The entire Shiganshina District has nearly a thousand garrison personnel. Over the past three years, they have accumulated a large number of old and damaged equipment. There are only eight blacksmiths in the entire area. Including their apprentices, there are less than 20 people in total. To be responsible for the maintenance of so much equipment—the task is undoubtedly very heavy.
At this time, all personnel gathered in the hall of the equipment warehouse.
Shiganshina District is so small, and everyone is registered, so they are actually familiar with each other.
"Harry, I heard that you have been living a very comfortable life recently. I am really envious."
"Oh, who made Harry receive such an outstanding apprentice?... After only two months of study, his ability has caught up with that of an old apprentice with three years of experience, and he is still so hardworking. It is really a blessing for a fool.~"
"Who are you calling stupid?!"
"Hahaha~~~"
Ignoring Harry and the other's chatter, Ronan looked around curiously.
This equipment depot was obviously very old, and no one had been here yet, so it looked very aged.
It could be imagined that most of the equipment was also in this state.
As for the personnel of the garrison, they were all in a lazy state.
More than a hundred years of peace had already worn away their sharpness and patience. Almost everyone was just eating and waiting to die—either bloated, drunk, or listless. It was obviously unrealistic to expect them to deal with the Titans.
In Ronan's mind, during this period, and even for a long time afterward, except for the Survey Corps, which had decent combat effectiveness when facing Titans, the other corps were basically just "giant rations"—useless. Especially the conservative Military Police, who were only thinking about fighting within their nests, with no consideration for the bigger picture.
This country had been at peace for too long—it needed a heavy punch to wake it up.
Shaking his head slightly, not wanting to think about it too much, Ronan retracted his gaze, ignored the looks from the people around him, and quietly waited for the arrival of the Garrison Corps personnel.
No one cared much about Ronan's attitude.
There were a few other blacksmith's apprentices who cast disdainful or provocative glances at him.
There was no way around it—Ronan was definitely "the child of other people's family" among the younger generation of apprentices in Shiganshina. He was often used as an example to educate other young apprentices, so it was inevitable that he'd draw strange looks.
Fortunately, the personnel from the Garrison Corps arrived soon.
It was none other than Hannes, the man who saved young Eren and Mikasa in the story.
"Everyone is here~"
He lazily glanced at everyone, his eyes pausing on Ronan's face for two seconds. Then Hannes retracted his gaze and said with a smile:
"I'm sorry to bother you all this time. The workload is a bit heavy, but I won't treat you unfairly afterward… It's still the old rules."
As he spoke, he wore an expression that said "You all know what I mean," and everyone smiled.
Well, there's something fishy~
Now that everyone was here, Ronan didn't ask too much and followed Harry to the door of the warehouse.
Several soldiers from the Garrison Regiment were guarding the door, looking lazy. After a simple check of the tools everyone brought, they let them pass.
As soon as they entered the warehouse, they saw many weapons and equipment covered with dust...
"It's been a long time since this was used—" Ronan said speechlessly.
Harry, in front of him, smiled and said:
"It's a good thing it hasn't been used. If the equipment here gets used, it means things have gotten really serious. No one wants to see that happen."
"However, it will happen next year—"
Ronan sighed but didn't say it out loud.
Without evidence, speaking such words would only label him a heretic and cause unnecessary trouble. He wasn't willing to endure that yet.
Seeing that Ronan did not respond, Harry didn't get angry. He pointed to the equipment area on the right and said,
"These are the pieces we're responsible for. Come on, let's get to work."
"Hmm~"
Nodding, Ronan quickly walked to the equipment area and opened the dusty box. One piece of standard equipment after another came into view.
He casually pulled out a very thin blade.
He had never touched this kind of equipment before, but a strange sense of familiarity surged up from deep within him. He casually swung it, and the feeling of being able to use it as if it were his own arm made him feel intoxicated.
"A knife specially designed to chop giants... I really want to have it—"
Looking at the thin blade in his hand, unused for years but still sharp and cold, Ronan tightened his grip, feeling a strange sense of security—as if he had the world at his fingertips.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a laugh:
"Little Ronan, do you want it?"
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