A new uniform, a new group of people around him, and a whole new way of avoiding conversation with that group of people. The Military Police was easy enough to avoid conversation with, they were all stuck up and never wanted to speak with anyone anyway. Israel didn’t have friends, and so he never had friends to speak to. It’s not like he cared anyway, he was a loner, he preferred to be alone.
After Eren’s little speech in the courtroom, Israel had decided to switch branches from the Military Police to the Survey Corps, figuring more could be done in that position. He had his reasons and had never been asked to share them, so if they don’t ask, he wont tell. It was that simple. The new recruits he was surrounded by was almost insulting to him, but he had to deal with this anyway. A quick training lesson and a show of skill was all they wanted. If that was it, he would easily give them what they asked for.
Effortlessly, Israel soared through the air, twisting, gliding, feeling the wind blow through his long mess of dark brown hair. He adjusted every so often and when they finally brought up Titan dummies, he was quick to fly to them and slice them down, distracting for those that had beaten him to a Titan and taking full advantage of ones left open for him to strike at. It was easy to see why he had graduated at the top of the 103rd just by watching him, he made sure of that.
At the end of their training escapade, Israel found out that performing well seemed to open up unwanted attention and praise from those around him. Many new scouts were awed as they came up to him and spoke highly of his skill. Israel ignored them, his stoic gaze on the ground or off in space as they spoke. It became evident he didn’t want to speak with anyone, and so the crowd grew smaller, but there were a few younger kids there that still wanted his attention. He just wanted the attention of the commanders.
Israel had worked hard for his rank and he wanted to make sure he was placed somewhere he belonged, in a group of elite and advanced fighters. He had the skill, and to him, that meant he had the right to be with them. They were watching, some of them were at least, and he had wanted to catch their eye. If he could be placed on a team that was well trained and disciplined, he would say his transfer was a success, but anything other than some of the best. That would make things...less than optimal in his multicolored eyes.
