Levi listened, looking from person to person as they argued or agreed. It made sense for them to voice their views on the subject, he wouldn't want to be tested by some perfect strangers to see if they were good enough at the jobs they were hired for, but it didn't mean they weren't going to have to back up their claims.

"You won't all need to be experts at everything," he said, addressing that issue right off the bat. "You just need to be assessed on first aid, camping skills and all the other shit, to make sure enough of you have a spread of abilities so you won't die. You don't all need to make fire, you don't all need to be able to skin a wolf, you don't all need to know what plants you should avoid putting in your faces, just enough of you, so that if you split off for separate recon, you won't end up with three skinners and nobody who can set up a tent, or two healers and one person who can start a fire, but nobody that can kill anything to cook over it."

Levi couldn't expect everybody to know how to do everything. He couldn't make fire either, not without a match, and healing was way outside his realm of expertise. A lot of Glaives would judge the white-haired one for not being able to use magic, but it hadn't stopped Levi getting the highest kill-count out beyond the wall. The only reason Nyx was the face of the Kingsglaive was because he looked better on the posters.

And he wasn't a criminal conscript, that too.