Full Metal Alchemist Military Uniform Novels & Stories

Clearly, she was entertained by the situation. Had I not been so anxious, I would have rolled my eyes. Stepping inside, I found Aatos reclined in one of the chairs. As always, he looked perfectly delicious. Legs spread in a comfortable V, relaxed. He was in all leather, black military style pants and a black shirt that looked two sizes too small as it pulled tight across the wide expanse of his chest. It must have been a uniform of sorts as there were designation patches on the sleeve of his right arm. I wondered what they stood for.

It didn't just scream confidence; it shouted sovereignty. I smoothed the front of my Ignis Red tunic. The Aetherion uniform was a masterpiece of supernatural elitism - a sharp, tailored red blazer with gold military-style frogging that made me look more like a commander than a student. I had customized mine, naturally. Underneath the pleated black mini-skirt, I wore pitch-black skin tights that shimmered with faint defensive runes, tucked into obsidian black stiletto boots. The heels were sharp enough to serve as secondary weapons, which in this school they probably were, clicking against the marble with the rhythm of a firing squad.

As a warrior, he must have had an intense workout schedule. His dark hair was shorn short in a high and tight military style. He was dressed simply but respectfully with brown gray slacks and a black long-sleeved t-shirt that stretched to contain his bulging muscle. His only breach in decorum was that he was still wearing his warrior combat boots. They’d been shined but still seemed out of place with his other civilian clothing.

Zitrey noticed this, and thought, ''What a skill. "Big bro Zitrey, according to this tiny book. There are only three departments, and the uniform was only: black, emerald, and crimson, but why does Miss Julliana wear a white uniform? Moreover, it has an albino crow logo." Zitrey suddenly stops, causing Nathan to bump towards her back. "If you don't want to walk, shut up! Babbling now and then makes me want to throw you up!"

"Ah, someone has already informed Lady Maia!" Soon the carriage stopped; Shirone and Kuroka helped both her mother and herself out of the carriage, only to see that two of the guards had already run off. Looking over the rest of the guys, Maria paid attention to their uniform, which was a white and orange cool looking military-style uniform with gold intricate designs. "Lady Matilda, it's an honor to meet you!" One of the guys, a young handsome man, bowed before her mother, who giggled at his actions.

Slayne has hair and make-up appointments in place for tomorrow, she is going this afternoon to see our top seamstress to get a dress made. I will wear my traditional warrior uniform as is custom in our pack. The black, grey and red uniform is symbolic of our army. The epaulettes show my high rank, with Slayne being of a similar rank and Manzitti being the only person with a higher rank in our pack. The medals display my achievements in battle and recognition for my superior strength and ability in supporting my Alpha and my pack. It is a mark of pride and respect, and I can think of nothing better to wear on the best day of my life.

Knight Sergeant Langley led them to where the uniforms were kept inside the armory, they saw them hanging in a row. The unique color red, blue, and black of the Camelot military uniform stood out from the surrounding, making it look special. They did not linger nor freeze in place, as they quickly started looking for their names. After they found their uniforms, then they found a suitcase to keep the uniforms in after folding them. They also selected the standard black military boots, which were kept to the side. They took one each for them, before directly left after that. As they left, Aledos continually talked about the awesomeness of the military boots.

I stare at myself in the mirror, but the image I see doesn’t feel like my own. I’m wearing black leather armor, fitted to my body as if it were molded directly onto my skin. It isn’t heavy, as I had imagined it would be. On the contrary, it’s surprisingly light and flexible, allowing for movements that feel natural, almost as if it were an extension of me. At my side, a dagger hangs in an elegant yet functional sheath. “This uniform is enchanted,” Caelum explains, standing just behind me. His voice is deep, but there’s a strange softness to his tone when he speaks to me. “If you need to shift during battle, the uniform will remain intact when you return to your human form.”

Alen thought for a moment and immediately understood everything, "Oh, it's probably because I'm a medic. It could be that the medic didn't leave at the same place as the soldiers who were assigned to attack." Riley also just remembered, "You're right. Yesterday ... the strategy presented by Greg Sehel did not include the medics." James nodded, "Well, let's go there then." The three immediately put on their uniforms complete with weapons and other gear. Alen had different gear from his two roommates but couldn't stop smiling as he looked at himself in the mirror. "There's the royal crest of Ans De Lou, there's our names. It just doesn't say what level we are," Alen said.

I stood in front of the mirror in my room, staring at my reflection. The uniform had just arrived this morning, shiny black pants, a buttoned tunic stitched with silver thread along the collar, and a family name sewn over the left breast. The name of the Silver Wolf Pack. My family’s name too. The future Alpha’s uniform. My chest and throat tightened.