A foreigner's journey

Tifa looked puzzled: "Huh? Why?"

Mare just smiled. She had experienced so much and had seen so much, so she could naturally tell that Tifa was "special" to Heather.

It has nothing to do with love between men and women, but Tifa seems to have touched a soft place in Heather's heart and takes care of her like a sister. It's obviously just the first time they met, and there are girls in Midgar who are more beautiful than Tifa, but why is Tifa the only one who gets this special treatment? Is it because they are both disciples of Zangan? No, Heather has clearly announced that she has severed the master-disciple relationship with Zangan.

Marei couldn't explain the reason, and could only attribute it to "fate".

Of course Mare didn't understand, because "Final Fantasy 7" was once Heather's favorite video game, and Tifa was his favorite character in the game. Even though she has traveled through so many worlds and experienced so many things since she became a foreigner, her memories on Earth are still the most precious treasure in Heather's heart.

Although it is not mentioned too much in the main game, it also indirectly points out how hard Tifa lived in the five years before the start of the main game, and Heather simply wanted to help her.

It's not Heather's LSP attack. Tifa is only 15 years old now and is far from as mature and majestic as in the main game. Her figure is even different, and she still can't attract Heather.

If you really want to give a reason, it can only be explained by [feelings].

While Mare was chatting with Tifa, the door was pushed open, and Heather walked in and took a sniff: "Garlic soup? Hey, there are too few tomatoes, please put half more."

"Why is your dog's nose so sharp?"

Marley glanced at Heather unhappily, and then directed Tifa: "Little Tifa, cut another half of a tomato, chop it into small pieces and put it into the soup."

"Don't forget to lay down a few eggs before taking them out of the pot." Heather reminded her again as she walked to the cabinet and poured water by herself.

"Tsk, there are so many things... Little Tifa, the eggs are in the drawer on your right, take three."

"OK."

Tifa cracked three eggs next to the steaming soup pot. The high temperature quickly made the eggs floating on the surface of the soup half-cooked, and the yellow-orange yolks trembled in the constantly rolling soup.

A few minutes later, the steaming soup pot was brought to the table. Tifa diligently poured pesto soup and half-boiled eggs into the bowls of the three of them, set the utensils, then tore the bread into pieces and threw them into the soup bowl. The originally crispy and hard bread began to become slightly soft as it continued to absorb the soup.

"It tastes best when the surface of the bread is still crispy, so go ahead and eat it."

Heather sat down at the table, unceremoniously picked up a spoon, scooped up half a spoonful of thick soup and a small piece of bread filled with soup juice, blew on it and put it into her mouth.

When Tifa saw Granny Mare and her senior brother starting to enjoy the food, she also picked up a spoon and took a spoonful of thick soup. Afraid of getting burned, she blew on it again and again, and then she dared to put the spoon into her mouth when she felt it was almost done.

In an instant, the slightly strong but rich soup hit Tifa's taste buds and warmed Tifa's stomach and heart.

She ate another piece of bread that was full of soup. The senior brother was right. Although the bread was slightly soft because of the soup inside, the surface was still crispy and fragrant. It even makes a slight crunch when you bite it in your mouth, and the rich soup bursts out at the same time.

Looking at her senior brother and Granny Mare who were eating with satisfaction, Tifa felt as if she had returned to her hometown of Nibelheim. My father had not yet died in the fire, but he seemed to be sitting at the dining table praising his cooking skills for making progress.

Hometown, family, all gone.

Snap...

Tears ran down her face and dropped into the soup bowl. You can't cry. The more Tifa thought about it, the harder it became to suppress her emotions.

Mare walked over quietly and handed the handkerchief to Tifa, while Heather still drank the soup one spoonful at a time without changing her expression, as if she didn't notice the situation on Tifa's side at all.

Tifa gradually calmed down under Mare's comfort and kept whispering apologies. She felt that she had ruined everyone's interest in the meal.

Clinking, the spoon was thrown into the empty bowl. Heather wiped the corners of her mouth and stood up, and said to Tifa nonchalantly:

"Come to 202 to see me at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't be late. Well, I'll leave the washing of dishes to you."

After saying that, he decisively opened the door and left. Soon, the sound of footsteps came from the direction of the metal stairs next to it.

Tifa clenched her handkerchief depressedly: "I...did I make my senior brother unhappy? I disturbed a good meal, I'm really sorry..."

"I don't blame you. It should be said that this is his normal way of getting along with us."

Mare patted Tifa's back gently:

"He paid to rent the kitchen with a cold face, and just cooked his own dinner for one person, and then carried the food upstairs without saying a word. The next morning, washed dishes would appear in front of my door... … Almost like a ghost. On the bright side, at least he’s willing to let you do the dishes for him?”

Tifa wiped the corners of her eyes and wanted to stand up to wash the dishes, but Mare held her shoulders and sat back down.

"Why are you so anxious? You haven't had a few sips of the soup yet. Your injury just needs to be replenished. The garlic soup is a good thing. Come on, keep drinking."

After finishing the soup and washing the dishes, Tifa and Mare said good night to each other and then stepped onto the metal stairs holding their own bags. Kick, kick, kick... the sound was really loud. She subconsciously stepped lightly, fearing to disturb Granny Marley and her senior brother.

Walking to the door of her room No. 201, she took out the key that Mare gave her and opened the door. Before entering, she took one last look at the door of room No. 202 next to her, bowed slightly and walked into her room. .

After some arrangements, it was already late at night. Tifa lay on the bed covered with new sheets, looking at the unfamiliar ceiling above her head, subconsciously curling up and covering her injured chest.

She thought of the overwhelming fire, of her father lying in a pool of blood, of the bright sword light and long silver hair... Finally, her thoughts stopped at the water tower under the night sky, and the man with a ponytail. blond boy.

Tears soaked the sheets.

……………………

When Tifa woke up, she first saw an unfamiliar ceiling. She tried hard to recall before remembering where she was.

She hurriedly looked at the clock in front of the bed that her senior brother asked her to buy. Fortunately, it was just 5:30.

Walking to the sink, she lifted up her clothes in front of the mirror. There was a mark of obviously different colors from her left collarbone to the bottom of her right breast. It was a knife wound caused by Sephiroth. Not only was the wound deep, but a considerable part of the sternum was shattered. It was replaced by an artificial bone and a metal bracket. The doctor said that if nothing unexpected happened, this metal bracket would stay with him for the rest of his life.

It has to be said that the medical technology of Midgar Central Hospital is indeed very powerful. Both the early artificial bone and metal scaffold reinforcement and the later skin grafting were very successful. After all, such a serious injury cannot be treated with [healing] magic stones, even if it is a power called 'magic'.

The girl's fingers traced the slightly different color of the skin. Before discharge, the doctor said that the skin here would eventually become the same color as the surrounding skin over time.

Putting down her clothes, Tifa washed herself, put on a cheap coat and short skirt and opened the door. At 5:45 in the morning, the No. 7 Mako Furnace overhead had not yet begun to formally adjust the light source, and was only slightly lit.

For the lower-class slums, even sunbathing is a luxury. On weekdays, all the light comes from the magic furnace in the corresponding area. This extremely huge magic furnace will gradually change the light intensity over time. Almost all the light in the lower area comes from this, so it is also called [ Ghetto Sun].

Tifa stood in front of the door and moved her hands and feet a little, then walked to the door of Room 202 to calm down, and knocked gently on the door.

Dude, dunk, dunk.

Thanks to Chaoji for the 1,500 starting coins

PS: Well, Saturday’s update will be a little later because my family will be watching the Olympic opening ceremony together on Friday night. By the way, this Japanese Olympic Games has already started all sorts of things. It’s so joyful.