[A questionable statement, indeed, but not worthy of a follow-up. Sephiroth ignores his messages until Cloud is sure to make his appearance.
And when the gate swings open, Cloud is greeted by the leather-clad form of the SOLDIER with Masamune in-hand, stationed in a defensive stance as he eyes an invisible enemy in front of him. It seems that the man’s texts had interrupted a stint of training and practice, and he cannot be bothered to even glance at him until he’s finished.
Sephiroth tends to make it look easy — the cutting arc of his blade trailing in a sheen of metal with a forward step and a vertical sweep, biting at the air. But even now, he can feel it: the dearth of Manna making his limbs stiff and sluggish, exerting himself when something so simple is often thoughtless, easy. He frowns and straightens, pulls himself back into a stance with his blade held parallel to a raised elbow, and finally speaks.]
Cloud.
[He wonders if seeing that he’s not setting things ablaze is enough to abate the man’s stubbornness for today.]
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And when the gate swings open, Cloud is greeted by the leather-clad form of the SOLDIER with Masamune in-hand, stationed in a defensive stance as he eyes an invisible enemy in front of him. It seems that the man’s texts had interrupted a stint of training and practice, and he cannot be bothered to even glance at him until he’s finished.
Sephiroth tends to make it look easy — the cutting arc of his blade trailing in a sheen of metal with a forward step and a vertical sweep, biting at the air. But even now, he can feel it: the dearth of Manna making his limbs stiff and sluggish, exerting himself when something so simple is often thoughtless, easy. He frowns and straightens, pulls himself back into a stance with his blade held parallel to a raised elbow, and finally speaks.]
Cloud.
[He wonders if seeing that he’s not setting things ablaze is enough to abate the man’s stubbornness for today.]
Are you expecting a tour of the house, as well?