The Empire of Titans

The Breach of Trost

"Dedicate your hearts!" His words hung in the air for a moment before the cadets responded in unison, their voices ringing out with conviction and patriotism.

They stood at attention, their arms snapping up in a crisp salute.

"Yes, sir!"

The sound of their unified response echoed through the training ground, filling Shadis with pride and hope for the future of humanity.

As Shadis went on with his detailed explanation of how all the trainees who successfully passed the rigorous training corps could select three preferred military branches, Eren's mind wandered off, uninterested in the other options. He couldn't help but fixate on the only branch that truly mattered to him, the Survey Corps.

"Number ten is Krista Lenz." Suddenly, Historia's face lit up like the sun, and a beaming smile spread across her face. She couldn't contain her excitement and almost punched the air in delight. Ymir watched with pride as her friend's name was called out, feeling a sense of joy in her heart; even Eren was proud of her.

"Number nine is Sasha Blouse." The relief that flooded through her was overwhelming, and she let out a deep sigh as the weight of her worry lifted off her shoulders. She knew she would never again have to worry about going hungry.

"Number eight is Connie Springer." The Shorty sighed in relief; he couldn't wait to see his parent's faces; he knew they would be proud of him.

"Number seven is Marco Bott." With a swift movement, Marco wiped away the beads of sweat from his forehead, and with a confident smile, he stepped forward, knowing he could serve the king.

"Number six is Jean Kirstein." Jean couldn't help but glare at Eren, knowing the suicidal bastard had shown better skills than him, but nonetheless, he was looking forward to joining the Military Police.

"Number five is Annie Leonhart." The cold girl named Annie kept her stoic face, refusing to show emotion. But as she glanced briefly at Eren, she couldn't help but feel a small spark of something.

"Number four is Bertolt Hoover." his back was straight, and his eyes were fixed firmly on the horizon; he couldn't help but look up at the sky, wondering how much longer this mission would last.

"Number Three is Eren Yeager." Eren looked forward with unyielding determination, knowing their counterattack would start soon; he remembered the plan to bring out the Colossal and the Armored Titan.

"Number Two is Reiner Braun." He briefly glanced at Krista before looking south, knowing all this would end soon, and he would return home, back to his family.

"Number One is Mikasa Ackerman." the cadets in the top 10 lined up in perfect formation, their uniforms crisp and their faces determined. The instructor, a stern figure with years of experience, stood at the front of the line, his eyes scanning each cadet as they saluted him in unison. Shadis, the veteran instructor, couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he watched his students demonstrate their discipline and dedication. However, his thoughts soon turned to Eren, the young cadet who had worked tirelessly to earn his place as the third-ranked cadet. Shadis knew that the world beyond the walls was harsh and unforgiving, and he couldn't help but worry about Eren's future. Despite his concerns, Shadis had faith in his student's abilities.

With a resounding voice, he told them that tonight was a special night, a night for celebration, as they had just become soldiers and were now ready to give their lives for the noble cause of protecting Humanity. The majority of the new soldiers cheered; their hearts swelled with pride and excitement, for they knew the weight of their new responsibility and the honor that came with it. Among them was Sasha, her eyes shining with elation. But, as her stomach growled hungrily, she couldn't help but think of the delicious meat dishes she could now enjoy, a luxury that was previously unavailable to her.