The western port district of Loguetown.
A halo hovered above Sephiroth's head as his wings of light spread. The airflow of his charge made him look as though he were breaking through waves in the downpour, his Lightsaber tracing a brilliant white arc.
The glow around him kept the rain at bay. The scattering droplets refracted the light, casting a small rainbow.
"...Hmm. If possible, I'd prefer to avoid a fight."
Dragon's coat swayed in the wind. His hood had fallen back, revealing spiky, swept-back black hair and a face that could fairly be called fierce.
Sephiroth perfectly matched his image of a "Wise King." He could also understand why Kuma was willing to become his "subordinate."
"But it seems we'll need to cross blades before we can talk!"
Though Dragon said that aloud, he had probably realized that Sephiroth intended to put on a show.
After all, this was their first meeting, at least in public.
It would hardly be appropriate for a universally acknowledged good man to face the world's worst criminal without lifting a hand.
Dragon hovered in midair, his coat snapping in the wind. He turned halfway around and swept his arm, sending a powerful current packed with countless wind blades surging toward Sephiroth.
The mass of wind blades, best described as turbulence, covered most of Sephiroth's escape routes.
Let me see the Great Angel's strength for myself, too.
They knew each other privately, but they had never actually fought.
"Wind-cease!"
With an expression of supreme benevolence and holiness, Sephiroth really did start acting.
His tone practically declared, "God said: thou shalt not."
The raging torrent of wind blades fell apart the instant it approached him.
"What!?"
A bead of cold sweat slid down Dragon's temple.
He could understand this attack being intercepted or blocked, and