Talking

Thinking

Technique/Attack

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This is the end…

This was all Jean could think. Titans were pouring in from the breach in the wall south of Trost. The vanguard sent ahead of them was almost completely wiped out, and here he was, rushing to his own, no doubt, gruesome death. His short, light brown hair flapped in the wind as buildings whisked by him as his 3D Maneuver Gear pulled him along. Already he had seen how the Titans eat people, seen his comrades in arms die gruesome deaths.

Dammit, why did this have to happen now, the very god damn day I could have joined the Military Police and be far away from these freaks?

Jean put his internal ranting on hold as he saw several of his fellow trainees stopped on one of the many roofs of the city. Jean altered his course using his 3DMG and skidded to a stop next to his compatriots. Several of them he recognized off the bat, including Connie, a young man who prefers to keep his head shaved, as well as Armin, a short blond boy who was sulking against the wall of a taller building. Marco as well as the rest of Jean's squad stopped with him.

"What's the situation?" Jean asked the closest trainee, who happened to be a tall man by the name of Reiner.

"We're running low on gas for our gear, and we found Armin like that when we got here, just sitting there."

"Shit," Jean cursed as he noticed just how much lighter his gear was as well compared to when they started this suicide run, "Now what the hell do we do?"

"The obvious thing to do would be to get back to the forward base and refuel, however…" Reiner trailed off as he looked out towards said base visible in the distance. Jean followed his gaze and immediately understood the message.

The base was literally crawling with titans. Jean summed up the situation with a single word.

"... Fuck."

Jean was just about to sit down and call it quits, when Marco suddenly yelled out, "Hey guys, there's somebody down there?"

Jean looked over to Marco and saw him pointing down towards the streets. Looking towards the streets himself, Jean's eyes went wide with shock at seeing by far the strangest person he had ever seen shorter than 3 meters casually walking down the street. The man on the street wore nothing remotely recognizable to him as it looked like some green coat with a red sash wrapped around his waist to hold three katanas. Strangest yet, the man's short hair was a vibrant green. Green! How ridiculous is that?

Many of the other trainees had their own two cents to throw into the bizarre scene.

"What the hell?! I thought everybody was evacuating north!"

"What is he doing here?! Does he have a death wish?!"

"He won't last a minute down there!"

"Is his hair fucking green?!"

It was at this point, while staring at this stranger, that Jean noticed his posture: relaxed, right arm resting over his katanas, left hand scratching the back of his head as he first turned this way, then that way, than the other way again, all the while muttering to himself. Jean concluded that either this man was severely lost, or severely insane.

"Hey!" Jean yelled down towards the stranger, gaining the strange man's attention, "What the hell are you doing here?!" With the man now facing them, Jean could make out that the upper front of his coat was open, revealing a large scar running diagonally down his impressively muscled torso, as well as the much smaller scar covering his left eye and the green haramaki covering his abdominals beneath the coat.

The man seemed to pause at the question before casually replying, "Walking, what does it look like?"

This of course only confused Jean more. "Don't you know that everyone is supposed to evacuate north?!"

A clear look of confusion entered the strangers voice as he yelled back, "Evacuate? From what?"

Jean felt a vein throb in his forehead as he nearly screamed in frustration, "THE FUCKING TITANS OF COURSE!" Jean breathed heavily while the stranger merely looked like he was thinking. When the stranger looked back up, the last question the trainees ever thought they'd hear came out of his mouth.

"What's a titan?"

Silence reigned for the next several seconds over that street, interrupted only by the sound of a light breeze passing through.

Then the stranger spoke again, "By the way, could you point me in the direction of the nearest port? I need to get back to my ship, and I'll be damned if that witch puts me any deeper in debt because I got back late."

Marco chose that moment to ask the question that was on everybody's minds, "Is… is this guy serious?"

Any further questions were interrupted by a sudden rumbling sound drawing closer. While the stranger looked around confused, the trainees knew the sound all too well. The sound of a titan's footsteps.

"Hey you idiot!" Jean yelled down at the stranger, "You have to get out of here!"

"What?" the stranger replied, obviously not taking kindly to being called an idiot.

"I said you need to run! Get the hell out of h-" BOOM!

Anything else Jean said right then was drowned out by the sound of a 13 meter tall titan collapsing the roof of a house it accidently brushed passed as it turned the corner onto the same street as the stranger. The titan instantly set it's sights on the lone human in the middle of the street, and began to slowly lumber towards him.

"Oh shit, what the hell is he doin?!" Connie blurted out. Indeed, were any other sane person would have been running in the opposite direction, the stranger was just standing there, looking at the titan as if appraising it. The titan was appraising the stranger as his next snack, no doubt.

"Oi, I don't like that look you're giving me," commented the stranger nonchalantly. The titan continued it's approach, ignoring his words, if it understood them at all. "Fine, have it your way." The stranger then gripped the handle of one of his katanas, and casually pulled forth a blade as black as the night. The titan only drew closer, it's arms outstretched towards the stranger, fingers ready to grasp and mouth already salivating with the promise of another tasty human morsel.

The stranger responded to the titan's close proximity by merely raising the sword over his head.

The trainees could do nothing but watch on, stricken by a familiar morbid fear. The titan was already within arms reach of stranger. There was no way he could survive. All Jean could think was that another insane fool was about to throw his life away for nothing.

What happened next, however, the trainees would never forget for as long as they lived.

"Ittoryu: Yakkodori!"

With inhuman speed, the black katana was brought down in a slicing motion, well away from anything that it could possibly cut.

Only, it did cut. It cut the titan, the road, and even the house several meters down the road. The titan had half a second to think whatever last thoughts go through a titan's head, before with a gush of blood it collapsed forward, it's weak point cut in half, along with the rest of it's body.

The trainees openly gawked in awe at what they had just witnessed. The stranger, however, merely sheathed his sword as casually as he had drawn it. He paused to curiously glance at the titan corpse no more than five feet in front of him as it began to slowly disintegrate, then turned to the still stunned trainees on the roof.

"Is that all you're worried about? That's pathetic. This thing was way too fragile to be of any real challenge."

"F-Fragile?" Armin stuttered in disbelief.

"Wha… what kind of fucking joke is this?" Connie asked almost in a whisper.

"Hey!" Reiner shouted, startling the rest of the trainees, "Just who, and what the hell are you?!"

The stranger gave a smirk that could almost be considered sadistic and said, "The name's Roronoa Zoro, and I'm a pirate."

Author's Note: Well, I'll be perfectly honest. This idea has been with me for a while, and I decided to write it just on a whim. Not a very long chapter, I know. It's more like a sampling, just me trying it out to see if I like the idea or not. Personally, I'm not that impressed with it, and I honestly have no idea were I'm going with this. But, if you guys want me to continue it, who am I to deny you guys that. I'm sure I could do something with this.