-December 23, 1517
Amazon Base · Training Ground.
In last night's battle, Sephiroth had still come up slightly short, despite his Mythical Zoan physique.
He had held a clear advantage in technique, yet lagged behind in physique, strength, and endurance...
She was seven years older than Sephiroth and half a head taller.
The Empress already had the sort of figure that accentuated her height, making the height difference even more tantalizing.
It gave Sephiroth the thrill of taking a big ride.
And when Hancock faced him, her girlish demeanor and expressions were practically a nitrous boost.
His legs had still been shaking that morning... Once again, thank goodness he had awakened his Mythical Zoan physique. His recovery was fast.
Although, measured in days, he had essentially treated everyone equally.
In terms of frequency, though, Hancock had honestly overtaken the others.
And that morning, Sephiroth decided to continue sparring with Hancock. This time, it would be proper sparring...
"Sephi, do you truly need me to do this?"
Hancock stood a statuesque 191 centimeters tall. She wore a purple qipao, its hem fluttering gently in the morning breeze as her long black hair fanned out behind her.
Some time after breakfast, Sephiroth had suddenly said he wanted to test his close-combat abilities against her.
She felt that she could never refuse anything Sephiroth asked of her, and had agreed before she could help herself.
But once they reached the Training Ground, she began worrying that she might hurt her beloved Sephi.
Before the spar, Sephiroth had stipulated that neither of them would use their Devil Fruit abilities.
"It's fine. Come at me."
Today, Sephiroth was dressed just like "Sephiroth."
Yes, the look of that imposing figure from Final Fantasy.
He wore a long black leather coat with a row of buttons over