Reiner Braun, a warrior from Marley island loves a Queen from the island kingdom of Paradise, Historia Reiss. The two islands are hostile to each other because of their ancestors. Will that forbidden love continue to grow? Or will there be a stumbli...
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My body was slammed to the ground, then received several kicks. Even a child was seen spitting at me. Their intermittent laughter could be heard, laughing at me.
"A weakling like you, doesn't deserve to be a warrior like us!"
"Right! You better go home and ask your mother for milk!"
Pain, that's how I felt. The wounds on my body were nothing compared to the pain in my chest. The voices of those who kept putting me down as if I was trash, I couldn't ignore. They have a point, I don't belong here. I'm a stupid kid, even my shooting skills are still very poor. I don't understand why the commander would invite me to join the fighters until we got this far. Did the commander pity me because of my mother? Or was it just because he wanted to help me so that I could make my father, who didn't even consider me his son, proud?
They finally left, and I stood up with difficulty. But having been kicked so much in the leg that I had several bruises, I could only sit down. My proud uniform was now dirty with dirt. Tears finally fell from my eyes, enduring the pain and lamenting my fate. Trembling, my hands cleaned the dirt off the yellow armband on my left arm, Marley's armband.
Slowly, a hand reached out. I looked up and saw who it was. Ah, it was Bertholdt Hoover, one of the fighters in our class. His face looked worried, "Stand up, Reiner! Don't listen to their words."
I'm confused, should I shake that hand? What if he's just like them? But looking at that face, it somehow makes my heart warm. He seems like a good boy. I hesitantly stretched out my hand, shook it and stood up. Bertholdt also helped me walk and sat me on one of the wooden boxes.
"Those wounds look painful. Don't cry! I'll clean them up." He went to class and returned with a bottle of water and a handkerchief from his pocket. He started cleaning my arm painstakingly, leaving me confused.
"W-why... are you helping me?" I asked as I wiped away the tear tracks on both cheeks, the boy looked up and smiled.
"Isn't this what friends are for?"
My heart seemed to stop beating for a moment, a warm feeling spread from my chest to my cheeks. Bertholdt's words made me happy, it turned out that there was still someone who wanted to make me a friend. "y-yeah ... Thank you.."
