[Comprehensive] It's the end of the world again

In 848, the southern training area.

The sun was a bit too hot for this season, so Jean put his hands on his head and squinted his eyes at the endless wasteland in front of him, complaining: "This kind of training without an instructor is impossible even if it is done well. into the gendarmerie."

Marco, the temporary monitor of the team leader, showed a helpless expression: "Let..."

"Oh." Alan rolled his eyelids, "Don't you know how to be patient?"

As a training, it is too boring to maintain a sense of crisis in a situation where there is no danger. All the squads are divided into two teams, starting from the training base, and going to the destination along two routes respectively. After getting the tokens and exchanging information Return along the route that the other team came, [-] kilometers one way.

Allen's first class was led by Marco, Amin was responsible for recording everything that happened in the wasteland, the second class was led by Thomas, and Mikasa was in charge of recording.

"Hey! I said you are looking for trouble, you bastard!"

Marko keenly smelled the smell of gunpowder, and hurriedly fought: "Let... Allen, stop arguing... concentrate on training..." Then he saw the blond recorder frantically picking up the pen, Hastily waved his hand: "Amin, don't remember this, it's just a small talk... small talk."

"I'm just complaining." He looked desperately at his friend who seemed to be worried that he would really fight with that bastard who was eager to die, "No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like there will be anyone here. There is a sense of crisis. ? to guard against lizards?"

A fat lizard crawled past in good time, turned to look at the humans as if hearing his name, and then passed them silently.

let:"……"

Marco couldn't help laughing out loud: "This kind of lizard seems to be rare."

"It's delicious." Sasha laughed. "In my hometown, people would hang it and eat it. It tastes a bit like muscle."

Rang asked in surprise, "Can you actually cook?"

Sasha waved his hand: "Of course, it's very simple!"

"Okay!" Jean showed a smile, and then rushed out with a sharp grip on the horse's belly, and while pulling out a sharp steel knife, he turned around and said, "If it is used as food security training, hunting lizards is better than marching like this! "

It seemed that someone called him behind him, but he didn't care too much. Anyway, this kind of training does not have an instructor to follow, and it will not affect the final score.

The lizard's running was not slow, which made me a little surprised by the vigilance of these wasteland creatures, but this was nothing to an excellent trainer. Let him speed up, and raised his knife high at a corner, but the next step For a moment, he realized something was wrong.

The lizard stopped meekly at a person's feet, rubbed the edge of his boots affectionately, and stopped avoiding as if it would no longer feel threatened by the training soldiers coming from behind.

I just complained about the desolation here, but the slap in the face came so unexpectedly, Ren touched his nose, raised his voice and asked, "Who are you?"

It was a sunny day, but that person was wrapped in a thick cloak. He heard the person's questioning. His figure was clearly that of a young man, but his movements were as slow as those of an old man. He raised his head, He poked his head forward as if he couldn't hear clearly.

It was only at this time that Rang noticed that this strange person who suddenly appeared in this wasteland probably had an eye injury, and a messy and heavy bandage was wrapped over his nose, and the lower half of his exposed face was thin and pale like a coffin In the corpse, he was emaciated, and the collarbone looming under the cloak was shockingly deep.

But such a dying person showed him a gentle smile: "Is it Mr. Trainer?"

"...Hmm." He responded blankly.

"Let!" The companions behind caught up, and the huge lizard turned around and ran away as if frightened. Marco sighed, "This is...?"

The man didn't speak.

"I should have come here with my family, and it doesn't look like I can come here with my own ability." Coney thought for a while and continued, "But we didn't see anyone else along the way. "

"Let's take him to the nearby military police," Christa frowned with a worried expression, she looked up at Marco to ask the leader's opinion, "We can't leave him here alone anyway. "

"This……"

"Anyway, what's the difference between bringing one more person and one less person at this speed." Jean shrugged, "And what if it's a trial arranged by the instructor."

"But..." The blond recorder was inexplicably vigilant, his eyes fell on the figure not far ahead, "Why is there someone here?"

The person at the center of the topic remained silent for a long time, his face was covered by a huge cloak, not even a ray of light could penetrate.

The wasteland south of Rose's Wall stretches for hundreds of miles. The difficult-to-cultivate soil has left no residents and villages here, and further ahead is a virgin forest that communicates with Otter and the Training Corps. In the last gendarme census There were no traces of human life at the time. Apart from caravans and smugglers, only those tenacious wasteland animals would appear here.

Why... would there be someone?

"You must be thinking too much, Amin." Jean didn't care, he patted the recorder on the shoulder, and comforted him: "He looks like he's dying."

There was one more person who looked extremely weak. Although the marching speed was much slower, when they reached the hinterland of the forest, it was completely dark, and Marco decided to join the second squad the next day.

The strange person never said a word along the way, but everyone seemed to have preconceived that he couldn't speak, so they didn't ask any more questions. At first, I was a little confused, but after thinking about it, it might be that the other party had something to hide, so I just Didn't think much about it.

But something went wrong that night.

Amin woke up amidst a flurry of noise, and was about to turn his head, but the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of his head, and a man's voice whispered next to his ear: "Don't move."

He looked around, there were many people on the other side, and all of them were equipped with guns. He opened his hand, indicating that he had no intention of resisting.

The strange person disappeared as expected, Amin frowned, was it really a bait?

At this moment, a familiar scream came from not far away, and the training soldiers who had fallen asleep on the ground suddenly woke up, and then saw the muzzle pointing directly at the eyebrows in front of them——

"Put all the three-dimensional maneuvers in the middle and you all go over there!"

Allen stared fiercely at the leader, as if waiting for a counterattack at any time. Of course, the desperado noticed the trainer's eyes. He smiled disdainfully, and put the muzzle of the gun on the trainer's eyebrows: "It can't be killed anyway. Giant, why don't you stay and let us make a fortune."

"Also, if you act rashly, your companion will die."

A tall figure restrained the blond girl, and walked out from the depths of the forest. The long curve was clamped around the neck of the trainer, as cold as the moonlight.

"That's right," a smiling voice took over his words, "If you act rashly, your companion will die."

The next moment, three gangly accomplices fell from the sky and fell hard on the open space in front of the leader. When he turned his head suddenly, the black muzzle of the gun was held between his eyebrows.

The person who came took off the hood with one hand, and under the bandage there was a faint amber gleam like old wine, and the short gray hair leaked from the gap in the bandage: "The last one who embezzled military supplies was thrown out to feed Odd species."

He pulled off the loose bandages on his face, the sickly paleness of the day had completely disappeared, and the young man in front of him looked healthier and stronger than anyone else.

He moved the muzzle of the gun away, and with a smile he learned from Enoshima Junko, he said, "Bye~bye~"

'boom'

The leading man's legs softened and he knelt down, only to realize that he had forgotten to breathe, the scorching heat from the empty gun seemed to remain between his brows, and the scimitar in his hand had been taken aside. The trainee who had already broken free from the restraints snatched it away.

Yong smiled, pulled up his hood and was about to leave, but was pulled by the hem of his clothes.

As if with an inexplicable intuition, he knew who was behind him, but he had no intention of stopping at all, and without looking back, he pushed away the hand that was not very forceful——

"Thank you for your help, Master Trainer."

From beginning to end, he never looked back.

An almost painful palpitation suddenly twisted his heart, and the trainer stared blankly at the back, but couldn't make any sound.

-

Three years have passed since the Wall of Maria fell, and after the initial period of panic, the people inside the high wall were able to live as smoothly as before.

The moment he woke up in this world again, he realized that this place was different.

It's not about time, it's about history.

Some kind of strange power erased all traces of his existence, Nanaba still joined the Survey Corps, Erwin became the regiment leader, Levi, the strongest human soldier, and Hanji, his former squad leader.

And Armin.

In their memory, there is no one named Yong Igwu anymore.

But this is not a kind of luck, anyway, he will leave sooner or later, what difference does it make if he remembers or not.

He never intervened in their lives again.

It took him more than half a month to sort out the huge memory reserve inherited from Amin. It is hard to imagine that a young man who is only 25 years old has such inexhaustible knowledge in his mind, medical, military, etc. , technology, philosophy, and memories and the truth about giants.

Thanks to the power of the giant, he can live as long as there is light, but the appearance seems a bit scary compared to normal people.

It was midsummer, and the sun was so hot that it was a little dazzling. Although the muscles on his body were able to relax and grow vigorously because of absorbing the fierce sunlight, he still put on another cloak.

The air in this era is still very fresh, and the pedestrians coming and going in the small town seem to know each other, and the way they smile and say hello when they pass by looks warm and beautiful.

A group of fluffy white clouds floated beyond the high wall, embellished in the blue sky.

He bent his lips and looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, he seemed to be bumped against his leg. He blinked, lowered his head, and found that it was a little girl with braids.

Probably because of the pain from the bump, her little nose was red, she hugged his leg, looked up at the somewhat terrifying face but was not frightened, Nuo Nuo said: "It hurts, I want to whir."

He laughed, and before he had time to say anything, the little girl on his lap was pulled back by the father who came after him. The man seemed shocked when he saw him, but he still pulled the little girl. Hand: "Tao An, what should you say when you hit someone?"

The little girl pursed her mouth and said softly, "I'm sorry..."

He smiled and patted the top of the girl's head, and walked into the crowd.

The author has something to say:

Gentle people get kindness in return

look, she remembers you

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读者“妍黛”,灌溉营养液+102017-11-0510:54:47