Yuffie Kisaragi
Materia Thief
The sun set on the horizon. The dying light illuminated a meadow, full of an abundance of flowers. In the middle sat a man, dressed in blue robes. His shaggy brown hair blew slightly in the wind, alongside all of the various blooms. At his side sat a blade, sheathed in a hard scabbard that had a rifle barrel and a trigger. The weapon was unconventional, but it was his. He breathed deeply, taking in the fresh air once more. Then he stood, grabbing the scabbard in his right had as he did so. He fingered a green pendant that was wrapped around his left wrist. He ran his hand through his hair, then, without warning, drew his blade and got into a ready position. His sword was long, gleaming steel. He still held the scabbard in his right hand, backhanded. A cautious finger pressed against the trigger guard. "Show yourself!"