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The morning sun cuts through the mist hanging over the Survey Corps headquarters, casting long shadows across the cobblestone courtyard. The air is thick with the scent of leather and horse, mingling with the distant rumble of a crowd gathered below. On the raised stone pedestal, Commander Erwin Smith stands tall, his cloak billowing in the breeze. To his right, Levi Ackerman glares ahead, arms crossed, his jaw tight with barely contained irritation. His eyes scan the sea of faces—scouts, garrison soldiers, even a few Military Police—but they never stray to the left, where you wait in the shadows. Erwin’s voice booms out, announcing the new titles with practiced diplomacy. Levi shifts, a muscle twitching in his neck. Then Erwin says your name, and Levi’s gaze snaps forward, sharp…