Reincarnated In Attack On Titan World As Nobody

"I passed?" Shin asked, slowing to a stop as a soldier raised a hand to intercept him at the end of the track. His voice carried a note of confusion, despite the sweat clinging to his brow.

The soldier, still catching his breath from jogging to meet him, nodded with admiration. "The deputy commander said there's no point in having someone like you continue the trial. You've already proven yourself."

Shin blinked. Then, with a quiet chuckle, he nodded. "Understood."

He stepped aside and made his way to the designated rest area, letting his heartbeat settle. Glancing up at the platform, he found Erwin Smith watching him with an unreadable gaze. When their eyes met, Erwin offered a small, approving nod.

Shin returned the gesture calmly—but beneath the surface, adrenaline still coursed through his veins.

As he sat down to recover, a cluster of familiar faces began pushing through the gathered crowd. Among them, he saw Harry, Martha, and—of course—Eren, Mikasa, Armin, and even Grisha Yeager. They waved when they caught sight of him.

Shin stood and approached them. "What brings you all here?" he asked, though the warmth in his tone betrayed his pleasure.

"Stupid brat," Harry grumbled with mock disdain. "You think we came just for you? We're just here to watch the show."

Martha gave him a sharp elbow to the ribs. "Don't listen to him, Shin. We came to cheer you on."

"Brother Shin, why weren't you running with the others?" Eren asked, eyes wide with curiosity. Armin and Mikasa also leaned in, clearly wondering the same.

Shin scratched the back of his head, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I already passed the first test. They told me there was no need to continue."

"Woah! That's amazing!" Eren exclaimed.

"Yeah!" Armin echoed, nearly bouncing in place. "That's incredible, Shin!"

Even Mikasa, quiet as always and rarely moved by anyone but Eren, gave a subtle nod and raised her thumb. Her expression softened slightly—a small but meaningful gesture of respect.

Grisha stepped forward next. "You've done well," he said, placing a hand on Shin's shoulder. "But don't get complacent. There's more to come."

"I won't," Shin replied, his voice steady. "I know what I'm aiming for."

Their conversation didn't last long. Shin said his goodbyes and returned to the rest area, where he quietly observed the remaining participants.

Half an hour passed before the first round was finally completed. Out of more than two hundred applicants, only a hundred remained. Those who had made it through looked relieved and proud, while the rejected ones stood stiffly off to the side, trying to avoid the glances and whispers of the spectators. The older candidates, in particular, bore looks of shame—having been outperformed by a boy not yet fifteen.

But the mood soon shifted as soldiers began assembling a strange apparatus in the center of the field: a taut rope, about two fingers thick and strung roughly two meters above the ground between two sturdy wooden posts. It stretched a daunting hundred meters in length.

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"What the hell is that for?"

"They want us to walk across it, I bet."

"This must be the coordination test…"

"No way we're expected to go all the way across, right?"

"If we are, half the people here are done for."

Shin didn't join the speculation. His gaze fixed on the rope with quiet understanding. It's a test of adaptability… just like learning to use vertical maneuvering equipment. He cracked his knuckles, wondering how far his current coordination could take him.

Then, up on the platform, Erwin Smith stood once more. The crowd instantly hushed.

"All applicants who passed the first round," Erwin began, "congratulations. You've proven your physical endurance. Now comes the second test—coordination."

He gestured toward the rope.

"As you've likely guessed, you're to walk across it. Anyone who makes it to the other side passes immediately."

A hand shot up from the crowd. "What if no one makes it all the way?"

"In that case," Erwin answered without pause, "the three who walk the farthest will be considered for advancement."

"Three people?" someone whispered, startled.

"What about the third round?"

Erwin smiled faintly. "The final round isn't a test of physical skill. It's a background check. Criminal records and disciplinary history. I trust most of you have nothing to worry about."

Relief—and tension—swept through the group.

Among the spectators, Eren leaned over to his companions. "Do you think Shin can pass this one too?"

"Definitely," Armin said without hesitation. "He's amazing."

Mikasa gave her quiet nod again. "He'll pass."

Watching from the back, Karla and Martha exchanged a glance and silently clasped hands. Neither had spoken a word, but their thoughts were aligned: Please fail. Please… don't join the Survey Corps.

Harry, usually jovial, stood unusually still. Only Grisha seemed more conflicted—his eyes fixed not on Shin's posture or technique, but his face. He recalled their conversation a few nights earlier, the strange things Shin had said… the look in his eyes. Something wasn't right.

He knows something he shouldn't, Grisha thought. But how?

Shin remained oblivious to their silent pleas and private fears. His focus was singular.

As Erwin called his name, Shin stepped forward, climbed the short set of wooden stairs, and stood at the base of the rope. A hush fell over the square.

He inhaled once, centered himself, and placed his foot on the line.

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