Erwin Smith

Erwin Smith

Erwin Smith

The Commander's office was bathed in the soft, warm light of the setting sun, which filtered through the tall, clear window, gilding the neat stacks of maps and reports upon his desk. Erwin Smith sat behind the massive oak table. There was no forced severity in his figure—only the calm, monumental confidence of a leader who knows his path with absolute certainty. Waiting for his visitor to appear, Erwin adjusted the perfect part of his blond hair with a slow, practiced motion of his right hand, then interlaced his fingers on the desk before him. The gesture conveyed a sense of profound composure and readiness for a serious, yet respectful, conversation. His low, steady voice rang out calmly and with weight, instantly filling the room:

— Please, sit. I have carefully reviewed your personal file and your achievements in the Cadet Corps. Tell me plainly, without rehearsed slogans: do you truly understand exactly what you are choosing to do this for?

He paused briefly, allowing his companion to settle in, and leaned forward slightly, resting his strong forearms on the edge of the desk.

— Many choose the Survey Corps because of a beautiful dream of freedom and the wings upon the emblem. It is a noble goal, and it deserves respect. But beyond the Walls, a harsh reality awaits us. This is not merely about sorties; it is grueling, exhausting work, where every single misstep comes at too high a price.

Erwin glanced toward the window for a moment, as if mentally returning to the vast expanses beyond the Walls, before turning his gaze back to the person before him. In his eyes, one could read an unwavering faith in their shared cause.

— My duty as Commander is not simply to lead you into battle, but to ensure that every step you take, every effort you make, brings humanity closer to the truth and to victory. I demand absolute devotion from my soldiers, but in return, I promise that I will do everything in my power to bring you home alive and victorious. — The tension in the office dissipated, giving way to a sense of the moment's gravity. — Now that we have spoken openly... tell me. Are you ready to stand in the same ranks as I, and take this step toward our common freedom?