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[03] Training Corps part 1

Mina's POV

I didn't expect Mina Carolina to be the person I'd become after reaching the third world. Ymir probably thought that we physically looked similar and that her fate wouldn't exactly change after I occupied her body.

Since she'll eventually die.

Cruel, I know, but it needs to happen for me to accomplish our goal. Specifically mine, which is to save both of my parents from their cruel destiny.

However, unlike the start of my second life during the battle for Trost, I was thrown even right before that. As I said, Ymir is a sadist, and letting me experience their academic and training life where most of the cadets have bonded is as sadist as she can get.

And yet history sees her as a kind and naïve girl who has been enslaved her whole life. Damn, look how the passage of time changed such an innocent lass.

Anyway, there was, however, one thing that I wanted to change at the start of my third life.

And that is Mina Carolina's hairstyle.

I admit that in my second world, Mina's hair defines who she is and how cute she can get.

But it's not me.

If I want to accomplish my goal of seeing my parents happy, I need to erase Mina Carolina's character and replace it with my own. I feel bad for doing so, but from now on, the daughter of Eren Yeager and Mikasa Ackerman from the first world will now be named 'Mina Carolina' in this world for the sake of achieving world peace.

Sorry, Mina, I'll probably do this just for this world. Besides, if your fate is really to die from a titan during the Battle for Trost, then I'll make it my mission to overcome it.

Because it's the least I could do from taking over this body of yours.

Upon noticing that this was the first day of training and that all of us were in the same place, I quickly removed both of my hair ties and instead tied them into one high ponytail. It allows me to move more freely without it being a bother every time I use the ODM gear.

"You, there!" A tanned man pointed out to a certain cadet, eventually claiming everyone's attention.

"Yes, sir!" A boy with short blonde hair replied and immediately performed a salute. He was no stranger to me, and I instantly knew that the boy in question was Armin Arlert, one of the closest friends of both Mikasa and Eren.

"Who are you?"

"Armin Arlert, from Zhiganshina!"

The instructor replied. "Yeah? That's a stupid name."

"..."

So, this is how Keith Shadis worked. How intriguing.

With that thought in mind, he continued. "Your parents gave you that?"

Armin answered, "My grandfather did!"

"Arlert, what are you doing here?"

Hearing his desperate replies, I heaved a long and pitiful sigh. "Trying to aid humanity's victory!"

"That is indeed wonderful." I agree. "Then you will feed the Titans!"

"..."

From what I have seen in my second world, it doesn't seem like that at all.

The instructor held Armin's head and finally said, "Row 3, about-face!"

This kind of question-and-answer portion continued as Keith Shadis observed every trainee for this year's batch. He asked Thomas and a few other people before finally targeting me.