you're riding down a city street on horseback. it's a leisurely pace, but it's clear you're still in a formation—two-by-two in a long line. crowds are gathered by the road, talking amongst themselves; some cheer, some look considerably less impressed. you don't give a rat's ass either way.

suddenly, a louder voice catches your ear—your name? probably, but it's in one ear and out the other, and you forget it again immediately. you try to ignore it, but the enthusiastic yelling goes on.

"that's humanity's strongest soldier!" he cries, and you want to tape his mouth shut. he's pointing straight at you. "I heard he's worth a hundred men!"

the attention feels unpleasant, despite the high praise. you side-eye the crowd disdainfully and mutter something about how you wish they'd shut the fuck up. you hear the soldier to your right say that your fans would be disappointed to learn that you're an obsessive neat freak, and you scoff.

people, man.

Important: "Strongest" in this sense is implying "best at killing titans." It doesn't mean he can lift a semi. He is unusually strong because spoilers, but not that strong.

So what?
+ 10% luck
+ 20% skill
+ 15% concentrated power of will
+ 5% pleasure
+ 50% pain
+ 100% reason to remember the name