Am I in Attack on Titan with a Death Note???

Amid the chaos, the ground trembled violently. The deep, guttural roar of the Armored Titan echoed across the burning remnants of Shiganshina, each thunderous step shaking the earth beneath them.

He adjusted Carla in his arms, her body still weak from the collapsed house. Eren and Mikasa stood beside him, watching in horror as the Titan approached the inner gate.

The last boat was already drifting away from the dock. They had missed their only chance to escape.

"Damn it," Zen muttered. "We're out of time."

Carla groaned weakly, her expression twisted in pain, but there was something else in her eyes—anger.

"Where is he?" she whispered hoarsely. "Where is my husband?"

Zen hesitated. He knew exactly where Grisha Jaeger was, but if he said it out loud, it would raise too many questions.

"I… I don't know," he lied. "But we have bigger problems right now."

Carla clenched her fists. "No… No, damn it! He should be here! He—" She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. "I trusted him…"

"Your kids need you," he continued. "If you give up now, if you let yourself fall apart, then what's the point? You have to hold on."

Carla blinked, her lips trembling as she looked at Eren and Mikasa. Tears welled in her eyes, but she nodded.

Zen set her down gently near some rubble. "Stay here. No matter what happens, don't move."

She looked at him, confused. "What… What are you going to do?"

Zen turned toward the Armored Titan, his eyes cold.

"I'm going to kill that thing."

The Armored Titan sprinted toward the inner gate, its plated body reflecting the firelight.

Zen pulled out the Death Note, flipping through its pages. His fingers tightened around the pen.

He knew the Titan's true name. Reiner Braun.

But if he just wrote the name and a generic cause of death, there was a chance it wouldn't work—he needed something certain, something absolute.

He gritted his teeth. A perfect death.

He put pen to paper.

"Reiner Braun—his heart suddenly stops as his Titan form shatters into pieces, unable to regenerate."

The moment he finished writing, Zen's gaze shot up.

The Armored Titan took another step—and then froze.

Its massive plated arms twitched violently. A strange, choking sound rumbled from its throat as deep cracks spread across its armor.

Then—BOOM.

Like a crumbling mountain, the Titan's body exploded from the inside out, shards of hardened flesh scattering across the battlefield.

The civilians screamed. Even Zen flinched at the sheer brutality of the scene.

The inner gate remained standing.

The Armored Titan was dead.

And somewhere, within the broken remains of his Titan form, Reiner Braun lay lifeless.

Carla gasped as she saw the Armored Titan collapse, her wide eyes darting back to Zen.

"H-How…?" she stammered. "What did you just—?"

Zen turned to her, his expression unreadable. "We need to move."

Carla wanted to ask more, but the look in his eyes silenced her.

Without another word, he picked her up again and motioned for Eren and Mikasa to follow.

The medics rushed to meet them as soon as they arrived. A young woman in a blood-stained uniform examined Carla with sharp, practiced eyes before nodding to her colleagues.

"She's stable, but she needs rest. Set her down here."

Zen carefully placed Carla onto the stretcher they provided. Eren and Mikasa hovered nearby, their faces pale from everything they had just witnessed.

"You're going to be okay, Mom," Eren assured her, gripping her hand tightly.

Carla exhaled slowly, still dazed. She looked up at Zen, hesitation flickering in her eyes.

"You've done more for me and my family than I can ever repay," she murmured. "You didn't even know us, yet you saved my life." She swallowed hard, her expression uncertain. "I… I know I shouldn't ask for more, but…"

Zen raised an eyebrow.

She glanced at her bandaged leg, frustration clear on her face. "I just need a little more time. I don't want to be a burden, but I can't move on my own yet." She bit her lip before finally looking back up at him. "Would you stay? Just for a while? At least until I can walk again?"

Eren and Mikasa both turned toward him, waiting for his answer.

Zen remained silent for a moment, glancing at Carla before looking away. He hadn't planned on staying, but she was in no condition to move on her own.

Before he could answer, Eren's hands clenched into fists. His jaw tightened as he stared at his mother, frustration flickering in his eyes.

"Why are you asking him?" Eren muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Dad should be the one here, not some stranger."

The tension in the air thickened instantly. Carla's eyes widened slightly, and Mikasa shot Eren a sharp look.

"Eren," Carla started, her tone tired yet firm.

But Eren wasn't finished. He glared at Zen, his emotions getting the better of him. "You think you're some kind of hero? You just showed up out of nowhere, acting like you're supposed to take care of us!" His voice rose. "We don't even know you!"

Before Eren could say another word, Mikasa's fist slammed into the side of his head.

The impact sent him stumbling, nearly knocking him off his feet.

"Shut up," Mikasa said flatly, her dark eyes cold as she loomed over him. "You're being ungrateful."

Eren gritted his teeth, rubbing his head where she hit him. "Tch…" He didn't look at Zen, but his anger didn't fade.

Zen watched the exchange without much reaction. He had dealt with worse.

Finally, he exhaled through his nose. "Fine," he said simply, turning back to Carla. "I'll stay. Until you can move again."

Carla let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you."

Eren turned away with a scowl, crossing his arms, but Mikasa remained by his side, watching Zen carefully.

Zen didn't care about the kid's attitude. There were bigger things to worry about.