It was a desolate wasteland.

Towering dunes of sand as far as the eye could see, with only the bright blue of the stars to serve as a light in this cold, lonely world.

No great tree of light towered in the distance, its innumerable branches reaching out in billions of Paths, linking past, present and future together.

There was but one Path in this world of blue radiance. One line of light at the center of the world.

No young girl wandered these dunes, building the bodies of Titans, tens of metres tall, one pail of sand at a time.-

"Wait!" Hange shouted, shooting to their feet.

The Reader paused. They didn't seem annoyed or inconvenienced, like when Sasha interrupted to ask for food.

Then again, this entire setup was designed to encourage spreading knowledge through listening, talking, and thinking. To discourage talking about the story itself would be counterproductive.

Still... they weren't even five whole paragraphs in and already the story had shocked half the room.

This was going to be a looooooog reading.

"Titans are built! By sand! By a child!" Hange declared, trembling in excitement with every word.

"So there is magic in your world," Azazel hummed, rubbing his chin in thought.

"It explains so much," Hange rambled, their thoughts flying a mile a minute. "Their bulbous proportions, their idiosyncracies in appearance and behaviour. If they're sand, then they can be formed easily, but each will be different. And a child wouldn't have the skill or knowledge to create actual human forms. Eye to face ratios. Limb length or torso size. They're all a child's drawings!"

"You seem really invested in these man-eating monsters," Cao Cao stated, giving Hange a measuring look.

"Because they are fascinating! Did you know that-"

"Keep it quiet for now," Levi grunted, pushing Hange back into their seat. He knew that if they were going to get anywhere, he needed to keep the squad leader on a tight leash.

Hange looked affronted momentarily, but Erwin's look turned a complaint into a deep breath.

Once they had silence, the Reader continued as if they hadn't been interrupted.

-No Eldian ("Eldian?") goddess dwelled in this eternal prison, eternally trapped to her bloodline and the power that dwelled inside it.

("Are titans created to help break someone out of somewhere? Why?"

Levi smacked Hange to shut them up.

This time, it stuck... for a while.)

In this desolate wasteland, all existence was naught but sand and stars.

And a bench.

It wasn't a large bench. Long enough to support three adults if they were close enough to touch.

The bench's design was simplistic, with no extra flourishes or stylized embellishments, but it was well cared for despite clear signs of wear and tear. No splinters or frayed edges, despite signs of weather wear.

Its materials also were nothing special. Made of wood with iron fastenings, it wouldn't look out of place in a public park or on a sidewalk in an upper-class neighbourhood.

The bench, so at odds with the baren world around it, drew the eyes of the sole inhabitant of this wasteland like a moth to a flame. It lay thousands of kilometres away and yet so close. The only thing that existed in the empty world.

Eren Yaeger's tiny feet brought him to that bench.

All eyes turned to the boy again. A few looked down. Eren's brows were furrowed, and he glared at the Reader as if in a challenge.

His feet weren't tiny!

It didn't matter if his strides were short. He just had to put one foot in front of the other. Step after step.

Eren would reach it so long as he kept moving forward.

It took him years, decades, to travel to that bench in less than a second.

There were furrowed brows and confusion, but Azazel explained it easily... for most people.

"If it's the domain of a goddess, it could be relativistic time. One moment inside could be years outside."

Issei still looked confused, but nobody cared, and the story moved on.

Eren stared at the bench with blank eyes. Its top was eye level with his six-year-old body.

"That never happened." Eren declared with confidence. He might not have remembered everything from childhood, but he was confident he'd remember something like what was being described.

"'A possibility of a possibility.'" Michael quoted. "We should not take the story as actual fact but rather as fiction. A story of 'what could be.'"

"It's a fanfiction!" Serafall cheered.

Rias shook Akeno's shoulder in excitement, and the Queen gave her King a smile that spoke of long-suffering.

"Does this mean the origins of the Titans are false?" Hange looked devastated at the thought.

"Unlikely," Sirzechs shook his head. "You said it fit with what you've already observed. And the purpose of this... event is for us to gain knowledge, is it not? So, we should treat the 'story' as fiction but the 'Knowledge' as real. At least until proven otherwise."

That seemed to mollify the squad captain, and the room quieted down again.

The Reader continued.

Then he hoisted himself up and sat down.

The view before his eyes shifted.

The sky lightened from dark blue to a clear azure as the endless dunes of the Path were replaced with trees and a well-paved trail. In the distance, he could hear vehicles passing and spy hints of the tops of buildings peeking above the green foliage.

This was no forest, despite the denseness of the trees. This was a park, a slice of wilderness in a world of steel and cement.

It was a cozy little spot, drawing a yawn from Eren's young body.

"This bench is the meeting place," an older, tired voice told the young boy.

"Who am I meeting," Eren asked.

The man remained silent.

"Where is this? When is this?"

"Thirteen years in the future," the man answered the last question but ignored the first.

"Clairvoyance?" Michael asked seriously, and the entire right side of the room suddenly looked more alert.

That was an ability that changed everything.

After all, the only known clairvoyant was...

Eren looked at him then, understanding the importance of that number.

Most of those in the gathering room didn't understand the importance of thirteen years, except that thirteen was sometimes significant in some magical schools.

In the middle of the room, however, three graduates... three warriors suddenly looked at Eren with an intense focus.

They understood the importance of thirteen years.

Had this been why they had been called with the others? Had they found the coordinate? Or somehow wound up with the Jaw Titan they had lost. Those were the only possibilities.

...Unless he was the long-lost Attack Titan.

But why did Eren not seem to know about anything?

The man slumped, exhausted, against the bench's backrest. He collapsed in on himself as if he could not support the weight of his torso or head. His head rested against the wood, the seat frame supporting him so he could stare at the sky, where white clouds drifted lazily by.

His clothes were in tatters, torn and shredded and covered in blood. Small chunks of flesh were missing from his body, weeping red ichor openly. Slight wafts of steam rose from his injuries, but it was too weak to heal the numerous wounds.

That drew numerous looks from those on the left. Why would this man have steam coming from his injuries? That was how Titans healed.

The man's body was emaciated, skin sunken over what might have been a muscular form once, now nothing more than a husk.

A walking cane leaned against his legs, a pair of stylized wings the only ornament on an otherwise plain stick.

Grey eyes stared upward at the sky, ringed by deep Shifter Marks. More dotted his face along sunken cheeks like teeth. Still more covered every inch of exposed skin.

He looked weak. Battered. Injured. Sick.

He was minutes from death.

"Why are you smiling," the six-year-old Eren asked his nineteen-year-old self.

"What do you mean?!" Mikasa demanded. "What happened to him? Who did that?"

Thinking this mysterious dying man was a possible enemy or Titan was one thing.

It was a whole other thing to hear that it was Eren. A nineteen-year-old dying Eren.

Mikasa refused to allow something like that to happen.

Not to Eren.

Not ever.

"A story," Armin hurried to remind her, grabbing her arm to try and hold her back before she attempted to launch herself across the barrier. "Remember, just a story. This hasn't happened and won't happen."

"I'm fine," Eren grunted, also holding his sister back. "I never did... whatever this is. Whoever wrote this story made it all up. I'm not gonna die. Not until every Titan is dead."

Barely mollified, Misaka sat back down, but one hand held Eren's in place while the other clutched at her scarf.

Jean sat back down, no longer hungry.

The older Eren didn't answer, gazing up at the blue sky with a contented, fulfilled smile on his sallow face.

It didn't matter that he would die in thirteen years. He had already died once.

"He's a reincarnation," Cao Cao's smile was vulpine. When eyes turned to him, he grinned at Eren. "When a Hero's soul is strong enough, it stays whole after death and returns. My comrades in my faction are also reincarnations. This story is not the past. It is the future."

"No, it's not." Mikasa denied it, and Eren winced instinctively when her hand tightened on his wrist. Then he realized it didn't hurt.

"Reincarnated souls do not remember their past lives," Michael pointed out. "Unless your comrades also remember their past lives, he shouldn't if this were real."

Cao Cao shrugged, his smile undiminished.

What mattered was that smile.

The young boy was envious of that smile.

That pure expression of joy was the most hateful and beautiful thing Eren had seen in a long time.

When was the last time he had smiled?

"Can you do it again?"

The question was asked quietly. Softly.

There was a finality, a sense of encroaching doom and resolution in the voice.

Yet the older boy still smiled.

"Why would I?" Eren asked his older self. "I do not know why or how I was reborn in this world. My friends are not here. Historia is not here. Armin is not here. Mikasa is not here. There are no Titans, no Marley. No walls."

"Well, that proves it." Cao Cao said smugly.

Mikasa looked like she would have strangled him if she could.

"He knew Kris- um, Historia's name," Armin muttered, looking at the girl behind them. She tried to smile at the blond, and Ymir glared as if daring him to say something. Armin turned away quickly. "But what's Marley?"

"More interesting is that if it is the future, and he crossed over somehow, that would explain why we are all here?" Azazel asked, rubbing his chin.

Erwin listened but didn't say anything.

There was another point of note, one nobody wanted to bring up.

Why was a smile so hateful that the boy couldn't remember the last time he had done so?

"Can you do it again?"

Eren looked up at the azure sky, thinking about the question.

Could he go through it all again?

All the pain, tragedy, heartbreak, betrayal, guilt, and loss?

Mikasa's hand tightened on Eren's wrist again, but he barely noticed, too engrossed in his 'future.'

All the crimes he had committed for which there was no redemption?

'Crimes?' Many thought in curiosity.

Could he repeat it, become the enemy of the world despite knowing what lay at the end?

Cao Cao's smile only grew larger and larger as almost all eyes remained fixed on Eren.

This story was not painting him in a good light at all.

For one last time, could Eren Yeager, the Devil, dedicate his heart to something?

Sirzechs suddenly looked a lot more intrigued.

"I can."

"Then you'll know why I'm smiling."

"I suppose I will," Eren murmured as a nonexistent breeze brushed past the pair sitting on the bench.

"Remember, you only have thirteen years," the older Eren said softly, his voice fading.

As if whatever tiny glowing ember had kept him going for so long was finally sputtering out.

"Then I should get started," Eren said, standing from his seat.

The trees disappeared with the azure sky as his feet met the sand.

All that remained were the dunes of The Path, the countless stars above and the bench.

And a six-year-old Eren saw it all.

The Path.

The Enemy.

The Walls.

And the cost of it all.

"I see," Eren said, eyes gazing at the future he would build.

"So it is clairvoyance," Michael sighed, looking at the... boy who seemed to be the center of it all. "Have you always possessed this ability? Do you occasionally get flashes? Insights that you couldn't explain?"

"No," Eren growled, well and truly fed up with everyone either looking at him like he was a monster or as if he was made of glass. "This is all crap! None of this happened! None of this is gonna happen!"

"Yeah," Jean 'agreed.' "The suicidal idiot's not some great 'Devil.' He can barely use ODM gear. More than likely, he will end up in a Titan's mouth."

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"You-"

"Be quiet." Levi's glare panned from Eren, before he could answer, to Jean.

They might be physically safe, but both decided not to push it.

They'd both heard of Levi before, and even if this 'Reader' considered Eren more dangerous, the boy was very aware of the power of an Ackerman.

"Not yet," his older self corrected with a long, weary sigh of relief. "But you will."

The man on the bench, Eren from thirteen years in the future, died with a smile.

The bench faded from the Path.

Though Eren could see his future memories passed back to him by himself, there were gaps. Holes in a tapestry. Voids of darkness in an otherwise clearly illuminated Path.

He could not see the bench, who he would meet there or when it would be.

He could not see a reason to smile.

But he could see the end.

So Eren walked forward, gathering sand to build.

Even if he did not have a reason to advance now, Eren knew he would one day.

That was enough.

Eren Yeager would continue to push ever forward.

And, on a bench thirteen years away, Eren Yeager died alone with a small, content smile.

"Spoilers~" Serafall muttered under her breath with a pout, trying to break up the heavy atmosphere that had settled on the room.

It did have some slight effect, as her sister sighed and rubbed her eyes.

Before she could admonish her sister, though, the brief pause ended, and the story continued.

********

"Sir, please wake up," Sona Sitri shook the man's shoulder gently but firmly.

"Eh!?" Sona barely had time to mutter something in surprise at the sound of her name before she was pulled into her sister's chest.

"You stay away from So-tan!" Serafall threatened, her pink wand brandished toward the Dangerous Reader.

Sona struggled for freedom.

Fruitlessly.

Issei burned with envy.

The shift in focus of the story brought the right side of the room more into focus. They now actually had something they could grasp onto.

Sona Sitri was known to all of them (even Issei, if only as the Student Council President.)

Until now, it was all talk of other worlds and people they were meeting for the first time.

But now, one of 'theirs' was in the story. That made it more real.

Would they be next?

And... was this story also going to predict their deaths?

"Mm...?" He murmured groggily as he awoke.

"Are you alright, sir?" She asked, stepping away slightly as he grasped his cane tightly and used it as leverage to sit up on the bench.

"Hm?"

"You were crying," she pointed out.

The man raised a hand to his cheeks, feeling the two liquid streams. His hand followed the trail of tears up to the wet bandages that wrapped from the tip of his nose to his forehead.

"Huh," he murmured softly, as if surprised.

"Is everything alright, sir?" Sona asked. "Do you need medical attention? Shall I call an ambulance?"

"No, I am fine," he shook his head as he wiped his cheeks. "A long dream. That is all."

"If you are certain," Sona asked dubiously, eyeing his skinny frame. "What are you doing here this late? Are you a student of Kuoh University?"

This park separated the high school from the university campus, and while not private property per se, it was hardly used by anyone besides Rias' Peerage.

(Rias practically vibrated from excitement at the sound of her name in the story.)

The only reason Sona had even found the blind (Blind? More than one mind asked themselves.) young man on the bench was because she was patrolling the school grounds.

Well, it was less of a patrol and more of a victory lap.

Her election as student council president might have been an almost forgone conclusion, but it was still another step toward her dream coming true.

"Wait!!" Sona said, finally pulling herself from the 'Sister Trap' as she thought of it. "That's not right."

"Yeah, how come you never mentioned meeting a blind boy?" Rias asked.

"Because I didn't," Sona shook her head. "I did... hem," Sona gave a slight cough as her cheek flushed. "Patrol... after I was elected Student Council President. But I didn't meet anybody! And no benches are set up through that area of the school."

"Because it's not the future," Eren nodded in agreement with the heiress. "It's just a fantasy."

While that certainly seemed the case, there was a nugget that was starting to worm its way into Eren's heart.

If... Just if... this wasn't the future but a 'possibility of a possibility...'

Then what was his future that being the 'Devil' and 'enemy of the world' was such a possibility.

It might be prideful to want to inspect her 'spoils of victory,' but she was a devil. She was all about pride.

That inspection had found the young man sleeping on the bench in the park, well inside the wards they had over this park area. Which is why she had approached in the first place.

"No, I am not smart enough for university," he denied with a sigh as he leaned more heavily on his cane. His voice was... off, Sona realized. Dead. Empty. Like all emotion had been drained from him.

"Intelligence is not a requirement for school," Sona insisted, the comment pushing her buttons. "Only a willingness to learn. To claim stupidity as an excuse is nothing but cowardice and laziness. There is no one too stupid to learn. There are only those who refuse to."

There was a beat of silence.

"You're right. Ignorance is no crime," the young man gave a tired nod. "It is only a crime if you refuse to change after learning. Only a genuinely thick blockhead would do that."

"That's Eren," Connie said confidently, sitting back in his chair with a drink, well and truly stuffed.

Sasha was still eating.

"Nah," Jean surprisingly disagreed. "He's too much of a thick blockhead to realize he's one."

Their laughter died under Levi's glare.

For some reason, Sona was sure the young man was talking about himself.

Sona realized she might have said too much.

The man on the bench, blind and weak, definitely had his own circumstances. He probably had a good reason for not going to school. Perhaps he had difficulty with brail, or his goal was something his physical condition prevented.

Either way, if Sona wanted to accomplish her dream of building a school for everyone, she would need to stop passing judgment so quickly.

Especially with how young she realized the man truly was. He was only a few years older than her at most.

Sitting on the opposite side of the bench, Sona looked out through the thick throng of trees. Some hundreds of meters away, hidden from view, was the old clubhouse where Rias lived and met with her Peerage.

"So long as you know that, it is never too late to learn."

"Sometimes it is too late," he rejected firmly. "Too late to travel the world, even if you want to. To visit the poles, a volcano, or a desert. To see the ocean. Sometimes, you don't have the time or the ability anymore."

Eren's fists clenched so hard that his knuckles went white, and Armin looked down.

He sounded so tired.

So worn down by the beatings of the world that all he wanted to do was sleep.

Sona wondered what he had gone through to sound so exhausted despite only being a teenager. It was a voice she had only heard a few times. When her family talked about times before her birth or on the few occasions her aunt spoke of home.

"We don't have an aunt," Serafall pointed out triumphantly. "You'll need to get up really early if you want to pull one over on Miracle Girl Levi-tan!"

The Reader continued, ignoring the wand directed their way.

"You never answered my question," Sona pointed out. "If you aren't a part of the university, what are you doing here? You are not part of the high school either, or I would recognize you."

"No, I am not a student at all. I was just passing by when I found this bench. It seemed like the best place for a nap. No memories to bother me." Though he did not smile, the way he spoke made her think that the ability to forget was the greatest gift in the world. "Just the wind, the sky, and the trees. I'm moving into the area. There are no rules against me being here, right?"

"There aren't," Sona answered the question.

Technically speaking, this wasn't school grounds but a public park. There was no rule or law preventing anyone from wandering in. That was why there were benches in the first place.

But there was also a ward around the area that prevented people from coming in or noticing anything from inside. A ward designed to keep the practice of the young Peerages unnoticed by the city's populace.

A ward that might have been bypassed by pure accident by a blind man because it was intent and sight-based. He had no magic, no supernatural power that she could feel, so it may have been purely accidental.

"That..." Azazel started to say... then paused and gave the matter some thought. "That might work. If someone didn't intend harm, was completely ignorant, and blind, they would be able to get through most non-physical wards. It's highly circumstantial, but it could actually work."

"Or you could just sneak in, nyaa," Kuroka pointed out, casually sipping her sake.

Unlike everyone else here, she didn't care about this 'Eren' kid.

She was just using this opportunity to look at her sister and ensure she was doing all right.

Being able to flaunt it under the Satan's gaze just made it all the better.

"Not everyone is a crazy criminal," Rias said, once more placing herself between Koneko and Kuroka.

Kuroka's smile was all teeth.

Sona considered having her family servants change the ward to be more complete when a thought entered her head.

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen," he answered with a tilt of his head in her direction. "Why?"

"Why aren't you in school? Are you transferring in?"

"No, I am not going to school. I haven't for years since... this," he vaguely waived an arm over his body.

"When was the last time you had the chance?" Sona felt a pit in her stomach as he answered.

"In this country? I believe it would be the equivalent of... Elementary?" The way he half asked his answer filled the young heiress with horror.

Sona looked over at the left side of the room with profound pity.

"Do you know Japanese?" She asked the question desperately, though it didn't come across in her voice. Sona always maintained a professional demeanour when she could.

"Sasuga So-tan."

They had been speaking in English this entire time, which she had no trouble with, thanks to being a devil. Devils had an inherent ability to speak all languages fluently, but that was different for everyone else.

Kuoh was more metropolitan than most parts of Japan and thus had a higher percentage of people who were fluent in the lingua franca of the world. But a blind man should definitely speak the local language.

"I don't."

"What about your family? Are they familiar with the area or Japanese?"

"No family," he shook his head. "No friends. Just me. I'm all alone."

He didn't sound sad. Just a matter of fact.

The sky was blue, fire was hot, and he was alone.

Sona could only stare at the absurd existence before her for a second.

"If you don't speak the language, go to school or have family bringing you here, why are you moving to Kuoh?"

"I am here to meet someone," he shrugged softly.

"Who?"

"Don't know."

"Where then? And when?" Sona asked sternly.

Her wariness against the boy was starting to be replaced with genuine worry. There had to be someone out there who cared for him. He wouldn't have been able to survive otherwise.

"Here, on this bench," he said, patting the wooden seat between them. Then he paused as if searching for the right words. "As for when? I don't know exactly. Within two years. I know that much."

Sona mulled over the situation. Something had to be going on here that she wasn't getting.

"Do you have a place to stay?"

"A hotel nearby until I get a permanent address," he nodded, and the young devil sighed.

That was something, at least.

For a moment, Sona considered offering the young man a place at Kuoh Academy to keep an eye on him. Considering that Sitri and Gremory owned the school, it was well within her power, to say nothing of hypnosis. The gender restriction was to be removed this year to allow the heiress' Peerage to attend with them and widen the pool of potential recruits.

Eventually, Sona shook the thought away.

No, even if the boy wasn't years behind his peers, which he was, Kuoh was simply unequipped to handle a blind student on top of not knowing the local language.

A failing she would address in the future, but one that was relevant now.

Sona decided to bring that up at the next opportunity now that it had been pointed out to her.

Just because they didn't currently have a blind student didn't mean they wouldn't in the future.

Still, letting him go while he was so helpless in a foreign environment did not sit right with her. Rias might be a closet Otaku, but Sona knew that the Japanese were not kind to foreigners as a general rule. It was one of the reasons she was using the pseudonym of Souna Shitori rather than her actual name. Unlike Rias, with her red hair and outrageous... proportions, Sona could pass for Japanese, which made things easier for her.

This boy, on top of being foreign and not speaking the language, was clearly disabled. Sona could hardly think of an appearance more likely to ostracize someone in Japan. Sona might be a devil, but she still had a conscience.

"Are you still there?" The boy asked, his head facing the forest. "You are being quiet."

"I am still here," Sona answered seriously. "I am just trying to think about what to do with you."

"Do with me?" He repeated. Something in his voice made the young heiress hurry to explain.

"It wouldn't be right to let you leave when I can do something to help."

"You do not need to do anything," he insisted with a frown. It was the first show of emotion Sona had seen since waking him up. "I do not need help or a minder. I do not need to be babied."

"Definitely Eren," Armin muttered under his breath, and Mikasa gave a single nod of agreement and shot Sona a look that was commiserating to those who knew her.

To Sona, it looked blank... or even threatening.

"I am sure you don't," Sona agreed, though not in a patronizing way. She was well used to dealing with the pride of young men. If nothing else, he had moved to a foreign country alone in his condition. If that didn't speak about his ability, nothing did. "I was just wondering if you would like me to teach you Japanese?"

His frown lessened as he gave it some thought.

"It would be more convenient to be able to talk to people," he admitted grudgingly before suspicion entered his voice. "But why are you offering? You do not know me, and I don't know you. I can't pay you. I can give you nothing but my thanks."

"I want to be a teacher," Sona said resolutely. "One who will accept anyone. If you are willing to learn, then I will teach. As simple as that. Will you let me teach you?"

It would cut into her time as co-owner of the land, King of her Peerage and the new student council president.

But this was a chance.

She didn't know his circumstances, his goals, his history, or even his name. He was blind, claimed to be stupid, and was missing a decade of education. He also had a stubborn streak, a clear measure of pride, or he wouldn't be out here all alone.

Teaching him would be incredibly challenging.

But that was precisely why she wanted to teach him.

Sona Sitri did not dream of being a normal teacher.

Sona Sitri dreamt of a school for everyone. Her school would not discriminate on age, ability, race, status, or creed. Her dream school only had one requirement.

All who were willing to learn would be taught.

No exceptions.

Sona flushed slightly under the approving looks she was receiving from Michael and Azazel.

Serafall waived her two 'So-tan GO' flags.

It was a dream that flew in the face of thousands of years of tradition, a complete rebellion against her society and how the world worked.

It was a dream that only a handful supported and billions derided.

But it was Sona's dream.

One she would accomplish no matter what.

This blind, sick boy would be her first student.

First, she would teach him Japanese, then catch him up to his age group. Her job would only be done when he aced the university entrance exam.

If he was willing to learn.

"A teacher that accepts everyone, huh," he said softly. "That's an admirable goal. A good dream."

"I am dedicating everything to achieving it," Sona declared passionately, even if her voice remained as serious as ever.

There was a bit of a reaction from the left side of the room at the word choice, but nobody interrupted.

For a long moment, neither said anything.

"I will be a terrible student. I am no one special. I have no talent or genius. Things others grasp after one try will take me ten."

"It doesn't matter if it takes a hundred. A good teacher never gives up on their students. So long as you put forth the effort to learn, I will never abandon you."

"That's all I've ever been good for," he said. Another hint of emotion. Derision. "Blindly putting forth an effort, no matter the consequences. I suppose I will have to one more time."

"Then here is your first lesson," Sona said with a smile as she stood from the bench. "In Japan, when giving greetings, you are supposed to bow and address your teachers with the suffix 'sensei.' My name is Shitori Souna. Last name, then first name. You can call me Shitori-sensei when I am teaching."

While she taught him, she would look into him. There was no way he was all alone. Someone had to care for him, care that he was here. Maybe not family, but at least friends? Maybe whoever he was supposed to meet here.

He couldn't be all alone.

Nobody was born alone in the world.

"You'll have to forgive the lack of a bow," the young man said as he slowly rose to his feet, leaning heavily on his cane and holding out his hand to shake. "I am afraid I will not be able to get back up again. It is nice to meet you, Souna. My name is Eren. Yaeger Eren, if we go by this country's customs. I will be the worst student you will ever have."

Sona stepped in front of the young man who had faced the wrong direction and shook his hand.

"I will be the judge of that."

And so, a devil shook hands with The Devil.

It was the first meeting on the bench.

There was a pause as the first chapter ended, and the Reader reached for their drink before continuing.

"Did you realize?" Hange asked under their breath.

Erwin nodded.

"No point whispering," Vali interrupted. "We all have better senses than humans... Well, except for him."

The way the half-devil casually pointed his thumb over his shoulder at Issei made it clear that he didn't particularly care about the boy's feelings.

Rather than feel embarrassed, Erwin decided to share since they'd been caught.

"He's not blind," he noted simply. "The Eren of the story is simply using bandages to cover his eyes. He's pretending to be weak and letting the 'Sona' of the story make assumptions."

"What are your intentions for So-tan?" Serafall demanded, this time of Eren.

He just looked confused at the wand pointed at him.

"There was also something about 'shifter marks,'" Hange continued from Erwin. "If, as we suspect, this Eren has Titan-esque powers, he'd be healing from pretty much anything. It's possible these 'shifter marks' are a by-product."

"Maybe he gets Titan powers after this point in the story," Yuuto suggested. "He's waiting for someone. Maybe he's waiting for others from your world to give him powers."

"A possibility," Azazel acknowledged but shook his head. "But the nature of his clairvoyance is suspect. 'Holes in the tapestry.' It's a prophecy condition. He was only told enough to ensure that the future happens. If he knew who he was meeting and when then the future would change."

"Ms. Sitri may be who he was waiting for," Michael pointed out. "The framework of the story is suspect. One moment, he is six. The next he is on the bench, is probably years in the future and meets someone right away? Under the belief that this is all by design, whether his or someone else's, then any and every 'meeting' on the bench should be considered as 'the meeting.'"

While the older members were discussing framing and potential implications, Eren grappled with his own issues.

Such as Sasha trying to cheer him up by shoving a chicken leg in his mouth.

"Come'on," she laughed as Eren dodged out of the way. "When was the last time we had meat!? I was gonna steal some from the brass when we graduated, but this is even better. Ya gotta try this stuff."

"I'm not hungry," Eren said, pushing himself away and storming off in a huff.

Mikasa made to follow him as he started pacing, but Armin held her back.

"Give him some space," he advised. "It seems like this story, whatever it is, he's going to have a big part in it."

"...You don't think it's real, do you," Mikasa murmured, pulling her scarf up and watching Eren pace with worry.

"I... don't know," Armin admitted helplessly. "You heard the Reader. A possibility of a possibility. So... it probably isn't real in the sense that it will definitely happen, but... He... She... IT also said that this wouldn't be a happy story."

"We should leave," Mikasa said, looking from Eren to the large doors in the back wall. "Staying here is dangerous."

"Even if the commander let us, Eren wouldn't," Armin denied firmly. "That thing is crafty. The way it answered the last question... it ensured everyone on our side would stay till the end. Eren will not leave until he knows how to get rid of the Titans... and neither will anyone else on our side."

"I just want to know why it's focused on Eren," Mikasa grumbled.

"The way I see it," Sasha said, chewing on the chicken drumstick. "We can't do anything here but talk and listen, right? So treat it like one of those stories during survival training. Enjoy the food, have something to drink, and decide what to do when it's all done."

"Aren't you worried?" Armin asked.

"'Course I am," Sasha admitted. "But the whole point is that even if this is the future, we're here to find a better one, right? So, if it predicts my death next, then I just gotta not do what it predicted, right? Until then, you really have to try this stuff."

"What is it?" Mikasa asked as she received a cup of a... black liquid.

It bubbled ominously in her hand.

"No idea!" Sasha cheered, downing her own cup. "But it's soooo sweet. And tingly. I've had five cups already."

Cautiously, Mikasa took a tentative sip. She made a face right away but didn't put it down and took another sip.

"...Coke," a quiet voice said.

The three scouts turned to see the small, white-haired girl from the other side walk by them.

In her hands, she carried a large tray absolutely covered in food and drinks, rivalling her own size.

If she felt any strain from the weight, she didn't show it.

"You're... Koneko, right?" Armin asked, and the girl nodded. "What do you mean?"

"That's coke," Koneko nodded at the drink in Mikasa's hand. "'s a type of soda. Pepsi's better."

"Can you tell me what everything is?" Sasha asked eagerly.

Koneko nodded again.

"How come you're on this side?" Armin asked, then flushed as he realized how that sounded. "Not that you can't come over or anything, just... that looks heavy..." He trailed off awkwardly.

"Strong," Koneko said simply, releasing one hand holding the tray of food and drink and balancing it on the other without any apparent effort.

It was an impressive feat since she barely came up to their chests.

While that might have been part of the reason, Armin also noticed the yellow eyes of the black-haired woman with cat ears watching the girl.

Perhaps she had taken the long way around to avoid that one.

Armin, wisely, decided not to put his foot in his mouth again.

He was saved by the Reader finishing their fruity drink with a loud SLURP of their bendy straw, drawing the attention of the room once more.

People hurried back to their seats as the Dangerous Reader took up the book once more, Sasha following Koneko to the other side, plying the girl with questions rapid fire before the story resumed.

Eren, having vented a bit by pacing, was a bit calmer as he rejoined his friends.

Now that the shock had worn off and he knew what to expect, there was a glint of steel in his eyes that hadn't been there before.

Whatever came next, he needed to see this through to the end if he wanted to end the Titans.

He'd kill every single one of them.