" 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲."
- 𝐘/𝐍
You are a member of the Ackerman Clan - an ancient and powerful group of fighters with exceptional physical abilities. But what really sets you apart...
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After entering the cabin, the aroma of freshly baked bread fills the air.
Mr. Arlert reached for the oven mitts, carefully opened them, and took out the loaf of bread. I walked over and tried to touch it, but a single touch burned my hand and put it on to cool it off.
"Careful y/n! I thought you had common sense, but-" He coughed to change his words. "It's too hot. If you touch it can burn you. Have a seat on a chair, I'll slice it for you."
After watching Mr. Arlert slice the bread, I noticed a door opening and saw a boy with blonde hair and blue eyes who looked my age. " Hi, Grandpa- oh! Um, hello!" He said happily and then shocked with a smile on his face when he turned to me.
" Ah, you're back! Y/n, I want you to meet my grandson, Armin Arlert.
"Hi!" he said happily with an open hand. I was confused about what to do, but I figured it out and shook his hand. " She's only going to stay here with us for a few hours since her mother is busy. Please make sure she feels at home!" Mr. Arlet said.
He took 2 plates of sliced bread and gave them to me and Armin. He put my seat up so I could get comfortable. After taking a bite of the bread, I looked up at Armin eating his bread. "Where did you go?" I asked straight forward.
