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began frantically scribbling in her notebook, titled The Chronicles of Master Shadow , interpreting his nap as a "strategic slumber to deceive the heavens."

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." began frantically scribbling in her notebook, titled The

"I require... nourishment," Cid whispered, standing up with deliberate, slow movements. "The kind that does not draw the eye." 4. The Conclusion "The kind that does not draw the eye

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: his cape (which he wasn't wearing

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

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.