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Cid walked away, his cape (which he wasn't wearing, but felt like he was) fluttering in the imaginary wind. Another day of successfully being "normal" was in the books.

began frantically scribbling in her notebook, titled The Chronicles of Master Shadow , interpreting his nap as a "strategic slumber to deceive the heavens." Cid walked away, his cape (which he wasn't

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." "Delta, I am currently 'Cid the Mediocre

To Cid, every moment was a stage. To be a true "Eminence in Shadow," one had to master the art of being so unremarkable that people’s eyes naturally slid past him like water off a duck's back. 1. The Unexpected Guest buying a single

"Delta, stop bothering Shadow-sama," Alpha said firmly. She turned to Cid, her eyes gleaming with misplaced reverence. "I assume this 'napping' is actually a form of deep meditation to refine your mana circuits against the coming Diablos Cult threat?"

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

He ended up at a cheap food stall, buying a single, lukewarm meat skewer. As he ate it, he noticed the Seven Shadows watching him from various rooftops, hidden in the shadows. They were convinced he was eating the skewer in a specific way to signal a secret rendezvous point.