[FF7][SC] Star Flower

Sephiroth quickly forgot about Angel's new son, Hunis who went mad, and Tourt in the diner, and soon after Angel returned to Midgar, he was sent to the fifth stage.In the past year, he, Angel and Genesis basically took turns in the five stations, and it was Genesis' task until spring came.

Shinra's decision is undoubtedly stupid, and generals who are familiar with the situation should not be easily replaced.However, there are other considerations. For example, the war is coming to an end. Instead of letting a general continue to fight, it is better to train them; another example is that too much power in the army is not a good thing, and a moderate exchange is conducive to balance.But perhaps the most important thing is that Wutai is not strong. When launching the invasion of Shinra, it never thought that such a small place would have the power to counterattack, and it is not arrogant under the premise of advanced energy, weapons and special forces.

Sephiroth spent three months of mediocrity, fighting unhurriedly, commanding unhurriedly, resting unhurriedly, far from the excitement and tension of the first battle many years ago-but maybe at that time He wasn't nervous either, he didn't remember too clearly.

When he left in the airship three months later, it was already the deep winter with heavy snowfall. When he accidentally looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the vast whiteness below, he clearly realized that this should be his last visit.The heavy snow covers up all the blood and gunpowder smoke, and hunger and cold will wear away the last trace of blood of the fighting nation.

Five is over.

In this regard, Sephiroth did not have any feelings.

The PHS rang a few times as we approached the Eastern Continent.

It seems to be in the signal area.Cross-continental communication is not impossible. The laboratory has already proposed a reliable theory of ionospheric short-wave radiation, but considering the audience and profits, it has not been developed; at the same time, the confidentiality of military communications is also more inclined to use telegrams or more primitive methods. Paper orders.After going back and forth a few times, Sephiroth was used to this situation. He put down the book and took the PHS out of the bag. The clear sky cast deep shadows on his chiseled face.

Several letters from Lazard's task list, Hojo's routine experiment notice, Rufas's party invitation... Rufas set it to be a group message, there is no doubt about it.He scrolled down again, and was a little surprised to find that there was no email from Angel, nor did he leave a message. Under normal circumstances, careful colleagues would usually estimate the time to say hello.

He pressed the column of read emails, and the most recent email from Angel popped up on the interface.

"It's cute, isn't it?" 』

Older commandos are sometimes not as composed as they seem, and humans are different from what they appear to be, or is this always the case?

Fingertips lingered on the keys for a moment, and Sephiroth continued to scroll down. Below that sentence was a very beautiful photo.

Yes, beautiful, that was the only word Sephiroth could think of, even though he himself was perfect.The background was dark and blurry, with fine dust flickering. The boy's childish side face was slightly illuminated by the warm light in the distance, and the short pale golden hair seemed to melt into the air as if it were transparent.The angle and composition are very suitable, and the focus is just right. It can be seen that it took some time, and it can be seen... that the action lasted for a long time.

However, it is his eyes that are most dazzling in the photo.It's like being in the snowfield in the extreme north, the long polar night has passed, and the first ray of dawn is blooming in the sky; it's also like looking up at the night sky in a deserted wilderness in hot summer, and the magnificent nebula is in full bloom.The sapphire blue eyes shimmered, so focused, so pious, so...beautiful, he never realized that the concept of "beauty" has such an appealing force, and he couldn't help breathing for it.

This is why Angel adopted him, a pair of irresistible eyes?

Sephiroth stared at the screen for a while until the PHS vibrated.

A call from Lazard.

"Three and ten minutes."

The children screamed in terror and huddled together like helpless chicks.Pushed against a corner, Claude hangs his head, acting as shivering as everyone else, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible—Niebelheim's childhood proved he was gifted at least for this one .The bald man with tattoos randomly picked up a boy with short brown curly hair, dragged him to the outside of the auditorium by pulling his hair.The boy kicked his legs and screamed horribly, looking extremely terrifying in the auditorium with good echo effects.Desperate crying made Claude's heart twitch. He thought of Denzel, the boy who depended on him wholeheartedly, and he almost moved.

The boy was led outside before they heard a gunshot.

The child next to him whimpered.

Claude raised his head slowly, facing Mr. Herrick's eyes that would never close again.

That was his homeroom teacher, with freckles on his face, and a shy smile. He was often at a loss among the little adults in Midgar, and would cover his face when asked if he had a girlfriend. face off.He stood up as the first child was being taken away, and before he could finish a sentence, a bullet shut him forever.

Xue Beng... Has he ever done something like this?

They are called terrorists. They think they are righteous and they want to protect the planet, but they are a complete disaster for ordinary people.Every detonation and every sneak attack brought panic and injury to Midgar, and caused innocent people to lose their lives, but they regarded it as a necessary sacrifice.Shinra is wrong, so can Avalanche mean right?Is there really no other way?

The lingering guilt made Claude feel sick, he couldn't help sobbing, covered his mouth, and forced himself to focus on reality.

"There are hundreds of little devils, how long will it take to kill them..." The young man sitting cross-legged by the door lazily yawned and then continued to swing his bayonet to move his joints boredly.Number two, the number given to him by Claude, Wutai accent, these people are more or less related to Wutai. "How about killing one in 10 minutes, or can we play tricks? Just grab one and put explosives on it and let him out. I wonder if the Shinra Dog will just kill them. Ha! Like killing our children. Or It would be nice to pour gasoline on it and see how far the fireball goes."

This person's spirit is not stable, and he often brings big troubles in teamwork. The only reason why he can be tolerated should be because of his good strength.Claude noticed that there were green magic stones embedded in his gun, two... no, three, and there were also on the gloves.

"Don't do superfluous things, our target is not the army." The bald-headed No. [-] closed the door, "Aphra, what happened to your identity information?"

"The database is available, but there are so many children?" Number Four adjusted his glasses and turned the computer over, "Do you want to identify them one by one?"

"No need." The bald head turned around, and came again to the children curled up in the corner.

"Children, you have a chance now." The man said pleasantly, but his overly strong body and ruthless behavior have already cast a terrible shadow, "Some of you have amazing parents, very amazing. So as long as they are willing to give At a price, you can live longer. Stand up when I read the name next, of course, you can also choose not to believe—”

Crazy No. [-] whistled happily, raised his hand casually and shot, another child fell into a pool of blood amidst the screams.

The bald head bent down and tore off a small piece of metal from the reflexively twitching body, "Well... let me see the nameplate, Mr. Hartland."

"The son of Clarence Hartland, a staff member of the second division of the Urban Development Department." Number Four added indifferently.

"I'm glad we didn't offend any big shots." The bald head said politely, his dark brown eyes swept across the group of Wu Yangyang little devils, "Okay, I think you should have understood the importance of honesty. Afra , read the name."

"Colby? J.D. Houllier."

"Ferdinand S. Griffin"

"Zachary..."

ten people.Five people were divided into two doors, two people were around the child, and one person was playing with the computer. The bald head who looked like the captain walked back and forth.There was another ninja he'd almost ignored, lifeless, stuck in the shadows of the ceiling, thanks to Yuffie's elusive presence.

They're well trained, they've served in the military, and from the time they broke in to the concentration of the students there were no alarms going off, and they took control of the surveillance system, and possibly the electrical system.But some of them have worked as freelance mercenaries for a long time. Claude can tell that the cooperation between them is not so good, and it may be a temporary team formed by Wutai.

He also secretly observed the situation of the auditorium itself. He knew from the beginning that there were only two doors and the thickly keyed walls for sound insulation.The toilet window might open to the outside world, but he would be dead before he got there.The pipes of the central air conditioner can pass through the child's body, but the damn passage is on the ceiling, and he can't jump that high.These are also the reasons why terrorists choose the auditorium, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

But these are not the most serious problems.

Worst of all, explosives were planted in several places on the walls of the auditorium.

"Claude? Hurley." Claude was surprised when his name was called, but the woman wearing glasses seemed even more surprised. She gestured to the bald head, "Ginade, we caught a big fish, if there is no mistake There's a child of Shinra Private First Class here."

Claude lowered his head slightly uncomfortably.

The army should have sealed off this area. The only way for them to escape is to take hostages. They are still very smart in this regard. The fewer hostages, the better.

"Claude." Genie repeated in a soft voice, "Come here, you can see Dad later."

Can't go with them.Claude listened to the helpless sobs of the children. He knew that he might be rescued because of Angel, but the remaining children were almost certain to die. This was revenge and a threat.He must stay. Only he here has been trained to catch a chance in the one in a million chance.

Some people can live freely and aimlessly, but Claude can't.If there is nothing that must be done, if there is no responsibility and no order, he will not be able to live well.Danger came, but something sleeping in his blood was also awakened, and his chest was slightly hot, as if life had returned to this meaningless body again.

For a moment, things about Zack, about Sephiroth and Jenova, about Shinra's bad debts, and the future of the planet were all left behind. He didn't know which was more important. He has never been good at making choices. Called indecisive, he just couldn't choose to be indifferent.

Because he had to be a hero, after inheriting Zack's life.

This is his responsibility.

Ginette frowned slightly, "Not here?"

"We passed by his class, theoretically here." LaFleur hit enter, "No photo?" She couldn't believe it.

Thanks Angel.He felt that Claude was too thin and pitiful, at least he needed to grow some flesh on his face, so he put this matter on hold for now.Otherwise striking blond hair like Claude's chocobo would be recognizable in less than a second.

But soon the happiness in Claude's heart was shattered.

"They're classmates, right?" Number Two, who had been doing nothing all this time, swayed over from the door, Ginette didn't mean to stop him deliberately, they understood what the neurotic young man wanted to do, "Do you know Claude?" He bent down and approached a senior girl, and smiled happily after getting a negative answer, "Bingo!"

Quicker than blinking, he slit the girl's throat neatly, making a hissing sound like a paper knife cutting into a cardboard box.The girl fell down clutching her throat, making a grunting and struggling sound. She didn't die immediately, but the blood would flow into her lungs, and she would suffocate to death in a very painful way.Claude felt that his heart was going to fall into his stomach. He hated this feeling of powerlessness, and he trembled uncontrollably.

Zack, Alice, this is how I watched you die...indifferently...why am I always so weak...

"Little ghosts, the matter is very simple, point out Claude, and then you can live a little longer. Now let me ask again, who is Claude?"

Several pairs of eyes looked at him.

Zack help me help me help me...

"Claude didn't come today." The blond boy stood up expressionlessly. He should have been more frightened, but he tried his best to suppress the mad screaming in his heart, "His mother is sick, So I haven't been to school lately." Well, that sounds good.He didn't know how the little classmates around him would react, but they might not say anything unnecessary when they were stunned, "Can I see her...I mean, she's hurt." He moved slightly step.

"Wow, a brave little hero." Number two stood on tiptoe nervously, Claude was not sure what he meant, but he had to hurry up and approach the girl, "Maybe I have the honor to know the hero's name taboo?"

"... Zacks." Claude chewed on the name, just saying it once was enough to bring him great courage, he didn't think about whether he would be exposed on the spot, and there was nothing he could do if he was exposed, " Zack Fair, from Gongaga..."

"Nobody asked you that!"

After a whirl, the boy fell to the ground, and it took a while for the severe pain to come from the side of his head. The warm and sticky liquid gradually soaked and flowed, falling on the ground drop by drop.Looks like it's starting to bleed.He just got hit by the butt, which was okay, better than bullets.The number two boot was in front of him, lifted up—Claude closed his eyes and waited for it to drop—but the young man walked away impatiently.

"It's a bit strange." Eighth, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, she had just stayed silently guarding the child before, "Why did he take the initiative to stand up?"

Number two stopped.

Claude looked at No. [-], a girl who was probably a little older than him, and her hazel eyes were staring at him without blinking.What does she know.The thought shocked Cloud, but he wasn't sure why he had it.

"What do you mean, Cisner?"

"Maybe he's Claude, that's why he stood up."

"Ha, I thought what were you going to say, only this is impossible, what's the benefit of not admitting it?" The young man waved his hand lazily, "The most important thing is that Angel Xiuley has black hair, I've never seen a black-haired guy give birth to a blond kid. A green commando? That would be a real treat!"

Cleared.Thanks again to Angel, and his cuckold.

Claude exhaled lightly, and the tension was also diluted a little.He no longer cared about Sisne's gaze, and no matter what she knew, she couldn't speak again. This group of people didn't completely trust each other.He cautiously climbed up to the girl whose throat was cut, trying to make himself as gentle and reliable as possible, "I want to do some emergency treatment for you, don't be afraid, don't move around, okay?"

Zacks taught him that Zacks is not the kind of delicate person, but he is always willing to do his best for his friends.The young commando taught him everything he knew to give his cowardly friend the slightest chance of surviving on the battlefield.

The boy took out a pen, the kind of ballpoint pen that can be seen everywhere in the shopping street.With a steady hand, he quickly removed the pen core, pulled out both ends, and made a hollow tube.He wiped the girl's bloody wound with his sleeve, and the young man's clean cut was a good thing in a sense.Then without hesitation, under everyone's disbelieving eyes, he inserted the pen tube into the girl's trachea.

The girl sobbed while clutching her neck, and recovered her breath tremblingly.

Ginette glanced at him with doubts in his eyes, but there was some approval in his eyes, "It's a great technique."

"My father is a doctor." Once the first lie is accepted, the rest will be easy, and the most dangerous time is over.Maybe the next person will die in another 10 minutes, and it may be him. After all, he has attracted the attention of these people, but it is safe for the time being.

Claude staggered back to his seat, and when he sat down, something hard in his pocket hit him.

Sometimes there is no way out, at least this group of terrorists did not search PHS, after all, they do not think it is meaningful.

When Sephiroth arrived, the others had been discussing for a while—but not for a long time, and it would take some time to gather most of the people—and after he arrived, he just gave a brief gesture, and the status of the people present did not matter. No need to bow down to him.Sephiroth found Angel with a gloomy face, and naturally took a seat beside him, next to Lazard, this seat was reserved for him.

The specific situation has been clearly stated by Lazard in PHS.A group of militants fleeing from Wutai hijacked a junior school under Shinra, made some demands, and then shot a child every 10 minutes. They have killed seven or more.

At least I appreciate their request this time...Sephiroth obtained a document, including the information of the militants and the structure diagram of the school...At least this time, the proposal is "release the captives" and "winter supplies" and the like The actual problem is not the stupid "ask your war criminals to kneel for the heroic spirits of Wutai!", regardless of what he thinks, Shinra will never allow such a disgraceful thing to happen.They didn't block the news either, and manipulated the direction of public opinion a little bit, and all the anger of revenge poured out on Wutai.

I also appreciate the chips they chose this time... When thinking of this, Sephiroth looked at Angel with some concern.

Angel shook his head slightly, but did not make a sound.

"Has the intrusion path not been found yet, Veld?" "That idiot" Heidegger impatiently flipped through the document and threw it on the table, pointing the question directly at Turks opposite him Supervisor, "I thought this kind of secret operation should have been strangled by you in the cradle, not publicized, let alone the school!" He repeated the word school, his rough beard twitching Shaking, "Included in the key protected schools!"

Wade clasped his hands under his chin and stared at the furious Heitinga without saying a word.He knew that the titular Vigilante Chief, the head of the Turks, Special Forces, and Army, wasn't as angry as he seemed.This is just a gesture, a technique, in order to show that he is not so incompetent bluff, the only thing Heitinga deserves to be at the bottom of his ass is his loyalty, or... flattery.Wade's silent gaze made Heitinga gradually speechless, and it wasn't until the big man shut up that the man snapped his fingers and asked Zeng to project the latest news on the wall.

"According to the investigation, they walked in through the gate of the Seventh District." Wade paused, leaving enough time to embarrass Heitinga.He twitched the corners of his mouth, sometimes the indifferent leader of the Turks didn't mind revenge, even if Heitinga wasn't enough to make him angry, it was still a little annoying anyway.After the president nodded, he continued, "The pass papers are from Lieutenant Carliss of the Permanent Force, but he is now a prisoner Carliss. Belted by a ghetto whore, nothing complicated, our defense There's nothing wrong with the system, except—"

Except tell your soldiers to tighten their belts.The unspoken words made Heitinga blush, because the army was his problem.

"That's the end of this question." President Shinra knocked on the table, "Next question, contingency plan?"

Lazard staggered, but before he could stand, Kuijt of General Affairs spoke first, "No compromises. It's not just about money and supplies, gentlemen and ladies. Sustaining the war has It is a big burden, and every resource we provide to Wutai means the extension of the war and the death of more soldiers. I think you are very aware of this. Other than that, I have no opinion .”

"But the situation is special." A toy cat sat on the seat of the Minister of Urban Development, "Most of the parents of those children work in Shinra. If it is not handled properly, the impact on Shinra's own stability will be incalculable. I hope you will do the same. can take that into consideration.”

"The terrorists killed their children anyway, any questions?" Heitinga sneered.

Probably because the interjection was too low-level, the conference table fell into silence for a while. No one wanted to answer Heitinga's words, and no one was willing to explain the situation to him.After a while, Scarlet, who had had enough of admiring the new nail polish, changed his posture and stared at Lazard opposite, "Since we want to annihilate them in the end, why not try our new weapon? Directional blasting There have been new developments recently."

Lazard held back harder and harder, and Sephiroth noticed that the veins on his temples were bulging, and he was even more excited than Angel.But in the end he restrained himself and spoke calmly, "I'm afraid I can't, respected Minister Scarlett, the explosion may not be possible, and it may have some impact on the structure of the disc." He knew that every time they spent here Every second means more children die, so the words are extremely short, "They are well trained, but the special forces are enough to handle them, the only problem is how to get the hostages back before they are all subdued. If Sephiroth breaks in with Angel— —”

"Maybe the brats are already dead." Scarlet interrupted him impatiently, "If your conclusion is to let the two of them intrude, in terms of the degree of damage, you might as well take my opinion. Explosions won't work, creature Can the Research Department provide some...gas?"

"Old rules, vote." President Shinra coldly made a decision.

The General Affairs Department has one vote, the Weapons Development Department has one vote, the Urban Development Department has one vote, and the Security Maintenance Department has three votes. The Biological Research Department and the Space Development Department have no say in this issue at all, and the vice president has one vote.In the end, the old Shinra has the right to decide.

"Vote for myself." The gorgeous woman raised her hand first.

"Scarlet." Heitinga smiled at her.

"Lazard." Doraemon said.

"Scarlett's plan should be less destructive." Detroit decided.

"Lazard." Wade said simply.

Rufas, who had not spoken all this time, became the focus of everyone's attention. He pondered for a while, then suddenly looked at Lazard, "If we use two privates, tell me, our supervisor, what are the chances of those children's survival?" How big is it?"

"...It is higher than Scarlet's plan."

But it won't be very high, with nine people, Sephiroth is enough to solve them all.But they didn't understand the current situation inside the auditorium. Maybe they would kill all the hostages the moment Sephiroth entered, and maybe they had prepared a lot of means against the special forces.

"Then, I think the conclusion is very clear." The blond boy smiled, and the smile caused Angel's heart to sink to the bottom, "Scarlet."

"Angel." The president suddenly turned slightly to the silent private first class, and asked ambiguously, "As one of the plan's candidate executors, what's your opinion?"

Angel's heart skipped a beat, he looked up in shock, things seemed to turn around?Under such circumstances, even Sephiroth can only be responsible for following orders. Unlike Lazard's mission, the resolutions of several ministers and presidents cannot be rejected. At least before this, Mr. Shinra has never asked for their opinions.

He knew that he had to seize this only chance, not just for Claude, as long as it gave those children even a chance of survival, he would try it.

Before Angel could think about it, his PHS suddenly rang.

He only set the most simple ringtone for incoming calls. The matter of Claude made him very worried. He forgot to set the mute before coming to the meeting room, and the monotonous sound echoed in the room.Even Angel was a little embarrassed. He opened the PHS and was about to cut it off, but the action froze there.

"What?" Sephiroth turned his head to look, also shocked.

The note on the caller ID is "Son".

During the three months he missed... what happened?

After briefly explaining the situation, Angel turned on the PHS and asked everyone present not to make a sound, because he didn't know what was going on there.After it was connected, there was a friction sound from the PHS, faintly mixed with the sound of a child crying.Angel's frowning brows loosened a little. Although the worry was still there, at least there was some reason to veto Scarlet's plan in this way.

The gorgeous female minister didn't pay attention to this point, and she didn't show any embarrassment.She glanced at the long table inadvertently, and found that although the president did not stare at PHS like everyone else, he was undoubtedly listening intently.Such an ambiguous attitude is worth pondering, she thought, she didn't stick to her plan that much.

Then there was a clear knocking sound from the PHS, a very regular and repeated knocking sound.

The expressions of several people in the security maintenance department changed slightly, and even the idiot Heitinga picked up a pen and started to take notes.

The previous repetitive sequence was just a warning, and then the other end began to convey some simple but crucial information.The number of robbers, their location, their weaponry, the condition of the hostages... This set of ciphers was originally used to transmit messages under special circumstances, and there was no encryption considerations. Basically, you can understand the meaning directly after listening to it once.The sound was cut off once, which coincided with the time when the group of terrorists "executed" another child, which proved something more.

The last three long and one short, "the report is over."

"There is no credibility." Heitinga questioned first, "Tax's intelligence shows that there are nine people, but—"

"This is precisely the most reliable place." Wade said softly and dangerously.He had looked serious throughout the meeting, but it wasn't until now that his eyes shone with a falcon-like sharpness that they realized that he might have just been performing his duties with little interest.

"The ten people he reported are the real situation, because the extra one is Turks."

Before Heitinga blasts and rants about some conspiracy theory, Wade asks Angel approvingly, "Your new son? You teach?"

It was impossible for Angel to answer this question.Naturally, he has never taught these troops, but he shouldn't hide his responsibilities...at least until everything is clear, he doesn't plan to talk about this issue, "Since there is an internal response, I think we have nothing to hesitate? "

"Wade! The Turks acquiesced to this attack!" Heitinga slapped the table and roared like a deeply enraged lion. "You...you could have stopped this! We didn't have to face To this crap!"

"Tucks doesn't need layman's advice."

"Huh? An outsider? What if your so-called expert means killing your own wife and daughter and razing your hometown to the ground?"

"Mr. Heitinga." Zeng smiled icily, the words just now are taboo in the entire Turks, "Let me presume. After our members risked their lives to infiltrate terrorist organizations, obtain information and stop the big Where were you and your men during the partial raid? At—”

The gaffe that was about to be blurted out was stopped by Wade, he ignored Heitinga's distorted face, and just gestured to President Shinra, "What do you mean?"

"Lazard." The middle-aged man pronounced the sentence without any emotion, "I hope you can give me a satisfactory result."

"Sometimes I don't understand." Angel moved his joints, and his tone showed deep fatigue, "Tax's matter, Wutai's matter, and many, many things. Things are not so complicated in the army. There is not so much power play when making a decision, and there is no need to bother to figure out the intention of the chief. I know the world will never be so simple, not as simple as Genesis thinks, but I thought I could at least stick to what I have always believed in Yes, now it seems that it is me who is naive."

"Believe in what?"

"Glory and dreams, and trust in you, hero."

The magic stone collided on the leather glove, Sephiroth stopped, and then he unconsciously began to rub these shiny spheres, the greenery flowing and shining slightly.He didn't feel much when he heard these words before, too many people said that, too much admiration and fear of him, so that he was a little strange to that "Sephiroth".But Angel's words reminded him of a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes that were so bright that it was exciting.

Was he being watched like that all the time?Even if it's not longing, it has nothing to do with worship, but...but it doesn't feel bad.

"You are perfect, a perfect god does not need ants overlooking the ground, their existence is meaningless. 』

Hojo was a little wrong again, despite his usual insanity.It's not all bad to always put up with his neurotic words, at least, sometimes it can bring a little unexpected fun.

"So do you still believe it now, Angel?" Sephiroth's mouth curved slightly.

"What are you thinking?" Angel realized that this sentence was not as simple as it sounded, and he couldn't help staring at Sephiroth with hope. The narrow smile of the silver-haired young man was inexplicably reassuring.

"Your little friend is very smart...very smart. I may have made a mistake in my previous evaluation, but he is just right. Why do you think he repeated the matter of 'the hostages are only children' so many times?" Light blue eyes flashed A trace of happiness, although the child named Claude is weak, but in other respects he brought many surprises, weak people also have a weak way of life.Sephiroth felt that he admired the little chocobo a little bit. Maybe after the matter was over, they could get along well for Angel's sake. "Think about it, what is the difference between those children and terrorists? The quality that makes us distinguish attacks, the chance of a one-hit kill?"

"You mean—" Angel was stunned, because of this bold plan, and because it was Claude's idea, "Can it be done? No... I don't doubt your ability, it's just the situation in the auditorium There may be some changes, maybe it can't be a one-hit kill..."

"About this point, I think Tux will be very helpful." Sephiroth threw two resurrections to Angel, "If there is no accident, you will not use other magic stones, do what you want It will be fine."

"You can't live up to his trust, can you, Papa Chocobo?"