Eren and Mira walked off toward the camp, as the soldiers kneeling behind them slowly stood up.
"Wonder what's gonna happen," one murmured.The other just scoffed, "Worry first for what the commander has in store for us."
Mira had Eren's arm in her grasp. Without much talk, they reached the tent.
Mira's heart had been beating a little fast, but she didn't focus on that right now.What she wanted would come a little later.
First was this."Eren," she said.
He turned back.
"How... What'd you use there? Can you explain?"
Her voice had a bit of hesitation.
"I actually do not know how to say it—it was a complete blur, what I saw, and... most of all—it doesn't make any sense. You'd been with me since you were thirteen. No martial arts—nothing. You only knew how to walk and talk—always seeming too gloomy. I thought you were just a shy kid who didn't like to talk much. And then, you picked up some morning and evening exercises by fifteen."
