It looks like this is becoming a series of 'snapshot' drabbles. No direct continuation from one to the other, just little peeks here and there. For r&r, thank you.
Enjoy.
fire mystic
Training
"He's very young."
Tseng glanced over his shoulder, mildly surprised the President was making an appearance to observe Turk training, one of the more mundane operations within Shinra, to which the president seldom gave his direct attention.
"Physically, yes," Tseng responded, turning back to watch his newest Turk. "But his experience and survival instincts are an entirely different matter."
Reno had yet to win. How could he when Tseng made sure the odds were stacked against him? When his opponents weren't exactly fighting fair? Long hair, loosely held at the nape of his neck, flicked over one shoulder as Reno studied his opponents. Calculating. Yes, he was a cunning one.
"I've also heard he is difficult to handle. Doesn't take orders very well."
Strategy determined, there was a flurry of movement on the training ground, and the dust settled around nothing but fallen Turks, but not one with red hair.
Indeed, Reno was nowhere to be seen.
Devious and wickedly, dangerously fast.
"He'll learn," Tseng responded, knowing the irony would be lost on the President.
The President surveyed the damage done before him, sure there were broken bones involved.
"Seems he has some work to do."
Tseng followed his line of thought, knowing that he couldn't risk more injuries to his Turks in simple training exercises.
"Careful, Sir. We don't want to break him. All that raw instinct will be an enormous asset for the Turks. For Shinra."
Reno reappeared then, dragging another unconscious Turk across the ground by his tie, casting a very self-satisfied, triumphant expression at Tseng, a streak of blood as a badge of honor across his cheek.
Yes, it was time to move these training sessions to the simulation chamber.