:: Training ::
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Disclaimer:
Well I don't own any of the characters or places used what feature in the game, the rest are mine.
I also don't own Final Fantasy.
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Authors Note:
Well here goes, my first Final Fantasy FanFic I hope you enjoy it I have written this to start of the fanfiction part in my Final Fantasy Site at http://www.ffsystem.net if you want to add your work there you are most welcome.
Thanks to Ashley and Patrick who have helped make this happen ^_^ Also a note to my utopia kingdom, to say hi.
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A loud high pitch squeak suddenly hushed the room of young men and women in their light blue ceremonial uniform. Black polished boots, pale sky blue trousers with a grey line down the left leg, a similar coloured top followed by a dark royal blue jacket with the gold Shin-Ra logo at the heart.
Followed by a few taps of a large microphone, a man in a blue suit and sunglasses, stepped away from the microphone and nodded to a man at a large door at the side of the room leading onto a stage. Raised from the room floor, with a two rung rail around it. A speaker's table centred the stage.
The quiet signalled it was going to start, Sephiroth moved his head up to adjust his gaze, to see a round man walk out of the doors, obviously a well fed and dressed man. Also a tall woman dressed in red walked in, both young, in their late twenties he observed.
A speech started the man and woman telling the group of about one hundred and fifty un-relevant information which bored many and which they had already heard one hundred times before in general 'grunt' training, however Sephiroth listened attentively. He heard some people make a joke,
"Is this our torture training then?" someone jokingly whispered.
This made people around the man discretely snigger, but just made Sephiroth agitated, it made him go off into his own thoughts, although he wanted to join soldier. He wanted to be famous, although his uniform was prestigious, he was the same as the rest of everyone else in the room, wearing the same uniform, at the same stage in training and just as un noticed.
After two hours of being shouted at, a further hour of unimportant information to meeting was over, only to be met with more standing.
The first night was a late one, and an even earlier start, something the long silver haired was not used too. These body clock changes and he could still feel parts of his fever returning, he spent the rest of the night on his top bunk tossing and turning, periodically being prodded from underneath by the person in the lower bunk for waking them up.
No one slept well.
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Training wasn't as tough on Sephiroth, the harsh conditions of Icicle Lodge had hardened him for life a lot, when Sephiroth was five, and he left the grounds of Icicle Lodge, and got lost. He ended up in a chain of caves to the east, three days later Sephiroth was a shivering wreak, he was found nearly dead on the fourth day, so cold and still he was actually presumed dead by the search team. So they weren't as careful with the body as it should have being. This carelessness left a permanent scar from the ice across his arm, which was prayed upon by Sephiroth's trainer.
The afternoon of the second day of basic training was personal weapon combat. Everyone was grouped into pairs to battle each other, the winner would get sleep in the evening, the lose of the two would get a night of press-ups.
Sephiroth was paired up with a large, muscular man who used a pole type weapon in combat, similar to a helicopter blade, it was decorated in bright colours, and looked more like a plastic toy then a weapon. That is until you saw the blade at the top of the bottom, like the fangs of a serpent.
A worthy foe Sephiroth thought.
"You! Choose your weapon, you can't have two! What's it gonna be sunny? The broad sword or that long sharp stick thing"
"Oh," Sephiroth instinctively picked up his old broad sword, but something told him to put it down, some kind of force like a magnet, repelling the broad sword and attracting the masamune." Sephiroth opened his palm to release the broad sword, which dropped to the floor and shattered, Sephiroth's eyes widened his sword which had killed many worthy enemies in the past had shattered by being dropped on the floor? How could this be?
Sephiroth picked up the masamune and again a strange blue light emitted from the handle, which engulfed his hand.
"Hey no magic here! Hand to hand combat only, don't make me disqualify you!" Instantly the blue glow disappeared.
"So the long sharp stick it is then" The instructor mused.
The squad named 'Serpents' lined up down the courtyard of the MIST (Midgar Intelligence and Soldier Training) complex, each partner facing the other at twenty paces apart, none wanting to lose, each wanting their sleep. It started to rain, lightly at first but slowly it started to get heavier.
"Right then!" shouted the instructor
"Rules are simple! One, Fight your partner, the winner is the one to get their weapon into a position on the body of your opponent, which in battle if carried through would be lethal."
"Two, take no prisoners"
"Three, The loser gets a night of press-ups."
"Begin"
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"Then we have no alternative," said a man dressed in a red suit to another man with long black hair. "Contact the Wutian's again the last thing we want for the economic stability of Shin-Ra is a war, but if there is no other viable option, and they do not withdraw their position within 24 hours, we shall be forced to send in SOLDIER, deliver that ultimatum."
"Yes sir" The man with long black hair hastily walked off to the outer balcony where a helicopter was waiting, to take a diplomat to the western most continent, Wutai.
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Sephiroth looked up, but didn't move, the noise from the other battler's was deafening, war cries to cries of pain, Sephiroth's opponent, a white male, with short blonde hair, with a muscular body, ran towards Sephiroth, who still remained still. The man raised his poll arm so it could be spun down for what seemed to be an easy victory. When Sephiroth at the last moment raised his sword up at shoulder height, the man was forced to swing his poll arm down to push down the sword, which made a metallic clanging, and the blade slide down the masamune to the ground. Letting Sephiroth move the sword up, and with a quick flick of the wrists, he had slashed a gash into his opponent's arm.
Mean while, others in the group were falling to others, medics attending to them, with large cure materia around their necks, chanting cure spells for the wounded. Other groups were in gridlock fighting hard and not giving up, while Sephiroth had barely moved one pace, he could easily block the poll arm with the sword and move it into an open position for an attack.
Seeing blood spewing from the blonde's arm a medic stepped forward next to the instructor who was watching the two with intent, he raised his arm to stop the medic from casting their magic.
Neither of the two opponents would give up and were still battling well after all the others had stopped, but were injured and in a bad way, but none wanting to make the other lose, but at the same time they would not make themselves lose, this determination kept them going.
"Ill take five to one on Sephiroth losing," said a cocky young man, tall with brown hair and eyes.
"Your on" a friend of his quickly replied.
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Three hours later both men had collapsed on the floor out of exhaustion, muscles ached where Sephiroth thought there were no muscles.
"Sir" A young grunt said, stating he was there, prompting the instructor to turn around.
"Yes?" he enquired.
"I have the file on Sephiroth you requested, something is strange, it wasn't in the military filing but it was in the science department."
"Dismissed" the instructor stated.
"Sir" the grunt saluted, stood to attention and turned to walk off.
The instructor looked through the files with some intent, nothing unusual in it, so why was it stored in the science department? He pondered. It says here Mako levels in his blood were high even before the Mako sprinkling process, at the bottom he noticed the seal oh Hojo, so what do you want with Sephiroth Hojo he pondered…
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The instructor stepped in and with his small pistol he shot the ground next to each of the fighters heads. "Game Over"
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A Shin-Ra diplomat sitting in a helicopter, just reached the coast of Wutai, smoke could be seen from where the new Shin-Ra fortress was, the sound of battle was raging, the death was present clear as scent.
He opened his laptop computer, which automatically powered up and onto the Shin-Ra network, within seconds he had a video up link with the president.
"Sir things look bad here, looks like the Wutian's will take over the fortress and maybe even advance on further, things aren't looking good but ill do my best in quelling the situation."
"Look over there" The pilot, said over the intercom.
The diplomat looked wide-eyed at what was coming.
A huge tidal wave, with a sea dragon approached, roaring like a train of water.
"Shit"
The president tapped on his computer, which bleeped and caused an error message: 'up link terminated.'
"Then we shall fight back, generals, I think we can assume Outpost Delta is hostile, suggestions?"
A general dressed in green, a short man but highly decorated in medals stepped up, "Sir using missiles and air attacks would be inadvisable we don't know how many of our men are still alive. Killing our own men would lower the company's reputation, so we must send in the land-based army. We should mobilise the grunts and SOLDIER first class and its trainees. Then we could send in the Turks to locate who is behind this."
The President sighed and left a pause of thought, "send them in" The president then swung his chair around and looked out of the window into the horizon.
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Sephiroth and his platoon were woken up the next morning by a loud shouting.
"Wake up men, were going to war!"
Sephiroth just looked up in surprise.
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Authors Note:
Ok not the best chapter I'll do, anyway time for war.
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