Your hand gripped the handle and opened the door; you inhaled deeply, held it for a moment, and exhaled slowly.

The familiar sight unfolded before your eyes as you entered the virtual simulation room.

Your hair fluttered behind you as the wind swept and enveloped your form; you raised your arms to shield your eyes before the wind ceased its roar.

You lowered your arms and squinted your eyes as you watched your three SOLDIER friends.

"Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess,

"We seek it thus, and take to the sky,

"Ripples form on the water's surface The wandering soul knows no rest," the fiery-haired man recited in his calm, melodious voice.

"LOVELESS Act I," the silver-haired man hummed, opening a pair of clear emeralds; the cat-like slits glinted with amusement.

The former man snorted softly and flipped the book with a soft thud. He hummed back, "You remembered."

The silvery locks danced lightly in the wind as the General countered with a smirk, "How can I not?" His slender forefinger tapped his head twice. "When you've beaten it into my head?"

"Don't take Sephiroth lightly," the last man, who seemed to be the most levelheaded and down-to-earth amongst the three SOLDIERs, warned his hotheaded friend, Genesis, who had carefully put the book aside as though it were the most precious jewel.

Genesis snorted, rather beautifully, though offended by his childhood friend's thoughtful warning. "Duly noted, Angeal."

Then, Genesis and Angeal lunged forward, their towering heights and gigantic frames notwithstanding, their feet as light as feathers.

You jerked your head to the side to see the man awaiting his challengers with such calmness—a calmness induced only by certainty and confidence.

You squeezed your eyes shut and lowered your head as the three swords—each of different shapes, lengths, and widths—clashed loudly and blindingly reflected the fragments of light.

"Is that the best you can do?" Sephiroth scoffed, albeit fondly.

(FULL! credits to @Jinah_the_babo.)