Novel & Cerita Full Metal Alchemist Military Uniform

Torin asked, Callum just shrugged and chuckled as they walked further into the woods making their way to the clearing. They walked in silence for a while before stepping out into a clearing. There Albwin and Archie were already waiting, Torin let out a breath of relief as he saw Albwin was already changed into his usual scouting uniform of dark greens and browns and was repacking his pack. Archie also had a pack on the ground in front of him and was wearing the same belt that Callum had on. He tossed a set of clothes to Torin, dark grey tactical pants, a deep forest green t-shirt, matching green slip-on arm guards, and dark grey fingerless tactical gloves with grips along the palms and reinf

I walked over to the bed and sat beside Bjorn and just gathered him in my arms, drawing him close and burying my face in his hair to inhale the sweet scent of his shampoo. “Mom?” Bjorn wriggled in my arms. “Can you…” “Sorry.” I released him, leaning back, and wiped at my eyes. “You look great, kiddo. Do you like the clothes?” Bjorn nodded and looked down at the uniform. It was a dark blue tunic with silver embroidery along the edges, paired with black pants. “I do like it,” he said. “Gideon—I mean… Dad said it’s traditional. It’s a little hot, but not too uncomfortable.”

Barzil Ashfang stepped inside. He was transformed. Gone was the battle-scarred armor. In its place, he wore a formal military dress uniform of charcoal grey and deep crimson. Medals gleamed on his chest. A history of violence written in gold and silver. A cape of black fur hung from his shoulders. Making him look even broader than usual. He looked like a king. "Commander," the stylist stammered. Bowing low. "We were just... applying the accessory." Barzil walked onto the podium. His heavy boots echoed on the marble. He looked at the stylist. Then at the collar in her hands. His expression was unreadable. But the temperature in the room seemed to drop.

The kind I had once believed I would never see. The carriage continued deeper into the estate. More guests came into view. Alphas dressed in fine silk walked confidently across the courtyard, laughing as they greeted one another. Their expensive clothes shimmered beneath the sunlight. Many wore jewels that probably cost more than an ordinary family could earn in years. Nearby, groups of Betas stood together. Unlike the Alphas, they wore military uniforms decorated with medals and polished armor. Their backs were straight. Their expressions serious. Even from inside the carriage, I could tell they were soldiers.

But she did have an odd aura. Selene stood before me, clad in the section 5 Army uniform, a garment renowned for its lightweight and form-fitting design. The fabric seemed to seamlessly conform to her body, almost as if it were a second skin. I remembered hearing that when you shift, it feels like you're naked due to the liberating sensation the fabric provides. It's a beautiful design that ensures comfort and flexibility during shifts. Plus, it magically reappears on your body when you shift back—a practical detail that minimizes the risk of being caught naked.

Every thread she pulled felt like she was unraveling herself too. The first thing inside was the uniform. Three folded tunics. All deep charcoal grey, with heavy collars and a silver-stitched crest on the chest. Alpha crest. No room for mistakes. The trousers were stiff, thick with reinforced seams. Combat-grade. Made for someone far more muscular than she was. Her breath hitched. She ran her fingers over the insignia, her fake clan name embroidered beneath it in sharp, clean thread. Elyan Froste. Draven Lineage.

I looked at our battle uniform or battledress as the student calls it. It was a black regal vest. Underneath it was a white long sleeve and a white leather trouser with black boots. We also have this white coat blazer with gold linings with a touch of red lines. We are like military commanders who are a bit fancy and are ready to try the war.

Together, the image tells a story, but I must be the wrong audience because I don’t understand it. Jade steps back into the room. “The uniform came this morning while you were in the bathroom,” she tells me. I drop the hanger on the bed, glad to know I will fit in perfectly. “Do you like it?” The uniform consists of a pleated skirt, a crisp white shirt, and a blazer, with the edges of its lapel featuring the same gold color as the border of the academy crest. There are white socks and cute black boots to finish the look.

When his gaze landed on me, something dark flickered there, though he masked it quickly. I strode into the room, my subordinates parting like waves before me. Every step was deliberate, echoing against the polished floor. My uniform, a sleek, custom-tailored ensemble, was as imposing as it was functional. Jet black with matte accents, it hugged my frame like a second skin, designed for both combat and stealth. The reinforced fabric glinted faintly under the light, hinting at hidden armor. A hood draped low over my forehead, merging seamlessly with the fitted mask that concealed everything but my piercing eyes.

After that, we went back to our room to take a shower and get ready. When I finished taking a shower, I took out my uniform, gosh, it's so simple but she's beautiful, because it's just Coak with a Color gold lining on the side of its sleeve and a Campo de Iris Academy logo on its heart, she By the way, the cloak that serves as our uniform has three colors, black, white, gold, when you wear black it means you are a man, when it is white it means you are a woman, and when you wear gold it means you are one of the royalties, as for the interior, they say we will take care of our interior, even if you don't have an interior you can hahaha...