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adjusted her "slime-enhanced" physique and began scanning the perimeter for imaginary assassins.

Cid sighed, keeping his eyes half-closed. "Delta, I am currently 'Cid the Mediocre.' Mediocre people do not talk to demi-human warriors in broad daylight."

Cid walked away, his cape (which he wasn't wearing, but felt like he was) fluttering in the imaginary wind. Another day of successfully being "normal" was in the books. Another day of successfully being "normal" was in the books

The sun beat down on the Midgar Academy for Knightly Arts. While other students were busy practicing their sword swings or debating the latest political shifts in the kingdom, Cid Kagenou was focused on a much more vital mission:

"Boss! Boss! I found a big bone!" Delta chirped, wagging her tail so hard it kicked up a small sandstorm. If he stayed

Cid realized his quiet afternoon was gone. If he stayed, he was a "Mastermind." If he ran, he was a "Fleeing Background Character." He chose a third option:

He ended up at a cheap food stall, buying a single, lukewarm meat skewer. As he ate it, he noticed the Seven Shadows watching him from various rooftops, hidden in the shadows. They were convinced he was eating the skewer in a specific way to signal a secret rendezvous point. buying a single

Before Cid could explain the concept of "stealth" for the thousandth time, appeared as if from thin air. Her presence was regal, even in the casual gear she wore to blend into the academy outskirts.