𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄 | eren yeager

16 | Necessity

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"You should be able to do it if you stick to the basics. Don't try to get fancy."

Mikasa nodded at (Y/N)'s words, explaining it further to Eren as she fixed his belt and the ropes attached to them, "Stiffen the muscles of your upper body, and let your lower body hang loose. Just keep your balance, while slowly shifting your weight to the belts on your waist and legs."

"You can do it if you just relax," Armin comforted him, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Even I managed it, and I have no coordination at all."

Eren looked at the blond, smiling nervously at him, before nodding his head, "I have a feeling I'll get it this time. Lift me up, Armin!"

With a nod, Armin quickly moved over to the machine's controller, slowly starting to lift the brunet up, "Here you go!"

The machine started creaking under his weight as the ropes slowly lifted Eren's feet up from the ground, making him wobble a little bit. For a while it looked like he was doing pretty good, but only after a few seconds the wobbling turned into swinging, and soon Eren's upper body was falling towards the ground. He yelped as the three yelled his name, his forehead making contact with the hard ground of the training field.

"Hey... Last night, didn't that guy say he was gonna wipe out the titans? And he's already almost killed himself on step one, posture control training!"

"Tell me about it... How's it possible for anyone not to grasp that? How the hell does he plan on slaughtering the titans anyways?"

"You got me... But at this rate he'll be kicked out before he even gets a shot at it."

"Good! There's no reason to waste food on him!"

"Eren!"

Mikasa slammed down her hand on Eren's shoulder, finally bringing the brunet back from his thoughts. Eren yelped, rubbing the spot she had hurt as the ravenette started glaring at the people talking about him.

"Don't listen to them, Eren. They have no right to judge you," (Y/N) muttered, trying to encourage the boy sitting in front or her, "All you have to do is get it down tomorrow."

"Besides, what's important is getting enough to eat so your body will make more blood to replace what you lost today," Armin added from the other side of the dining table.

Eren sighed, turning his gaze back down to the food in front of him. He slowly placed a spoonful of the dry soup into his mouth, swallowing it, before speaking up, "Tomorrow... If I can't do it tomorrow... What should I do...?"

"I'm telling you, there's no sense in getting worked up over it now..." Armin sighed.

"It's pathetic..." the brunet mumbled, his voice wavering like he was about to cry as he touched the bandage on his forehead, "How am I ever going to eradicate them like this...?"

"You shouldn't set your sights on that anyways."

Mikasa's stoic voice caught the three off guard as they turned to look at the ravenette, her comment making Eren's eyebrows rise, "Huh?"