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:
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 realized his quiet afternoon was gone
began frantically scribbling in her notebook, titled The Chronicles of Master Shadow , interpreting his nap as a "strategic slumber to deceive the heavens." Her presence was regal, even in the casual
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. Behind him, he heard Beta whisper to the
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:
"The life of a background character is hard," Cid muttered to himself, tossing the wooden stick into a bin. Behind him, he heard Beta whisper to the others: "Did you see? He threw the stick at a 45-degree angle! It's a map to the enemy's southern base!"
"Delta, stop bothering Shadow-sama," Alpha said firmly. She turned to Cid, her eyes gleaming with misplaced reverence. "I assume this 'napping' is actually a form of deep meditation to refine your mana circuits against the coming Diablos Cult threat?"