[Crossposted onto A03 under the same name]
Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, the Masterpiece of the White Room has gone missing, disappearing into thin air one night before the end of spring break. His whereabouts are unknown, his condition even less so.
In his...
This is so beautiful. 100k views is actually so crazy—I don't think I can properly articulate how massive that is. I don't even think I've seen 100k people irl...
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"Okay, so let me get this straight..." Hange muttered, her pen resting against her cheek as she flipped through her notebook, eyes darting across the pages. "A general rule of thumb is that Eren can most likely manage..."
"Three transformations," Annie interrupted, her voice flat and bored, eager to end this tiresome exchange.
"Right... three," Hange echoed, barely glancing at Annie, already scribbling more notes. "And with each transformation, the energy consumed increases, causing a noticeable reduction in size. If he exceeds the limit, he'll need to rest for a while before he can—"
CRACK!
ROOOAAAARRRRRR!
A blinding flash of lightning struck near Eren's position, the bolt illuminating the scene as everyone instinctively flinched. When the dust cleared, a new Titan stood, but something was wrong—terribly wrong.
Eren's Titan form was grotesquely thin, skeletal to the point of being barely recognizable. It wobbled on its feet, struggling to stay upright, as if the body itself was giving out. The muscles that usually bulged and rippled beneath his skin were all but absent, leaving only frail bones and loose strands of flesh.
Worst of all, the protective layer of muscle tissue surrounding the human body at the Titan's nape hadn't fully formed.
THUD!
His Titan collapsed after a few pitiful, shaky steps, slamming into the ground with a thud, sending dirt and debris flying.
Annie felt a flicker of satisfaction at the sight. Eren was clearly still inexperienced, and it was painfully obvious that he couldn't sustain himself in a prolonged battle.
He might have power, but the lack of control and stamina was glaring. In a real fight against her—or the Warriors—he wouldn't last. Annie could already envision a future where Eren would get pulverized in Shiganshina.
Letting out a silent breath, Annie returned her attention to Hange, who, to her surprise, wasn't even watching Eren's crumpled form like the rest of the Scouts.
No, the Titan-obsessed scientist was utterly absorbed in her own thoughts, detached from the reality unfolding in front of her. Annie couldn't help but question if Hange even registered Eren's near-death state.
"Speaking of which..." Hange rambled on, her voice like an incessant buzz in Annie's ear. "Those crystals you made back in the forest—you know, when you wiped out half of Levi's squad—yeah, those. Can you produce an unlimited amount? Or is it...?"
