𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗➤𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘞𝘞𝘐𝘐ᴿᵒᵇᵉʳᵗ ᶻᵘˢˢᵐᵃᶰ

Prologue

March 20, 1930, Landkreis Rural District, Germany.

It was a warm spring day, towards a splendid sun that shone, the great clouds as white as snow and fluffy as the same cotton candy. The birds sang, emitting a harmonious sound, the breeze of the wind lightly majestic the black hair of the little girl with grayish orbs who concentrated on maneuvering pruning the delicate flowers.

For a moment he turned his head towards the beautiful landscape of green field. Sunflowers paraded and moved in the breeze, giving a happy and calming look to the surroundings.

A grin from ear to ear formed at the corners of the little. Until a flashy butterfly suddenly stole his attention by flying close to his face. Her it followed him until he landed on some leaves.

He tilted his posture and rested his hands on his knees, watching with curious eyes the particular scene that was being dismantled, a praying mantis devouring poor Butterfly.

Blinking several times.

Mikasa had a keen mind and was aware of how fine and abstract life itself was. Cruelty lurked everywhere in these dark times... As expected, due to his young age he did not reflect concretely on the subject, at the time it stopped taking importance, until the moment of experiencing it to its maximum splendor.

She piled the flowers in the basket and went into the house. He visualized an older woman, thirty years old, cooking.

"Look mom, I picked up some beads!" She exclaimed happily still holding that beaming smile.

"Well done!" I sweetly congratulate the Asian woman who smiled her eyes even more. "How about you help me with this?" She suggested and Mikasa nodded excitedly.

The minor took the neddle and is dancing where the hand dictated, with some difficulty tracing on it. Although she was focused. Decided to ask about the child who would come to her today.

"That kid..." He thought briefly, trying to search his memory until he remembered the name "Uhm, Zussman, is he good?" I ask with a subtle tone of voice.

"I'll leave that up to you when you meet him" He simply answered that.

*A few minutes later*

"Ready..." he murmured and held up the cloth contemplating her "Look, mom!" Mikasa gives him the piece of cloth.

"Good job, Mikasa! Teach your daughters, when you have"

"How babies are made?" She questioned instantly, the older one feeling caught by the younger's unexpected question.

"Well... ask your father" He said without further ado. Mikasa traveled her orbs towards a slender blond male figure. Who was posing his body on the kitchen counter, while he was peeling a potato.

"Dr. Zussman will be here soon... Ask him" Said the eldest trying to avoid his little daughter's presumed awkward question. Meanwhile, the older one let out an inaudible laugh due to the impalpable nervous expression, of her husband.

Mikasa thrived in a completely happy environment, with extremely loving parents who always gave her support for whatever she needed.

His mother was Japanese and his father German-Jewish.
they fell madly in love and decided to live in a house far from the metropolis.

Tok tok.

Knocks were heard through the door, drawing the attention of those present.

"That must be Richard and his son"