Tifa stood awkwardly in front of the door and waited quietly, holding her hands in front of her belly and twisting her fingers together unconsciously.
After about half a minute, the door suddenly opened.
Heather was wearing a dark blue jacket and sweatpants, and her shoes were cheap CLARKS sneakers that are easy to move around. He had messy black hair, and his eyelids were half drooped behind his glasses. After opening the door, he glanced at Tifa: "I remember
What I said yesterday was [6 a.m.]."
Tifa said "Ah", then bowed in embarrassment and apologized: "Yes, I'm sorry, I came early and disturbed you, senior brother..."
"Forget it, just be early this time. Remember to be punctual next time."
Heather picked up a cowhide ledger on the table at the door and put it into the inner pocket of her coat, then waved her hand. Upon seeing this, Tifa quickly stepped aside to make room, and the former walked out of Room 202.
Locked the door: "Follow me."
Tifa followed Heather and walked down the stairs along the narrow second-floor corridor of Tianwangzhuang. When stepping on the metal steps, Tifa deliberately kept her steps gentle, for fear of disturbing Granny Mare while she was resting. Then she was surprised to find senior brother Heather.
It was obviously a normal walking posture, but it didn't make any sound from the rusty metal steps, just like a cat walking lightly.
[It's like a ghost]...Tifa remembered for no reason what Granny Mare said about her senior brother last night.
At the same time, Tifa secretly wondered if her senior brother had deliberately slowed down his steps because he was concerned about Granny Mare's rest condition. He obviously knew how to take care of others, so why did he deliberately adopt an indifferent posture?
The two of them walked one after another along the bright streets of the slums of Qifan Street towards the outer wall of Midgar. Heather just walked forward in silence and at a neither fast nor slow speed. Tifa happened to be between a fast walk and a trot.
speed.
Heather didn't speak, and Tifa didn't know how to talk. Moreover, she had to jog all the way to keep up with Heather as she was recovering from a serious illness. She was inevitably out of breath, so she naturally couldn't talk to her.
The closer to the outer wall, the sparser the residential facilities are. There are piles of construction waste discarded from the upper city, broken tires, rusty steel bars and huge pipes. The barbed wire used for isolation has long been rusted, which is not so much a function.
The isolation function is more like a symbolic division of areas.
The two quickly walked through the deserted waste area and came to a desolate open space. This place was very close to the almost endless towering outer wall, and they could even see through the gaps in the edge of the huge steel disk above their heads.
See some of the colors the sky should have.
Heather looked around. The silence in the dimly lit open space seemed a bit too quiet. There were piles of sand and rocks everywhere, and in the distance was a broken metal passage.
He nodded and turned to look at Tifa: "That's it. I'll give you ten seconds to adjust your breathing, and then use all your means to attack me."
"Ah...ah?" Tifa, who was panting with her hands on her waist, looked at Heather in surprise, not even bothering to wipe the sweat from her forehead: "Brother, what did you say?"
"You still have 7 seconds."
Heather just lowered her hands and looked at Tifa. Although she didn't put on a posture, Tifa could feel the [murderous aura] rising steadily from her senior brother.
Brother is serious!
Tifa clenched her fists with both hands in a Zanganliu fighting style, and stood ready. Her senior brother was called a super genius that her master had not seen for decades, and she was just a novice who had learned Zanganliu fighting method for more than a year. She had to
Concentrate all your energy.
3 seconds!
Tifa secretly encouraged herself, no problem, didn't she kill the monsters in Demon Mountain before? Tifa, you can do it.
2 seconds!
Tifa's slender and pale little fists were clenched tightly. She didn't want her senior brother to feel that she was not worthy of being taught. She wanted to show her senior brother her potential in Zanganliu fighting skills.
1 second!
Heather twitched her fingers at Tifa.
drink!
Tifa's feet suddenly exerted force, and she rushed towards Heather. Her left fist turned into a palm, and the bottom of her palm struck Heather's chin, but Heather easily avoided it. The girl's long-charged right fist took advantage of the situation and struck out.
, and was blocked by Heather with one hand.
The two of them were attacking and defending, and the sound of fists and kicks could be heard constantly in the open space.
Heather did not treat Tifa with a scornful attitude. Instead, she took a defensive posture very seriously and constantly deflected or evaded Tifa's offensive.
The girl used all the skills she had learned and continued to attack Heather with her own style of Zanganliu fighting art. Master Zangan said that each of his disciples' Zanganliu fighting art would be integrated into their own style.
Style, this is exactly the spirit of Zanganliu.
Compared to her master's heavy, powerful and thunderous attacks, Tifa prefers to move smoothly and smoothly. Even though Zangan-ryu fighting technique does not technically include the technique of moving and attacking at the same time, Tifa's punches and
The feet are very flexible, and the girl's body also shows unusual flexibility. She can always attack at incredible angles and postures while moving quickly.
If it were an ordinary person as the opponent, maybe he would be a little confused facing this fifteen-year-old girl, right?
The attack and defense between the two lasted for about 5 minutes. Seeing that Tifa's speed and punching strength had dropped visibly, Heather grabbed Tifa's kicks from the side and pushed them forward. The girl
He stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Okay, that's it for now."
Heather did not help Tifa, but took out the cowhide ledger with a pen from the inner pocket of her coat, opened it and wrote something on it.
Tifa sat on the ground for a while and then slowly got up. It was strange to say that since the fire, her mood had been as gloomy as a rainy night, but after the five minutes of hearty
Attack as much as you want, and your mood seems to have become a little more comfortable.
He lost his hometown, lost his family, and suddenly came to Midgar. He didn't even know how to earn money for the next meal, and where was the future... But at least, he still had hands and feet, and he still had learning.
I have the skills from my master. As long as you work hard, you will definitely find a way.
"As long as you learn it, no one can take it away."
Heather, who was writing in her ledger with her head down, suddenly said this sentence without thinking, then stopped writing and looked up at Tifa:
"You practiced very well and incorporated your own characteristics on the basis of Zanganliu."
Suddenly receiving praise from her senior brother, Tifa's pretty face turned bright red: "It's because Master taught her well."
"Zangan has always liked free-range teaching. To put it bluntly, it means letting the disciples grow freely. Don't put gold on his face."
Heather obviously understands Zangan’s style very well: “This is Midgar, and the lower city is a mixed bag, and anything can happen. So you need to become stronger. Remember, no one can take away what you have learned.
.”
With that said, he handed the cowhide ledger to Tifa, who took it with both hands and discovered that what Heather had written in the ledger was a detailed analysis of his fighting style.
Heather pointed to the writing on the paper and said: "You are not strong enough but very fast. You need to train in a targeted manner. Strengthen your strength and stamina while ensuring your speed, otherwise you will not be able to cope with a multi-person fight."
.For the next three months, come to me at six o'clock every morning. I will make an exercise plan to help your physical strength return to the level before the injury as soon as possible, and then you can start practicing Zanganliu fighting art."
Although Heather's tone was stern, Tifa could feel the concern from her senior brother. She nodded heavily: "Please, senior brother."
"Don't use 'you', am I that old?"
Heather looked around: "This place is very secluded and suitable for practice. I will come here from now on. Now, the next stop."
"Huh?" Tifa thought she was going to start practicing today.
Heather glanced at her: "Oh, what, you need to find a job, otherwise even if Mare reduces your rent by half, you still can't afford it."
Tifa then remembered that her assets were less than 500 GIL, and she couldn't even afford this month's rent.
"But before looking for a job..."
Heather pointed in the direction of Qifan Street Station: