Reincarnated In Attack On Titan World As Nobody

With Levi guarding the command squad, authority here fell naturally to Eld.

"What the hell are those forward teams doing? Letting one slip this close?" Oruo snarled, eyes fixed on the figure lumbering toward them.

Two kinds of titans roamed the plains—ordinary and abnormal. The one ahead was ordinary.

Relief flickered in their eyes. An abnormality would have been chaos. This one was around ten meters tall—slow, dull, but each stride ate distance. Against the crawling pace of the baggage convoy, battle was unavoidable.

"Rookie, stay here. Guard the wagons. We'll handle it." Oruo's tone was sharp, no room for debate.

Petra added firmly, "Lock—the convoy is yours."

Eld and Gunther's gazes met his, steady and resolute.

Lock nodded once. "Understood."

It wasn't fear that kept him back. He hadn't fought with them before; no formation drills, no shared rhythm. Charging in now would only throw their teamwork into chaos. Staying put was the wiser choice.

The four veterans exhaled quietly at his answer. Then, with spurs to their mounts, they broke into a charge. Their backs were rigid with purpose as they rode straight for the giant.

Watching them go, a weight pressed on Lock's chest. Against titans, humanity was small. Fragile. Tragic. Victory demanded not only blades and training, but courage.

His hands trembled faintly on the reins. He tightened his fists until the shaking stopped, forcing his body into obedience.

This was his first true encounter. All his strength, all his drills—none of it erased the raw, suffocating dread of facing the unknown.

You're human. Not a machine.

A red flare burst in the sky behind him. Lock's eyes snapped to it, narrowing.

Left rear. More titans?

From the mound beyond the convoy, a shape lurched into view—running fast, movements jerky, wrong.

"Abnormal…" he muttered.

The drivers cursed in panic. "No! It's too fast—we can't outrun that thing!"

"Are we fighting here?!"

But the guards here were only Lock and Eld's squad—and Eld's group was already far ahead, locked with another titan. No one else could come. Orders were orders.

All eyes turned to him. A boy. Fourteen. Their only soldier is left. Despair etched itself across their faces.

Lock spurred his horse forward. No hesitation.

The convoy riders froze as he broke away, charging alone toward the rushing abnormal.

For them, the sight was bitter. Tragic. A child riding into death so they could survive. Even among veterans, fighting an abnormal was deadly. For a boy, it was suicide.

Still, they did not follow. Their duty was to the supplies. Humanity's survival might depend on these wagons reaching the forest.

And so, they watched him go.

Lock drew his blades, steel singing in the wind.

The abnormal closed in, less than a hundred meters away, movements grotesque and unrelenting.

Lock's jaw tightened. No retreat.

Either it dies… or I do.

And he spurred faster, blades raised.

Lock would live.

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