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Alpha took this as a grand tactical command. Within minutes, and Beta had joined them.

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.

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

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

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. Her presence was regal, even in the casual

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

"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?" Another day of successfully being "normal" was in the books

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."