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Armin loved off-days. As a cadet in the 104th Training Corps, he got very few of those. Armin liked to spend those days in the library, reading books and learning things that would hopefully be useful someday. This is exactly what Armin was doing today, as he paced through the rows of books in the small library located at the center of Trost district.
In truth, very few books in this library would be considered useful to someone in the military. Armin was sure he had read most of them at this point – the books on herbs, military formations and history, even cookbooks. Armin was looking for something different today. He wandered into the small section of medical texts. Armin was not a doctor, but perhaps something in one of these books would help him save a life someday. If it helped even once, it would be worth it.
Armin ran his finger down the spines of the books that lined the shelves in front of him, humming to himself. Many of these books were surgical notes – so almost completely useless to him. Despite his desire to help, he sincerely doubted he would ever be desperate enough to actually cut into one of his comrades in an attempt to save their life.
Most of these books were written by renowned doctors in the walls. Armin had heard of all of them, until he came to a book at the end of the shelf authored by a "Dr. Kemorsky".
Armin had never heard of this doctor – which he thought was strange. He thought he knew of every prominent doctor within the southern walls. He considered that perhaps this Dr. Kemorsky was from one of the northern districts, and the book had somehow made its way to Trost.
Curious, Armin pulled the book from the shelf. He opened it to a random page and briefly skimmed the contents. Dr. Kemorsky's notes were very research-oriented. It seemed that he liked to look for correlations between variables, such as suffering and physical attractiveness (apparently, suffering makes you better-looking). This doctor also liked to include random doodles of "best girl" (whatever that means) in the margins of his notes. Armin noted that these doodles vaguely resembled his friend, Mikasa.
While flipping through the pages of random notes, a folded sheet of paper fell from the book. Armin bent over to pick it up, carefully unfolding it. He expected to find another drawing of "best girl", but his eyes went wide when he realized it was something else entirely.
"My Research on the Correlation between Height and Penile Length"
WUH???
