" 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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In the blistering heat, the time had come to test our ODM Gear's balance. It's been a couple of months since we got into the training corp.
I stood in line with fellow cadets, the sun beating down relentlessly. To my left, soldiers struggled with their ODM Gear, some stumbling as they tried to find their footing. The metallic clang of equipment and the hum of machinery filled the air, adding to the tension of the moment.
Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me and turned to see Connie approaching, tapping my shoulder. "You're friends with Sasha, right?" he asked me. I looked at him and gave a slow nod.
Connie grinned eagerly. "Oh, good! I'm friends with Sasha too. Since we both know her, I thought we could get along," he suggested, seeming nervous yet keen to connect.
"Sure," I replied, turning back to the line. Ahead, cadets struggled to maintain their balance on the ODM Gear. "Ready to give those gears a shot?" I asked, pointing to the cadets practicing nearby. Connie followed my gesture and replied,
"Well, I'd be damned if I said I was confident. But it shouldn't be too hard, right?" he responded.
"I did see some cadets in action. Even Mr. Hannes was using the ODM gear like a pro. It seems manageable," I remarked, turning back to him. "Are you nervous?" I asked.
