Akira was a very unlucky teenage boy, ever since he was a kid he was always unlucky, however after the world decided to bend him over and fuck him in the ass.
Well after he died from getting struck by lightning 17 times, suffering a heart attack, an...
Well, today was an aptitude test for the machine, it was quite easy, however as he looked closer into it, something about it felt off.
As Eren faced slammed into the floor. Akira suddenly activated his Byakugan.
He could tell, the machine was defective, deactivating his eyes, he raised his hand.
"Cadet Akira do you have anything to say!" The man practically shouted.
"Yes...Eren gears are faulty, some of the pieces look out of place"
"And how were you able to estimate that"
"I...have very good eyes..."
"So you want me to believe that Cadet Eren is only failing because of the faulty machine and not because he is completely incapable of using it!"
"Yes sir..."
"and I am supposed to believe you on a claim because...."
Akira took in a deep breath, just for a million seconds turning on his byakugan before he opened his mouth and said.
"Top right...third screw bottom up is loosened"
The man walked toward the machine that Eren was using and low and behold, what Akira was saying was the truth.
For some unknown reason, Akira felt like the man was expecting this, wow, he truly was doing a great job at not standing out.
Being able to see such a loose screw, sure did scream about how mediocre he was.
'Good job Akira, you are sure not standing out!' he mockingly thought to himself.
As Eren was able to use another machine, he was able to find his balance relatively quickly, which was fine.
Akira's gaze met with the blond woman staring at him, she avoided eye contact but he knew, she knew that he saw her.
He swears if he sees someone else staring at him like this, they will be getting a throughout check with his byakugan....
Actually, he was in no mood to see stains in people's underwear so he guessed they would be fine.
The first day went fine, some training here and there but nothing too bad.
He really could have done it without any problem whatsoever.
He didnt even break a sweat, the machine was fairly easy to use, having full control of his center of gravity and all was quite useful in situations like this.
As he was making his way toward the training area, he was stopped by Eren.
"How did you see that the machine was broken?" The boy curiously asked.
"I have very good eyes" Was all he got from Akira who looked half bored.
"You must have insane vision!"
"It was a gift from my parents"
....
"He wants to thank you" Mikasa added much to Eren's displeasure.
Akira just smiled a bit causing the girl to stop, why did he feel so familiar...The big green monster known as jealousy could be seen, just a slight bit of it.
However, Eren was able to hold it back for a bit.
Pov change. The commander was seen in his room looking over the document of a certain cadet.
"Akira Hyuga"
"Hyuga" That last name did bring some memories from his childhood, the memories of some white eyes individuals.
He crossed out the Hyuga name from the Akira folder, this was probably disobeying the noble but he would be dammed before he let them know that one of them had survived.
Considering that the boy did not look a day over 12, he probably was very young when the incident happened, and might even have been a newborn.
He sighed a bit to himself, this batch of recruits was proving to be quite difficult, however they were quite promising.
An Ackerman and a Hyuga in the same batch, those 2 clans boosted the strongest individual, he wondered, which one between the two of them would come up on top this time around.
Meanwhile. Akira could be seen punching the wooden dummy over and over again, making sure to hit very specific points.
He was making sure he mastered hitting the dummy in specific spots all over again.
He was making sure he was extra calm throughout it all, he wanted his muscles to remember the movements, and he wanted that even if his body was unconscious he would forever remember those movements.
The gentle fist was an art he wanted to ingrain in his very bones, he wanted to know it so well that even if he were to die while fighting, his body would keep moving forward doing the movements as if on instinct.
He took in a deep breath.....He started to use chakra in order to make his blows deal even more damage.
64 strikes later and the wooden dummy had about 64 small dents, each dent being located where each pressure point was.
Akira looked at his work, he looked mildly annoyed, he had failed, the damage he was supposed to deal with was supposed to only be internal damage, and no evidence should be left behind.
Those dents were a dead giveaway that they were strike...he needed a way to do all of that damage internally.
He sighed to himself for a bit, he just walked away after a bit, leaving the dummy behind with those pressure points dent still on it.
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