Full Metal Alchemist Military Uniform Novels & Stories

He yawned once more and closed his eyes for a nap. He was rudely shaken awake a few hours later. Kronos's eyes shot open to see a village soldier standing over him, contempt in his eyes. He wore the dress uniform of the Sintar Dragon Tribe. A jet black and scarlet silk jacket with golden trim, white cotton long sleeved button dress shirt, jet black silk dress pants tucked over fine brown leather boots. His blue bandanna signified his superior ranking to Kronos. Flustered, Kronos scrambled to his feet and bowed at the waist to show respect.

The truth was simpler than that. I had fought too hard to claim that small space as my own. I wasn’t ready to give it up. The Headmaster nodded slowly. “A reasonable decision.” He reached into one of the desk drawers and pulled out a neatly folded bundle of clothing. “These are your uniforms.” He placed them on the desk. The material looked slightly different from the standard Rosewood uniforms. The back panels were clearly designed to open for wings. Another smaller bundle followed. “And these are your training clothes for both Physical Defense and Flight.”

After all, the badge had caused Fane so much trouble. Even Fane was beginning to feel like the badge was unlucky, so he decided just not to wear it. Alchemist uniforms were not completely standard. It was just that certain patterns on it were universally recognized. That was why Fane and Ethan's clothes were different in terms of color and design, but everyone could still tell that they were alchemists thanks to the special patterns on their clothes. "Even alchemists are starting to fight each other. Didn't alchemists used to say that they were incredibly calm, not as filled with bloodlust as the rest of us?"

We took our uniforms and changed into them in a hurry. “Whoa, check me out,” Adrian said. She emerged wearing a red uniform with gold streaks around it and an oval across her chest. “Looking good,” I said. I walked up to Adrian sporting a green uniform with pink stripes on the sides and a pink butterfly outline on my chest. “Same to you, Medulla!” Adrian said. “Medulla?” I asked.

The man himself had his implacable mask back in place, face smoothed back to calm indifference and posture oozing confidence. The alpha looked eye catching in his formal wear as well. As befitting his more military background, he wore a straight military style jacket with shiny buttons up the middle, stiff shoulders with a tassel adorning each side and cape thrown over one shoulder. Coupled with tightly fitted breeches and shiny black boots. He looked every inch the general he was said to be. Kari might have ogled the man just a little.

I'm not afraid of some asshole in a dream. "What's going on here?" Stepping into the light of one of the burning torches, a god of a man appears. I mean GQ man of the year cover-worthy. The torchlight reflects over the newcomer's neatly trimmed black hair as he walks toward us, exiting another of the hall's many doorways. I study his ancient military-style uniform as he nears. The torso is covered by a leather breastplate adorned with a trident accented by silver inlay; the armor covers a white linen tunic and what I can only describe as a linen skirt.

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.

Almost like a knife going through butter. Today, we got the call to head out to the middle of nowhere. James got the coordinates of where we were going. The special suits we got are universal soldier gear, they are not out yet for regular soldiers to wear. To everyone, they look like regular shirts and combat pants like a regular soldier, but they are not.

One looks, people from earth can probably already deduced just what inspires the Aeternum Royal Military looks, but to Fantasma, it was rather originals. Aeternum Royal Military were divided into 7 Large branch according to The Military Design Teams, and each single one of the have their own colour. The Largest Branch Were the Aeternum Army , with Olive Green uniform, followed by Special Force , with Dark Green Uniform. Continues to Aeternum Air Force, With Blue Uniform, The Aeternum Naval Force or Navy with Navy Blue. The last 3 were the special division of Aeternum Royal Military, Starting with the Royal Mage Division with White Blue, Knight Division with Gray Sliver and then Aeternum Arti

Inside the office, James got dressed in his uniform. The general’s uniform was different from the Red Flame robe the Emperor used to wear. Instead, it was specifically made for James because his current military rank was ten stars. It was the highest military rank that had ever existed in the history of Sol. The uniform was red, and a flame was depicted on it. James put on the military uniform and hat. His temperament completely transformed, and his ordinary aura was gone. Now, he radiated a domineering and fierce temperament. After getting dressed, he walked out of the office.