she had let it go, seeing that her one and only chance was taken away when she couldn't reach the gates to the above.
So she walked back to the field and started repeating the movements she was taught for self-defence. She moved as if there was an assailant in front of her, attacking her while she dodged and punched back. Violet moved so flawlessly, punch after kick and then she dodged, as if a routine was drilled in her mind. She never faltered or skipped a beat, but her movements were never predictable to those who watched. 

However, although there were those who thought she looked intimidatingly cool, there were others who thought otherwise. "Oi, brat." A certain raven-haired Captain said, "Get a damn partner, you look weird punching the air like that."
Violet came to a stop and faced Levi Ackerman, a glare forming in her eyes. "Who am I supposed to fight? I have already sparred with everyone and no one really gives me a hard time. Except Julian at times."
"Tch." Levi said, as he placed down the tools he was carrying in his arms and faced the girl who had a smart mouth. "I'll train with you."
Violet scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I don't want to be the reason you end up in the infirmary. After all, at your age, you'd probably leave with a broken back."
Levi glared at Violet, his grey eyes piercing the girl with a brutal might. "I'm sure the four years that I have lived longer than you give me an advantage here, brat." He positioned his body in a fighting stance, not waiting for the girl to approve his offer.
Seeing Levi's silent challenge, Violet brought her fists up while a grin adorned her mouth.