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Cid blinked. Actually, I just stayed up late practicing my 'cool mysterious voice' in the mirror, he thought. But out loud, he gave a cryptic, low-pitched hum. "The threads of fate are... tangled, Alpha." 3. The Misunderstanding Escalates

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

Cid had found the perfect spot—a dusty corner behind the equipment shed. He had just settled in when a shadow fell over him. It wasn't the shadow of a grand conspiracy, but rather , the wolf-beastman and one of his Seven Shadows. Cid blinked

"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?"

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

In reality, Cid was just thinking about how the meat was a bit overcooked.

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: buying a single

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.