Attack on Titan: The Titan of Fate

Although his waist hurt from being pinched, Yago's heart felt warm. Without saying a word, he turned around directly and pulled the delicate figure behind him into his arms.

At a time like this, the only person who would casually pinch Yago like that was Annie, and our comrade Annie was extremely dissatisfied with Comrade Yago's recent behavior of neglecting home. After learning that Yago was going to lead the army on an overseas expedition, that dissatisfaction reached its peak.

Did that bastard Yago have any idea how worried Aunt Lucia was about him? He actually left without even saying goodbye. And what about her? Did he know how much she missed him? Hitch was right—once men get what they want, they stop cherishing it! Filled with resentment, Annie decided she absolutely had to teach that bastard Yago a lesson!

That was what she said, but Annie herself was startled by Yago's sudden embrace. All the resentment in her head vanished instantly. Because of the height difference, Annie was lifted right off the ground by Yago, her little face directly facing his.

Looking at the handsome face so close before her, whoosh! Starting from her fair neck, Annie's little face instantly turned bright red.

Yago also stared at Annie's flushed cheeks. They looked like ripe red apples, making people unable to resist wanting to take a bite. And of course, Yago really did bite down. It was his wife after all, why be polite? He wasn't a dense idiot like Eren.

After being affectionate for a while, Yago gently rubbed the tip of his nose against Annie's high nose bridge before finally setting her down. If Hitch were here, she would definitely be stomping her feet and yelling about how hopeless Annie was. Where had the momentum gone from when she wanted to teach Yago a lesson? How had she ended up practically melting into Yago's arms now?

"I didn't go back because I didn't want Mom to worry. This war is no joke. It may be even crueler than the war I experienced in Marley. This isn't a war between two countries—it's a world war that could involve dozens, maybe even hundreds of nations. Maybe even..." Supporting Annie's shoulders, Yago slowly spoke,

"Maybe even a war for the survival of us Eldians... and all humanity."

"War is cruel. I don't want to lie to you, Annie, but even I'm not confident I'll survive. And if us Eldians want to change our fate, we have to take part in this war. Annie... actually, I'm very selfish. I don't want you involved too. It'll be dangerous." Yago spoke honestly to Annie.

He truly had thought about keeping Annie out of this and had even discussed it with Mr. Leonhart. But both Yago and Mr. Leonhart understood Annie's personality very well. She would never agree. Before the expedition departed, Mr. Leonhart patted Yago on the shoulder and said, "Promise me. Bring Annie back safely with you. After you return, hold a grand wedding."

Looking at the endless sea, Annie couldn't help hugging Yago's waist tightly as she softly said,

"Yago, no matter where you are, I'll always follow you. Don't even think about leaving me behind. Never."

...

"Floch! Come over and have a drink with us! This wine was hard to save up!" Politely declining his comrades' invitation to drink together, Floch left the cabin alone and came to the deck.

Night had already fallen. A dazzling starry sky hung overhead, while shimmering moonlight reflected across the sea. As the cool night breeze blew across him, Floch's slightly muddled mind immediately cleared up.

Walking to the railing, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit a match. These leisure products from the outside world, like wine, were extremely popular in the army. Although military regulations strictly controlled the circulation of cigarettes and alcohol, soldiers who liked good tobacco and fine wine always found all sorts of strange ways to secretly stash some away.

When had it started? Floch didn't know. Sometimes he felt lost too. His life had never been especially complicated or exciting. From childhood until joining the Garrison Regiment, Floch had never really stood out. Later, he impulsively joined the Survey Corps out of passion, and only then did he realize how cruel reality truly was.

Watching comrades die before his eyes, watching the kind Squad Leader Scott sacrifice himself to save him—from that moment on, Floch perhaps found his first real goal. He wanted to eliminate every Titan and avenge the Squad Leader!

But everything that happened afterward far exceeded his imagination. Eldia, Marley, the Walls, Titans... when the truth of the world was laid bare before him, Floch, like Commander Erwin, temporarily lost his fighting spirit. He no longer knew what he was supposed to do.

Later, the upper ranks of Paradis Island approached him, hoping he could help develop the Revivalists in order to restrain the rapidly expanding Imperial Faction. Floch didn't really know much about the Revivalists. He had heard of Yago Norman's deeds, but he never paid much attention to them. Taking it as something to occupy himself with, Floch agreed to the upper ranks' request.

Perhaps it was talent. Or perhaps fate itself. The Revivalists grew increasingly powerful, and after the Imperial Faction's coup, they even became the largest organization on Paradis Island. As one of the Revivalists' founding members, Floch suddenly became an important figure.

Later still, parliament decided that he would inherit the power of the Colossal Titan.

That's right—the very same Colossal Titan that had once destroyed the peace of Paradis Island.

When Floch saw Bertholdt, he actually felt doubtful. Could such a tall, seemingly simple and harmless young man really be the Colossal Titan who destroyed the Walls? The contrast was too great. Floch couldn't believe it. Yet the mixture of pain and relief on Bertholdt's face deeply shocked him.

After inheriting the Colossal Titan, Floch's view of things changed somewhat.

How should he put it?

Whether it was Bertholdt destroying the Walls back then or Floch wiping out nearly ten thousand Marleyan soldiers in Siobeth District with a single nuclear explosion, that feeling of looking down upon ordinary people and trampling over lives at will...

Aside from bloodthirsty madmen and butchers, probably every inheritor of the Colossal Titan would feel pressure and burden from that sensation of crushing lives beneath them.

Even though he repeatedly told himself that the people he trampled were enemies, whenever he saw the hellish scenes before him, Floch's heart would still tremble.

Was that weakness?

Or had he been influenced by that young man named Bertholdt?

The cigarette quickly burned out. Thinking too much about it no longer mattered. It was merely occasional sentimentality. Human nature was simply like that. Floch actually enjoyed smoking too, but he knew restraint.

Just like within the Revivalists—even if he didn't worship Yago that much, he would still absolutely lead the Revivalist soldiers and fearlessly dedicate their hearts for the revival of Eldia!

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