Big Sis Tifa's Live Tutorial (Fourth Update) / The Witch Who Needs Some Taming

It can be said that the SCP Foundation is the sword and shield that she and Kevin forged together for humanity!

Although no one knows the origins or purpose of this Diva's actions, there is no doubt that she is not an enemy.

"Didn't you say that he could only regain his memories if he obtained all seven Memory Fragment? Then why did this guy seem to remember some of our past together?"

Having finally gotten a chance to get something out of this mysterious Diva, Officer Jill tentatively continued to press for answers.

Hatsune Miku blinked innocently, her expression pure and guileless.

"Hey, didn't I say? Only the first Memory Fragment belongs to him; the other six belong to six other people..."

"I'm not just doing this for fun. For Fei to divide a person's memory into seven parts is just too inhumane..."

"However, in a sense, I'm also a god who controls human memories. If he can get his hands on those things, the future will definitely be even more interesting..."

Jill unconsciously clenched her fist, a hint of excitement appearing on her face.

"So, he can now fully recover his memories?"

"Of course... no! Piecing together and reviving memories is a difficult process. Only if he makes some kind of sacrifice can I give him a little incentive and show him some favoritism."

"They're very fair! And so is the world. Don't always think about using connections!"

Hatsune Miku, hands on hips and frowning, thwarted Jill's increasingly audacious ambitions.

"Favoritism? You'd favor us? You're kidding me!"

Not getting the answer she expected, Officer Jill hummed and sat back on the sofa to drink, secretly rolling her eyes.

"Hey! That's outrageous! A bunch of heartless fake fans!"

Hatsune Miku's face was tense, looking unhappy and needing to be coaxed.

"Alright, alright, I'll be there on time for your new song release in three days! I'll also bring a whole bunch of fans to support you!"

Although Jill had long since become immune to this, after working together for so many years, she was still willing to appease the Speaker of the O5 Council.

"Tch, I'm ignoring you!"

Hatsune Miku sensed the insincerity in Officer Jill's words, hummed softly, and turned to walk towards the balcony.

However, before jumping off the building, Her Princess still gave a few words of advice out of concern.

"Hey, you stinky Jill, it's fine if you eat alone, but don't bring a bunch of people along for a group meal!"

"Otherwise, I might delete your account!"

Jill sensed that Hatsune Miku was extremely serious when she said those words, so she nodded subconsciously.

Since it was just a sneaky meal during a mission, if I were to spread it around the world, I probably wouldn't get any myself, so it's better to behave myself.

After receiving an affirmative answer, the Princess, who had come to rectify the atmosphere, tore off her "Disciplinary Committee Member" epaulettes, leaped into the air, and disappeared into the night sky.

The girl, who landed lightly in the alley, glanced at Jill's bedroom, pouted, and muttered something under her breath.

"No bias? Try letting an ordinary person experience a similar disaster, they'd be dead eight times over!"

"Clearly pampered, yet unaware and dissatisfied—how despicable! A bunch of heartless fake fans!"

In this world, mediocrity and ordinariness are the norm; not everyone is qualified to be a savior.

And the foundation is full of weirdos, yet they are the ones who determine the course of the world.

The world will be the way you are.

Because you are the protagonists of every disaster, the darlings of this world, a bunch of idiots!

Hatsune Miku tossed the Glow Stick Leek into Officer Jill's balcony, then took small, furtive steps and sneakily ran away with a sly smile.

Chapter 459, Section 485: Sister Tifa's Online Tutorial (Fourth Update)

As night falls, the abandoned commercial district is sparsely lit, and most of the streets appear desolate and deserted.

Because this area is at the forefront of land reclamation in Tokyo Bay, thousands of [Cursed Children] gather on one side of the area, and there are also rumors of Gastrea occasionally coming ashore and attacking residents.

Therefore, not many upper-class people are willing to settle here. The once high-end commercial district has declined, benefiting many poor people instead.

Regardless, life goes on. To make a living here, aside from a few normal forms of entertainment, bars and red-light districts have gradually become the defining features of the area due to the police's lax attitude.

Of course, for Kevin, a minor, entering a vulgar store would only make him more likely to become the center of attention and get into trouble.

Therefore, the boy immediately took a liking to the relatively clean and tidy bar "Seventh Heaven" on Midgar 7th Street.

Once inside, there weren't many customers in the lobby, and the atmosphere was relatively harmonious. It seemed that the customers were all trying their best to be polite, and they all spoke in hushed tones.

Even so, the fact that a child of Kevin's height was allowed inside still drew some attention from some people.

The bartender behind the bar was an oriental beauty with long, flowing black hair. Beneath her gentle appearance, her nimble, white fingers danced up and down like butterflies flitting among flowers, displaying remarkable grace.

A lively and playful girl with a headband is acting as a waitress; the burly man in the corner with his hands in his pockets is probably a security guard.

Using his height advantage, Kevin could vaguely see a man in a trench coat washing dishes in the kitchen.

It might seem like just an ordinary bar, but Kevin had previously taught Tendou Kisara before setting off, and knew that Seventh Heaven Bar was the most dangerous place on this street.

More importantly, it has excellent connections; its owner, Tifa, is secretly engaged in the buying and selling of information.

Besides, Kevin himself is quite knowledgeable; the waiter who could easily navigate various obstacles with his eyes closed must be incredibly agile.

The bartender behind the counter, though his fingers were fair and his arms showed no signs of training, seemed to be proficient in boxing, judging from the frequency and precision of his wrist snaps and the coordination of his fingers and palms.

Of course, only the man in the trench coat in the kitchen gave him a sense of threat.

"A Blue Margarita, with three cherries on top!"

The little guy tiptoed to the bar, puffed out his cheeks, and ordered.

After handing the prepared Bloody Mary to the waiting guests, Tifa paused slightly upon hearing this, then looked down at the cute and handsome little boy in front of her and couldn't help but smile.

As the bartender's fingers danced across the glass, the icy blue liquid, infused with the aromas of milk and fruit, was poured into a stemmed glass, where three cherries were neatly arranged, looking exquisite and adorable.

"Margaret, please enjoy your meal. Come home early after you finish, little brother..."

Kevin took a sip, and the fragrant sweetness of blueberries and other fruit juices flowed down his throat. Upon closer inspection, he found no taste of alcohol.

Clearly, this is a dessert that Tifa made by mixing fruit juice and other ingredients to appease children.

But I was just looking for your code for buying information! And you actually got me a Blue Margarita?

Kevin pinched his unconvincing little face, looking a bit annoyed. But then again, the young lady at this place was quite considerate, taking very thoughtful consideration of the needs of underage children.

It contains no alcohol, and the sweet and sour balance is just right, so there's no chance he'll be arrested for drinking illegally.

Forget it, let Jill Hera come tomorrow. Consider today a scouting trip.

After thinking for a moment, the boy felt sleepy and gave up on his plan to buy the information.

After finishing the tea and snacks on the table and the Blue Margarita in his glass, Kevin stretched, obediently paid the bill, and prepared to leave.

"It's too late, let me take you home."

However, just as they reached the door, the bartender Tifa took off her work clothes, revealing a cool outfit of a white sports vest and black shorts. She gently took Kevin's hand and offered to take him home.

The little fox glanced at the not-so-quiet bar, a sweet smile playing on her lips, and nodded happily.

Tch, they've become suspicious after all. They want to take this opportunity to see where this little guy who knows everything about buying and selling intelligence really comes from, right?

Anyone who can survive in Abandoned Commercial District is no ordinary person, no matter how gentle they may be.

Kevin glanced at Tifa's beautiful profile and muttered to himself.

The two chatted and laughed along the way, and Kevin managed to get some of the information he wanted through subtle probing and careful observation.

For example, it's not that no one is willing to adopt these [Cursed Children], but for unknown reasons, they have been completely isolated.

However, these children are not likely to freeze or starve to death. ME Company in Tokyo and other organizations will periodically airdrop supplies to that area.

Moreover, I heard that Raiden Mei, the Young Lady of ME Company, will be returning from her studies tomorrow and will apparently be going into the quarantine area to distribute some daily necessities to the children.

A few streets outside Midgar, the surroundings became even more deserted. As far as the eye could see, it was almost completely dark, with strange graffiti and eerie shadows everywhere.

To ease Tifa's guard, the little fox mimicked a child's reaction, snuggling closer to Tifa, prompting the gentle older sister to gently squat down and give her a hearty pat on the head as encouragement.

However, the moment Tifa stood up again, her gaze suddenly narrowed, and she gently scooped up Kevin with her right arm before leaping to the side. Immediately afterward, two projectiles hurtling through the air shattered the lamppost.

"Hmph! How long are you going to keep pretending? Don't think I don't know what you've done!"

A cold, sharp voice boomed, and the figure leaped from the building Ruins, throwing a punch straight at the target.

This aura... it's Shinra! Tifa felt a thorn in her side, instinctively realizing that Avalanche Organization had been exposed.

As she turned around, she put on a full set of black gloves, each inlaid with metal plates, then pushed Kevin away and crossed her arms.

"Bang!" After the two clashed, they both staggered back three or four steps, appearing evenly matched.

But the sharp-eyed Kevin knew that Tifa had lost this round.

Because the mysterious man opposite him was clumsy and acted purely on instinct, he was clearly not good at hand-to-hand combat; but Tifa, who was skilled in this art, not only used the technique of deflecting force, but her gauntlets also seemed to have some additional functions.

They managed to fight to a draw by using their strengths against their weaknesses, clearly demonstrating that their opponent was quite formidable.

Kevin had already discerned the identity of the newcomer from his voice; clearly, this unique androgynous voice, combined with his physique and speech, was quite distinctive.

Lightning Sis, who had been tricked by him in Saint Fath, was definitely going to get back at him. What a small world! The little boy was a bit of a headache.

However, the vengeful Lightning Sis seemed to have heard some noise. After glaring fiercely at Kevin with her eyes hidden behind her mask, she turned and disappeared into the darkness.

"Sister Tifa, you were amazing! It was just like you, chasing away the bad guys..."

Kevin breathed a sigh of relief, his expression filled with admiration.

"Want to learn? I can teach you..."

"However, I have to grant you one request: what happened tonight is a secret between the two of us, and you can't tell anyone."

Tifa crouched down, patted the boy's head, and smiled sweetly.

P. S.: Two extra chapters added, currently 27-2=25 chapters owed.

Chapter 460: The Witch Who Needs to Be Taught

Early in the morning, at the dining table, Kevin looked at the slice of pizza on his plate, picked up the knife and fork, and put them down with a look of disgust.

"Why is it this again? It's been three days in a row, pizza for every meal..."

Jill Hera savored the fried egg and ham sandwich in her hand, while a cup of hot milk emitted an enticing aroma.

Hearing Kevin's complaint, the Miss Wild Serpent raised her eyebrows with a hint of schadenfreude.

"Sorry, for the next month, you'll be eating pizza for all your work meals..."

The trio of Tendou Kisara, also with pizza in their mouths and struggling to swallow, nodded with long faces.

"Your maid has spent this month's food allowance, ordering pizzas for all three meals a day..."

"A month! I'm going crazy! I feel like throwing up just from the smell! Can I pay extra?"

Kevin grimaced. He barely managed to put the pizza slice down his throat when he felt his stomach churning and he felt an urge to vomit.

"Waste is shameful! Our company is just starting out, and we must eliminate this bad habit!"

"However, we can charge separately for meals. What would you like to eat next month? I'll order it!"

While righteously refusing, Tendou Kisara picked up the few US dollars Kevin had pulled out and, with a smile, stuffed them directly into his pocket.

"Then at noon, shall we still..."

Kevin's face darkened at the thought of the torment he was about to face at noon.

"No, it's just you and CC..."

"Rentaro, Enju, and I have a place to stay in the suburbs, so we can cook for ourselves and save money..."

"Sister Jill is moving in with me; she's paying the rent..."

Tendou Kisara wrapped his arms around Jill Hera's neck affectionately, his eyes shining, as if this Miss Wild Serpent was as charming and lovely as a golden sculpture.

"I can buy a house nearby!"

Kevin, determined to achieve his grand plan of eating well, made a tough decision and was willing to spend a lot of money.