Reincarnated In Attack On Titan World As Nobody

Until now, Shin had never fully grasped just how much his coordination stat had improved. His golden finger had repeatedly notified him of boosts—+1 coordination here, +1 flexibility there—but it had always been abstract data in his mind. That changed the moment he stood on the rope.

No stabilizers. No tools. Just the soles of his boots and the taut line suspended two meters above the ground.

And yet, he didn't wobble.

He didn't sway.

Shin stood with perfect equilibrium, as though his body instinctively understood where the center of gravity should be. It wasn't effort; it was intuition. He could feel the slightest tension in the rope and unconsciously adjusted, each muscle firing in harmony with the next. With no dramatic flourish, no theatrics, he began to walk.

His steps were steady. Balanced. Controlled.

From the judges' platform, Erwin narrowed his eyes as he watched the boy move.

"Exceptional coordination," he remarked quietly.

Levi, arms folded across his chest, offered a curt nod in agreement. "He'll take to the omni-directional mobility gear like it's second nature."

"Agreed. His endurance is already proven. Coordination like this… it's rare. Add his age into the equation, and he's still malleable. Moldable," Erwin said, though his tone shifted toward cautious optimism. "The real question is whether someone like him would willingly join the Survey Corps."

Levi scoffed and gave him a sidelong look. "Who would? We're not exactly the poster boys of survival."

Erwin sighed. "Most recruits these days fight tooth and nail just to get into the Military Police. The Garrison Corps takes the rest. Hardly anyone volunteers for the Survey Corps unless they have nowhere else to go—or something to prove."

His voice lowered. "That's the problem. No one wants to die."

Levi didn't respond immediately. He turned his gaze back to Shin, who now walked halfway across the rope without a single hitch in his stride.

Then, without warning, Shin did something no one expected.

He began to run.

One step. Two. Four. Eight.

His pace accelerated in a smooth, fluid rhythm—lightfooted, effortless. Like a cat on a fence, he surged down the line, each step calculated and precise. His body didn't tilt, didn't jerk. He reached the other end in a blur of motion and leapt off the rope without stumbling in the slightest.

Silence blanketed the training ground.

For a long moment, the crowd could only stare in disbelief.

"…Did he just run?"

"Was that even a rope?!"

"I can't move like that on solid ground!"

"Okay, yeah. We're screwed."

One of the older candidates muttered to himself in resignation, "Guess we're fighting over the second and third spots, huh?"

Back on the platform, Levi blinked once, then smirked faintly. "Kid's got guts."

"He has poise," Erwin corrected. "Calm under pressure. No hesitation."

Levi glanced at him. "You think he'll join us?"

"I plan to make sure of it," Erwin replied, tone firm. "We'll contact him after the Training Corps. If he agrees to join us, I'll arrange favorable conditions. Whatever he needs."

Levi raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you recruit me the same way?"

Erwin's smile didn't reach his eyes. "And you've paid off that investment many times over."

Truth be told, Erwin hadn't felt this kind of conviction in years. The last time had been when he dragged Levi Ackerman out of the underground and turned him into humanity's strongest soldier.

Now, watching Shin run a hundred-meter rope like it was a country road, that same instinct stirred.

Another outlier. Maybe even another Levi.

"If we can cultivate a second Levi," Erwin said under his breath, "he'll be worth more than a brigade. I don't care what it takes—we need him in the Survey Corps."

Shin, meanwhile, had returned to the ground and was standing in the candidate advancement area, still drawing glances and murmurs from the crowd. He didn't respond to the attention. Instead, he simply smiled and waved toward the watching group where Eren, Mikasa, Armin, and the rest stood.

Mikasa didn't smile—but her eyes lingered on him longer than usual.

Eren was wide-eyed with awe. "He ran… on a rope. Mikasa, did you see that?!"

"Hard to miss," she murmured.

Armin nearly bounced in place. "He's amazing! If that's how he handles balance, he'll dominate training with the omni-gear."

"I'm gonna ask him to train with me when we join the Corps!" Eren added enthusiastically.

Shin returned his attention to the training field, already evaluating what he'd learned.

With coordination like this, using 3D maneuver gear shouldn't be a problem… But combat's not just about balance. He narrowed his eyes. Flexibility. Timing. Precision. I'll need to polish everything if I want to fight Titans properly.

His muscles still hummed with control. Even walking on solid ground felt easier now, as if the rope test had tuned his body to a higher degree of awareness.

The sooner I get into the Training Corps, the better.

Elsewhere on the rope, the rest of the candidates struggled.

Some made it ten meters before tumbling off. A few managed halfway. Most didn't even leave the platform with confidence. One older teen managed a decent distance before losing balance—but none reached Shin's level. Not even close.

He'd widened the gap.

And the worst part for the other candidates was that Shin wasn't just stronger—he was far stronger. He made the rest look like amateurs.

A humbling, painful contrast.

Soon, the second round came to an end. Of the hundred who had advanced past the first trial, less than a dozen had made it any meaningful distance on the rope. Two others—young men in their early twenties—had been awarded second and third place by Erwin for managing around 75 meters.

The rest? Disqualified.

The crowd, which had started large and lively in the morning, had dwindled. Most spectators returned to their daily routines. After all, watching people fall off a rope wasn't particularly exciting—at least, not after watching a teenage boy sprint across it like it was nothing.

Those who remained watched Shin with a mix of reverence, curiosity, and—in some cases—envy.

Shin exhaled slowly, ready to move on.

He was about to follow the soldiers toward the final room for identity verification when a cold voice stopped him.

"Wait a moment."

The words were sharp, deliberate.

Shin paused mid-step and turned.

A man stepped forward from the shadow of the gate, wearing a uniform but with an expression too sharp to be ordinary. His eyes locked onto Shin's with an intensity that made even some of the soldiers shift uncomfortably.

Grisha's brows furrowed as he recognized the voice—and the man.

Shin tilted his head slightly.

Interesting.

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