Granted, they were all supposed to be allies, or at least on friendly enough terms to feign it while they were allowed access to each other's villages. Still, there was no helping the level of suspicion that came with shinobi life. Tifa, at the very least, wanted to believe in the best of people. But even she had been subject to unexpected betrayal, and the idea of it happening again always had her on edge.
And so, there had never been much protest when the Raikage would assign her to play escort and guide whenever foreign shinobi came to visit. Tifa had the kind and courteous disposition that could put anyone at ease, even during the most tense of situations. But it was always for that same reason that enemies would often underestimate her skills, or how far the kunoichi would go to protect the village she loved.
"So," she chirped cheerfully, glancing back at her charge, "What brings you to Cloud?"
2. Woman with the Iron Fist
It was almost too quiet. And that had been her first sign that she was being followed.
She had walked this trail on a number of occasions. It was one of her favorites. Compared to the high mountains of Lightning, and the harsh climate that came with it, she found herself welcoming the fresh smell of grass and trees. And the bursts of color from the wildflowers that would grow along the road. But most importantly, Tifa enjoyed the teeming amount of life she would see along the way.
Rabbits scampering across her path, deer peeking out from the glade, and the sweet chirp of birdsongs well into the summer night. They were all things that she accounted to the experience of taking this road through the south. And she had seen and heard none of it in the last half-hour at least.
But while Tifa had always been the reactionary sort of shinobi, the waiting and uncertainty of what would happen nest was starting to be too much.
"You can come out," the kunoichi called, stopping in her tracks, "I know you're there."
Tifa Lockhart | Final Fantasy 7 | Kumogakure | I am a dirty tease...
Granted, they were all supposed to be allies, or at least on friendly enough terms to feign it while they were allowed access to each other's villages. Still, there was no helping the level of suspicion that came with shinobi life. Tifa, at the very least, wanted to believe in the best of people. But even she had been subject to unexpected betrayal, and the idea of it happening again always had her on edge.
And so, there had never been much protest when the Raikage would assign her to play escort and guide whenever foreign shinobi came to visit. Tifa had the kind and courteous disposition that could put anyone at ease, even during the most tense of situations. But it was always for that same reason that enemies would often underestimate her skills, or how far the kunoichi would go to protect the village she loved.
"So," she chirped cheerfully, glancing back at her charge, "What brings you to Cloud?"
2. Woman with the Iron Fist
It was almost too quiet. And that had been her first sign that she was being followed.
She had walked this trail on a number of occasions. It was one of her favorites. Compared to the high mountains of Lightning, and the harsh climate that came with it, she found herself welcoming the fresh smell of grass and trees. And the bursts of color from the wildflowers that would grow along the road. But most importantly, Tifa enjoyed the teeming amount of life she would see along the way.
Rabbits scampering across her path, deer peeking out from the glade, and the sweet chirp of birdsongs well into the summer night. They were all things that she accounted to the experience of taking this road through the south. And she had seen and heard none of it in the last half-hour at least.
But while Tifa had always been the reactionary sort of shinobi, the waiting and uncertainty of what would happen nest was starting to be too much.
"You can come out," the kunoichi called, stopping in her tracks, "I know you're there."
3. Wildcard