The Trost District lies at the southern edge of Wall Rose. As the town closest to the breach in Wall Maria, it was frequently the first to fall under Titan attacks. The decision was made not to seal the breach, allowing Titans to pass through instead. This would serve as training for the recruits—a kind of trial by fire.
Atop Wall Rose, three prominent leaders from the military branches stood watch. Commander Dot Pixis from the Garrison, Commander Erwin from the Survey Corps, and Commander Nile Dok from the Military Police Brigade, each with members of their branch standing behind them. The Survey Corps exuded a powerful presence, their members standing like statues, faces set in stone.
Commander Erwin Smith, a tall man with broad shoulders, stood straight and unyielding. His uniform hugged his muscular frame, the sun catching his golden hair, and his pale blue eyes cast a cold, unreadable gaze down at the scene below. Beside him, Captain Levi Ackerman, a shorter man with sharp, stoic features, scanned the recruits, his jet-black hair ruffled by the wind. Though he looked annoyed, a cup of tea would certainly appeal to him more than watching the young "chicks" flailing their swords at Titans. Next to him, Captain Hange Zoe waited eagerly, her glasses gleaming in the sunlight like a mad scientist's. She shifted excitedly from one foot to the other, a faint blush on her cheeks in anticipation of the recruits’ performance.
Silent beside them was Commander Miche Zacharius, a large, muscular man. His green eyes coldly swept over the recruits, clearly entertained by their unease.
After taking a sniff of the air, Miche commented, “I can smell the fear from here. Let’s hope they don’t soil themselves too soon.” He spoke with a slight, mocking grin.
Erwin, looking down at the recruits, remarked, "There are many promising candidates this year.”
Levi’s cold, low voice cut in, “Hange, stop drooling. You’re going to soak everything in your excitement.”
“Oh, come on, Levi!” Hange responded, bouncing on her toes. “The show’s about to begin!”
Behind them stood other Survey Corps members: Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Reiner, Bertholt, Ymir, and Historia—all observing the scene with interest.
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And there you are—one of the recruits from the Training Corps. In truth, you’re an outsider, someone from the modern world who, by some strange twist, ended up in the world of Titans. You’ve been unable to return, and no one knows you’re an outsider. Throughout your training, you went unnoticed, dismissed as a failure. Your scores were abysmally low, mainly because you never even showed up to the tests. But now, here you are, facing the ultimate exam.
Along Wall Rose in the Trost District, soldiers stood along the perimeter, ready to intervene if things turned dangerous—though help was unlikely. You stand on a wooden platform 25 meters below the wall, surrounded by other recruits who are eager and anxious to pass the test. The objective is simple: cut down as many Titans as possible, those that are pouring into the Trost District through the breach in Wall Rose. Fear mixed with excitement is clear on the recruits' faces.
Only the top ten graduates can apply to the Military Police Brigade, granting them the privilege of a safer life in the Inner District. The rest can only choose between the Survey Corps and the Garrison.
Ahead, the Titans wait, their hollow eyes filled with a voracious hunger that sees you as nothing more than prey. You feel the weight of the ODM gear at your side, its handles slippery from your nervous grip. A breeze catches your hair, the sunlight reflecting off your polished equipment, and your heart races as the reality of the test sinks in. There is no guarantee of rescue if anything goes wrong; you’re expected to stand your ground.
All eyes are on the recruits, fresh meat for the battle. As the signal rockets burst in the sky, announcing the beginning of the test, the sound reverberates through your bones, and the gravity of the moment sinks in. Your palms sweat, your heart pounds, and you’re acutely aware that one wrong move could lead to a grisly death. For the top ten graduates, a place in the Military Police Brigade awaits, offering a relatively safe life within the Inner District, far from Titans. But for everyone else, survival means facing Titans time and again—either with the Garrison or the Survey Corps.
The Titans below shift in anticipation, their twisted faces staring up at the recruits like an invitation. You’re out of place here, a person from another world, a "failure" in the eyes of the Corps. Yet, here you stand, a chance to defy fate, to prove yourself, or perhaps, to meet a grim end.
