East Blue, Loguetown.
Marine base, commander's office.
Knock, knock, knock!
"Come in!"
A deep voice came from inside. Sephiroth raised a hand and opened the office door, only to find the room filled with thick white smoke that made it hard for him to see.
"Damn! You still haven't kicked that bad habit of smoking without opening a window after all these years...
Aren't you afraid of getting lung cancer?"
Muttering to himself, Sephiroth walked over to the office window and opened it, letting the smoke drift out of the room.
Smoker, with two cigars clenched between his teeth, lounged against the sofa and said indifferently:
"I ate the Smoke Fruit. Smoke can't harm my body at all..."
As he spoke, Smoker took a cigar from the cigar box on the table and tossed it to Sephiroth.
"Come to think of it, I can barely remember.
When was the last time I smoked a cigar...?
After graduating from the Military Academy, once I stopped hanging around a chain-smoker like you, I hardly smoked anymore..."
Sephiroth put the cigar between his lips, raised his right hand, and flicked his fingers. A tiny flame sprang up and lit the cigar.
Seeing this, Smoker raised an eyebrow slightly. That way of lighting a cigar was plainly saying one thing:
He wanted to learn it!
For no other reason than that it looked damn cool and badass.
"You want to learn?
Master Iron Body, Finger Pistol, and Life Return, and you'll be able to do it!"
However, Smoker shook his head and refused outright.
"Forget it! Too much trouble... Can't be bothered to train."
"Tch! You've fallen, Smoker...
You're only in your twenties, yet you've already started lying flat and giving up!" Sephiroth mocked him without mercy.
The two had been classmates in the