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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. Alpha took this as a grand tactical command

adjusted her "slime-enhanced" physique and began scanning the perimeter for imaginary assassins. Her presence was regal, even in the casual

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 Actually, I just stayed up late practicing my

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."

"The life of a background character is hard," Cid muttered to himself, tossing the wooden stick into a bin. Behind him, he heard Beta whisper to the others: "Did you see? He threw the stick at a 45-degree angle! It's a map to the enemy's southern base!"

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.