Bro Yujiro got nothing on this man in flexibility, I just found this one when I went to find a goofy ass Bertholdt picture and holy fuck what power does this man hold
Anyways, here's a little bonus chapter since I was lazy finishing the full chapter. These'll just be my little flavor chapters, nothing super long.
"I finally get here and THIS is what I'm greeted by?"
"Trust me Y/N, I'm just as confused as you are."
"How the hell is it possible?"
"What the fuck?"
"Told you guys, it's an artform."
When I arrived at the dorms, I was greeted by a crowd and by far one of the strangest sights I've ever seen.
The crowd was gathered by Reiner and Bertholdt's bunk, where the crowd marveled in the sight of Bertholdt. He was somehow sleeping with his arms crossed, while his legs moved in completely opposite directions.
It's terrifying to think that a man could be that flexible, and rather impressive.
"So uh, forgive me for being late to the party, but what exactly are we doing besides staring in awe at the strangest sleeping position ever concocted?"
Reiner walked over to me and brought me to the front of the crowd. I now have a completely clear view of it. How the fuck was he doing it? I'll never know.
"Well Y/N, we've decided to try and use Bertholdt's sleeping position to tell the weather."
"The weather?"
Jean stepped in and got one last good look at Bertholdt before turning to announce his findings to the group of boys.
"It's gonna be cloudy tomorrow. Warm, but with the possibility of rain."
A mix of oo's and aa's came from the crowd. Connie went next and examined the angle of Bertholdt's legs. Before turning to the crowd and throwing his hands up.
"It'll be cold and cloudy, with hail. That's gotta be it."
Hushed murmurs echoed around the crowd. Reiner pushed me forward to examine Bertholdt, he likely wanted to hear my answer.
"C'mon Y/N, give it a shot."
I hesitantly examined Bertholdt. His arms were folded in a rather weird way, hands up over his shoulders in a cupped position. His one leg went down in a normal way, but the other went straight up at a nearly 180 degree stretch.
After a little more deliberation, I turned before putting on a fake guise of confidence in my decision.
"It'll be sunny, no clouds. It's gonna be a scorcher too."
This answer got a few whistles and whoops along with some groans, likely from people imagining PT in the blazing hot sun. I shrugged and leaned against the bedpost with Reiner as people got their turns taking guesses at the Bertometer's reading.
The most interesting answer was a freak tornado, but that was likely just wishful thinking on that guys end.
As the line continued on, I retrieved my journal and a pen from my jacket. On a fresh page, I began to draw Bertholdt.
Once I finished, I now held a memory in ink form. Bertholdt's strange sleeping position was immortalized in ink.
Armin and Reiner were particularly interested in my drawing of Bertholdt. Armin admiring my artwork and Reiner laughing his ass off at how it was still just as funny on paper.
Maybe we can even get to see his reaction to these weird ass sleeping positions.
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Once the laughter finally died down, we all went to our bunks and promptly began to pass out and snore.
I closed my eyes and began to drift away.
Yeah, I don't think I'll regret being here.
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Soar High: An AOT Story
FanfictionOne boy born of the North, now in a land he should never have reached. A boy born of a simple family, with strength in their blood. History will change, for he doesn't believe in fate.
