"Alya, I have an idea," I yelled to Alya who had released blood from her back and paused before she could hit the ground. I just needed to use [whisker paw], quickly standing back up with shaking legs.
We didn't have the time to have a proper discussion, but I knew the people around me were experienced enough to have that while fighting.
Fortunately, the titans wanted revenge against. I had no idea Onis like them had this sort of brotherhood, but none targeted the weaker slaves. Even with that, though, I could clearly hear their teeth trembling, prayers in whispers, ragged breathing, and even sobbing sounds.
I didn't blame them; I would've been crying too if I were in my old body. It was pitch black, absurdly big giants with uncanny, very human faces, able to run faster than supercars with their massive, scary weapons, would frighten anyone.
