When I see the scene in front of me, nothing but hell can describe this scene. As far as the eyes can see, there are Titans and Titans—more and more Titans coming from the broken gate of Wall Maria.
The Armored Titan who had broken the gate is sitting on his knees; with a yellow spark, it stopped moving entirely. Reiner has come out of it, I guessed, and confirming my guess, the Titan's body started to evaporate.
I was trained to remain calm in every situation, and even more, this is not the first unexpected supernatural event that has happened to me. Being reborn as an evil character in a story is much more shocking to me than being regressed in time.
I know the Attack Titan had the power to glimpse into the future and even alter some things, but to regress into the past in my child body—this was something new for me.
Now, I looked at me, it seems I was about to go and shout the lines like I going to kill all the titans or stuff, In the story, I didn't give much attention to that, but by now, all the memories of Eren had fully integrated with me. Eren's actions and words were all full of brat syndrome.
He was such a brat; by now, he would have gone to the edge of the boat and shouted like some shounen protagonist that I will kill every single one of you damn Titans or something like that. On the other hand, Mikasa seems much more mature and calm than him.
But it's time for this trio to end. I can't babysit some brats so they can turn against me in the future. I don't have a plan for the Rumbling, but the future holds unknowns in its womb. And judged by their actions in the battle before my regression, they all are stubborn like moles. So, rather than trying to change them and wasting my time, it's better to make a practical plan.
Like how to use the Titan's power and convince Ymir to grant me the Founder's powers. It is said that even the royal family isn't aware of the time power of the Attack Titan, so there's a chance that Ymir is also unaware of them. Otherwise, given her nature and status as the eternal slave of the royal family, she must have told them about it like the powers of the other Titans.
There's also a chance that she herself knows about the powers but didn't tell the royal family; heck, in the story, it's not even sure that she even had talked to anyone in that soul world.
On the other hand, Mikasa and Armin also opened their eyes.
Mikasa doesn't know the situation she was in. It was just a dark blank before just a moment ago, and now she is here. She didn't even try to survey the situation because of the figure in front of her.
"Eren!" she shouted.
She doesn't even wait for the next breath to enter her lungs as she throws herself onto him. She hugged him from behind.
I was lost in my plans about how to get the powers of the Founding Titan, because even if you don't bother with a snake, it's not guaranteed that the snake won't bother with you.
And the snake of a nation called Marley—full of venom for Eldians, and specially the Eldians of Paradis—is gazing at these walls. In their words, it's a holy campaign to give punishment to the Eldians for the evil deeds their coward kings had done.
I also don't have any favourable impression of that coward king Karl Fritz. For his and his ancestors actions, he left the Subjects of Ymir behind so the world could vent its anger over the evil deeds they committed onto them.
And as he wished, the world has been torturing the Subjects of Ymir for years, but his other bloodlines—like the royal family in Paradis and the duke who became the kingslayer—are living their lives in full luxury and debauchery.
If he wants the Eldians to face the consequences of their actions, then the most severe actions should be faced by him and his main royal bloodline. But even now, they are living in full glory—or I should say, they were living in full glory, before Grisha Yeager made a royal sauce out of them.
Although I don't like mindless killing, killing those pigs was the best decision that Grisha Yeager had made in his life. You can say it was a best decision on the same scale as his worst decision of trusting his son. Come on, trusting a some-years-old child to keep a nation-level secret in his belly is nothing but a fantasy, and he paid for it dearly too.
But then, Thrust, thud! Just like I was hit by a car, something bumped into my back. My lungs lost their breath for a moment. Just when the momentum was about to carry me to the edge of the boat, two hands closed around my waist. The hands are small, but the grip is stronger than a normal adult. I understood that as I tried to free myself to see who it was.
If I remember correctly, there wasn't any scene of Eren getting into a fight on the boat. But maybe there is a chance that due to my coming back into the past, a butterfly had flapped its wings.
Just then, a sound dispersing all my thoughts rang in my ears.
"Eren, Eren."
Mikasa, who had hugging Eren from behind, repeated his name twice. She wants to confirm that it's him, that he is fine. Thank God he is fine; she can't express the happiness she is feeling now. Eren is still alive, his head is fine, everything is fine.
When she came to her senses, she noticed that Eren had stopped moving and he hadn't spoken a single word. When she loosened her grip, he fell forward onto his face; thankfully, Armin had caught him. He had fallen subconscious because of the tight grip. Well, as the Titan holder it's a shame, but his body is just ten years old with almost no training, let alone the level of fitness the adult Eren had.
Mikasa looked around. People are watching them with strange looks. Then something clicked in her mind. Looking at all the strange gazes around her, her mind couldn't register what's going on, and why these people are in the middle of a battlefield.
And how did they become so big? When she noticed that the people in front didn't become big, she realized she had somehow become small. And these people didn't come into the middle of the battlefield out of nowhere, but she is on a boat.
This boat, these people—why do they seem so similar, like I had been here before too? Then it knocked in her mind: isn't this the same boat in which they had fled after the wall was breached by the Colossal and Armored Titans? And all these people looking at them with strange gazes are the refugees just like them, running for their lives. And this boat is going to the refugee camp that she had even forgotten how it looked.
Eren, in Armin's hands, also opened his eyes and looked at the blond boy and the black-haired girl in the red scarf looking at him. Their eyes don't have the spark that the eyes of children have; unlike that, they seem like they had seen many things.
Could it be?
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