Ever since she was young, Yuffie Kisaragi had always had a thing for Materia. Thanks to her father, she saw her hometown village turn into a resort town through the years. Now she was a young teenager, and thinking that she could restore this town back to its glory, she began training to become a ninja warrior.
11:40 AM, two years and some time before the events of Final Fantasy VII
"That is correct. The Mayor of Midgar is... Yuri!"
"Mayor Domino!" answered Yuri.
"Correct. The Department of Administrative Research is known as... Kito!"
"The Turks," answered Kito.
"The current Vice-President is... Yuffie!? ... Yuffie..." Mrs. Mariko sighed. "Sleeping again. Can someone wake Yuffie up?"
Yuri sat one row in front of Yuffie, and leaning towards her right ear, he yelled out "YUFFIE!"
"Huh... uhh WHAT?!" Yuffie jumped up. "Shut up, Yuri..."
"Yuffie," said Mrs. Mariko. "If you're going to sleep in my class again, I'm going to have to kick you out," she warned, shaking her head. "Anyone know the answer? Ren?"
"The Vice-President is Rufus Shinra."
"Correct."
"Oh man, why'd I even take this class?" Yuffie thought. She hated the teacher and she hated social studies, especially since all she learned about was related to the Shinra. "15 more minutes," she whispered. Then it's off to lunch, the time of day where Yuffie, rather than socializing with her 'friends', spent training in the gym or running outside.
"Now to hand back your exams..." Mrs Mariko opened her drawer and took out a package of white papers. "The exams were done quite well. Class average, 75%. Um, Yuffie!" she called out.
Yuffie walked up to the front to retrieve her exam while more names were being called. She bobbled her head contently as she took a glimpse of her score marked in red.
"Eighty percent!" she bragged, to her classroom neighbor Mitch. "Try and top that!"
"Tch," Mitch responded back as he waited for his name to be called.
Although Yuffie hardly listened in class, she was not a person who chose not to study. She cared about her grades, and a score of 80% was exactly what she had hoped for. Yuffie was a smart kid, but at the same time, she had potential to do much better than 80.
"Mitch?" Mrs. Mariko called. When Mitch returned to his seat, he wasn't smiling. Shaking his head and not saying a word, he showed Yuffie his score, a solid result of 87%.
"Hmph, overachievers."
It was 12:00 PM. "You may leave for lunch now," Mrs. Mariko said. "Today's lunch special is roast -"
"Heh, whatever who cares!" Yuffie screamed at her as she sprinted out of class.
