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What the hell had she gotten herself into?

Motivated by the notion to not starve to death as well as a myriad of mixed personal feelings, Hotaru Tachibana thought joining the military was a good idea. They were brave, they got free food, they learned to kill titans, they got sharp weapons and skills they could carry for the rest of their lives, they died in a blaze of glory...what's not to love? A lot, actually, but food was a very strong motivator considering she no longer had a legal guardian to speak of and there were only so many times you could go around begging before either getting chased out or getting unsavory offers. 

But that was neither here nor there, as right now at the age of seventeen, Hotaru had absolutely no idea what she was getting herself into. As she watched poor Gabriel get kicked, she had to admit she had no idea how she would react if she got kicked. The best thing to do would be to stay strong. Or something. Why the hell [i]was[/i] the instructor yelling so much? Supposedly Schulz was the best of the best, but she genuinely didn't think constantly screaming at people was going to get him anywhere. Or...was it? Just as she was trying to figure that out, the two locked eyes. [i]Oh no[/i]. He rounded on her, insulting nearly every aspect of her physical appearance. Her jaw would have dropped if she hadn't forced herself to keep it shut. Disappointment? If her mother was around, the two would have gotten along swimmingly. 

"[color=crimson]Hotaru Tachibana, sir,[/color]" She replied in earnest, watching him somewhat warily.