LIGHT SPEED | Eren Jaeger

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006, GENIUS

"That's right. Let's go over last week's attack now, shall we?"

My head whips to my right to look at the blond boy who stares at the others with a serious gaze. Though Eren has never really told me much about this whole street racing thing, I'm fairly certain that he has never mentioned anything about an attack.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

As if he felt my eyes on him, the blond boy turns towards me and notices my confused and shocked expression. He lets out a soft gasp. "What's wrong? Did Eren not tell you about the attack?"

Wide-eyed, I shake my head vigorously.

The girl beside Eren frowns while giving him a disappointed look. "We reminded you to tell her, Eren." Her voice is soft and doesn't sound angry; rather, it matches her look of disappointment.

Eren opens his mouth to talk, but the blond-haired boy quickly cuts him off. "It's fine, Mikasa. We have to go deeper into detail anyway. Don't worry, Y/N, it isn't anything too serious."

My expression relaxes, and I give him a small smile. "Thank you, uh—" I stop, remembering that I don't know the boy's name.

"It's Armin Arlert! Nice to meet you, Y/N." Armin tells me, returning my small smile with his own. He has a boyish face, with a small pointed nose that is distinctly a bit red. His blond hair is styled in a grown-out bowl cut, with his bangs pushed to the side of his face to showcase his wide blue eyes. His frame is relatively small and lacking in muscle but not in definition.

"Now for real this time, let's begin," Armin says, standing up to get everyone's full attention. "Last week we had a breach on the south edge of our border. We lost 25 percent of our land. According to reports, there weren't too many injuries, and luckily, there were no deaths either."

The blond girl seated on the couch with Ymir speaks up. "Hange and I looked at most of the injuries, and they weren't threatening or anything of concern."

Armin nods once at the girl. "Thank you, Historia. According to all of this, it seemed like their mission wasn't to injure or kill but rather to take our land."

Their?

Furrowing my brows, my lips quickly part to ask the question that pops into my head. "Who exactly is 'their'?"

Everyone looks at me, and my lips press into a thin line, immediately notifying me that it isn't a question they wish to answer. It seems to be a sensitive question for the group, as the captain is the first to answer my burning inquiry.

"That would be the Warriors. The second most prominent team in our region."

My eyes widen in realization. "Weren't they the ones who were arrested last month for gang violence by the police but were released due to a lack of evidence?"

A new voice answers my question in a gruff tone. "That's right, Y/N. And now they're trying to take our land because we broke the treaty."

The boy—or rather man—looks older than most of the people here and has short blond hair, golden eyes, and a defined facial structure. His large height, broad shoulders, and serious expression give him an intimidating presence, but it doesn't seem to affect anyone except me.

He leans against the back wall, a large scowl on his face. "Those bastards should have never even stepped into our territory."

Though a few of my questions have been answered, a thousand more appear in their spots. But I don't want to disturb the meeting any more than I already have, so I decide to ask Armin—who seems to know the most—later on.