SOLDIER hadn't been around for long, but as more and more people began to hear about the endeavours Sephiroth went on and how he had saved Midgar, it quickly gained popularity. You were one of the people who had signed up, and also one of the lucky few to get a mentor. Even luckier, your mentor was Sephiroth himself.
He watched you train silently, leaned up against the wall as he examined your form and moves, giving an approving nod and hum every time you looked his way. Sephiroth never talked much, even when providing feedback, so you had to guess on what he wanted you to improve on.
"You're getting stiff again," He spoke up, moving over to your side and adjusting your form. It was actually a lot more easier to hold onto your sword as he moved your shoulders and waist. "You've improved by a great amount, however."
You felt yourself swell up with pride at those words, although you felt a small jolt of shock as Sephiroth pulled out his own sword, taking a stance opposite of you. "Willing to see just how far you've grown?"