Fullmetal Alchemist Soldier Uniform Novels & Stories

The line was as long as the convoy that was coming in. “All greet! Pay your respects!” a deep voice hollered from nowhere and it prompted me to stick my neck out of the chariot to see whoever was that loud. He was in front of the lined soldiers but his uniform was different. He was in a dark green uniform with red lanyards on the left arm. His height was something I had never seen before. He was huge, tall, and well-built. The uniform was hugging his bulky chest in the right places. One could tell that he was strict with his body form and appearance.

Dylan’s POV: We are busy testing the powers of the silver fox when a group of angel soldiers arrived on the scene. One of them is dressed differently from the rest of the military troops and from what I can tell, he possesses the highest rank in the military. His armor is gold-plated, unlike the others who wore silver armor. He carries badges that are pinned on his armor which stated his achievements from the previous wars. He wore a crimson red robe that I think serves no purpose but he did look so damn cool with it as if he is really in authority and has the power to control the situation.

Elroy was concerned. “Let’s make a deal, stay still then I won't have to leave you to the fate awaiting you.” Elroy nodded to avoid further implications while the maiden tried unlocking the shackles holding his hands. Not quite long from when she had opened the shackle a Soldier stepped in, clad in dark-blue leather armor with a large four-point white star crested at the chest region; Elroy recognized this one thing - how he knew he wondered - the capital armor for a soldier of Riana.

His skin was darker tan and he had big onyx eyes filled with mirth. He was also wearing Shouha themed windlet uniform which comprised of light brown shirt for tops with two pockets on the chest. He was also wearing ¾ sized pants in dark brown color which ends were slipped into a pair of dark brown boots. His outfit was the same as Darrion, minus the ¾ sized pants and boots, as Darrion was wearing a pants that’s just slightly past his knees and he kept his lightweight shoes. Mika and Kotori also wore this kind of brown themed outfits, but Mika was wearing shoes with short heels. Their outfits were actually simple except two people, Gilbert and Saburo.

So they knew everything up until how the old man and I knew each other. At the moment I was getting dressed in my uniform. Black bodysuit with gold on the arms and legs, paired with a black hooded cloak with gold accents. Don’t know why but all the time I got dressed in any of my uniforms I looked like a warrior from the medieval times. My hair cascaded down my back.

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.”

Her teammate read on her face that something was wrong. "There was a talented man," she began hesitantly. Everything in her contracted to shut out the strange feelings so that they would not completely take hold of her. “But he was one of the others. At least he was wearing one of their uniforms, the one with the golden inverted triangle. " Row's expression darkened. "He must have a pretty high rank if he wore them!" "Or will carry!" Thought Aurelia to herself. “I think he's one of the top bodyguards! The uniform was admiral blue. And ... he had one of the stones ... He looked very strong. "

The older ones, who walked with an air of arrogance around them, wore some nice shiny gold or silver jewellery, and light blue uniforms. The soldiers were different from the Sephyr Empire. They looked alert, albeit they also ignored me. All of them had faces that were easily forgettable. There was nothing about them that stood out: all of them were dressed in black, carrying a silver sword, and black caps. For some incomprehensible reasons, all of them wore modern sunglasses.

I wash him off me as if that could remove him from my thoughts. I step out and dry myself with rough, efficient movements. At the wardrobe, I push aside the velvet coats and the silks with colorful embroidery. I push aside everything he loved to see me in. Everything he loved to run his hands over. I reach for the back and pull out the black wool uniform. The one with the high, stiff collar. The one with the silver buttons that march up the chest like soldiers. It is severe authoritarian armor. I put it on and button it all the way to my chin.

I feel like sleeping again. “Four days,” he said without glancing at me. He was busy cooking. No wonder why I feel hungry this bad. I looked at his back and familiarized every detail of him. My brows furrowed seeing him in a cream-colored soldier uniform. I blinked my eyes and saw him wearing a black shirt, grey shorts, and a pair of beach walk slippers. I’ve been seeing him in that antique clothing lately. I just realized now that it was a soldier’s uniform.