Classroom of The Elite x AOT: Wax Wings

Vol 5.3 - Bastards

I just want to clarify something.

The OFTL uniforms do have ODM gear but they're ones the Anti-Personnel Squad used to use, only that they're more compact and fuel-efficient.

Oh, and also this chapter is double length.

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Zeke exited the Beast Titan, revealing his human body, full of blisters and red marks, signs of burns and mustard gas scars prominent around the blonde's figure.

"Haah...Cough...Cough...!"

He crawled out of the Titan's decaying body, coughing out bodily fluids, blood and mucus—his body burning and aching—nerves and pain receptors sending signals to his brain that it was under attack, at risk of dying.

"Huurrng...Fuck..Cough!"

His eyes felt like they were going to melt—salty tears and wails of pain pleaded for this nightmare to end.

Zeke dragged his steaming body away from the cloud of gas, weakened. There was only so much that Titan regeneration could heal. Chopped off limbs, and partially destroyed organs, but that was it.

Zeke had no idea what was affecting him right now but it was causing severe lung tissue damage on a microscopic level.

'It was that thing...I inhaled...Augh...' He surmised, grasping at the tainted grass and dragging his body forward another few centimetres. 

He really wanted to die.

"So this is the Beast Titan, right?"

"I think so... It's the first time I've seen one before. What about you?"

The two figures who incapacitated him loomed over, holding rifles and dawning protective gear, rendering the gas's effects null. Zeke tried to listen in on their conversation, but another sharp inhale of mustard gas rendered him a coughing mess.

He was barely conscious at all.

"Meh...He looks more scary as a large Titan instead of this pathetic thing."

"Hm, but he does control Titans, or...turns people into Titans," One of them murmured casually. "So I think we best leave him here to fester and die?"

"I don't think he can die...He would've been dead on the first inhale—the Captain said so."

"Then do we bring him into captivity?"

"That would be a bad idea," The OFTL terrorist said, shaking their head. "Why don't we just tie him up or something?"

"And then do what?"

They shrugged. "I don't know! Shove him into a hole, like a plant, or something—Just keep this...dying corpse from actually regenerating or escaping. I'm pretty sure we can use him in the future."

The two glanced at Zeke, who had stopped moving, finally losing consciousness. The pair, who had stopped their senseless banter, didn't seem scared or afraid of the Beast Titan anymore, ever since incapacitating him with ease.

The steam that rose from Zeke's burnt flesh, combined with the gas's attempts at burning through said flesh was an eerie sight.

"I don't want to touch him..."

The second terrorist tilted their head. "Why? You have the gag, I don't. I just have the gas."

"Yeah, but he looks fleshy and...augh...fine!"