A foreigner's journey

When Tifa walked into Room 202, she found that the situation in the room was very different from what she had imagined.

There is no extremely sloppy garbage discarded everywhere, and there is no strange smell. On the contrary, the furnishings in the house are very neat, even simple.

The overall area of ​​Room 202 is very small. It can only accommodate a writing desk, a single bed, a vertical clothes rack, a small round table, a sink and a separate bathroom. Other than that, the remaining space is pitifully small.

The sheets on the single bed were very clean and neatly spread, and the floor in the house was also very clean. Tifa could also smell a faint smell of washing powder in the house. The smell came from the direction of the bathroom. It seemed that Brother Heather was washing clothes. I was disturbed by myself and my master at that time.

The only light source in the room was the lamp on the desk. Tifa noticed that there seemed to be some papers and stacked books on the desk.

But before she could see clearly, Heather had already picked up a kettle from the round table, poured water into a glass that she didn't know where to find, and said without raising her head: "I have always lived here alone, so There are no extra chairs prepared.”

Seeing Heather handing her a glass of water, Tifa quickly stretched out her hands to take the cup: "Excuse me, Senior Brother Heather."

Heather did not hand the cup directly to her, but raised her chin towards the chair over the desk: "Sit."

Tifa sat dazedly on the chair, holding a glass in her hand, and couldn't help thinking: Senior brother seems to be very kind, why do Granny Mare and Master say he is weird?

Zangan's tall body almost reached the roof. He looked at the furnishings in the room and said, "It's strange. You are obviously rich, why do you live in the slums of Qifan Street?"

"Nothing to do with you."

Heather choked Zangan with one sentence. He just stood in the middle of the room with his arms folded in front of him and said calmly: "If you have anything to say, just say it quickly. I have to go out in a while."

Zangan seemed to be organizing words in his mind. As a master, he had to plead with his disciples for help. He didn't know how to speak for a while.

Tifa saw this and made a decision in her heart - she could no longer embarrass her master. She should have spoken out about this matter in the first place.

She put the cup on the writing table, stood up and bowed heavily to Heather: "Brother Heather, Master is borrowing money from you to treat me. I know the amount is huge and I may not be able to repay it after working for several years. , but I will definitely work hard to repay the money.”

Whether it was Heather or Granny Marley's money, Tifa was determined to pay it all back. Master has sacrificed his face to borrow money from various places to treat his illness, and he must bear the responsibility of repaying the money.

Heather looked at the girl who remained motionless in her bowing posture, then looked at Zangan, and sighed: "...Forget it, let's talk about how she was injured."

As soon as Zangan heard this, he knew that Heather's attitude had finally relaxed, and he quickly pushed Tifa back onto the chair, and then described in detail the tragedy that happened in Nidelheim that day.

"...Her injuries were so serious that I had to take her to the central hospital in Midgar for treatment. You know what happened next. The treatment cost was 30,000 GIL. I asked Mare to borrow money. Found you living here too. Thank you Heather, if you hadn’t lent me so much money, Tifa would probably really be dead.”

With that said, Zangan nodded solemnly to Heather.

Heather sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed and fell into deep thought: "The Shinra official has not released any relevant news yet. It seems that they are planning to completely block the news. After all, Sephiroth is the strongest warrior in Shinra and even the world. He is crazy. Tu Cun's whereabouts are unknown, which is not positive news... So, you brought her to me not just to pay back the money, right? "

Zangan nodded: "Tifa wants to stay in Midgar, but it is too dangerous for a lonely little girl like her to survive alone in Midgar. Heather, I want to ask you to help take care of her."

"Zangan, I'm not a full-time nanny. That old woman Marley should really like a well-behaved girl like Tifa. Why don't you ask her?"

"Malay has exhausted all her energy by running such an apartment in the slums of Qifan Street. I can't ask for more from her. But you are different, Heather."

Zangan looked at Heather with sharp eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Even if you don't admit it, Tifa is still your junior sister. After I leave, you will be her only [family] in Midgar. I am not asking you to look after her all the time. Tifa is a very good person. A good independent child won't bother you with everything. But if she really encounters something that is difficult for her to solve on her own, can she ask you to help her?"

"...This is Midgar, Zangan." Heather looked at Zangan, and her words seemed to indicate something.

Zangan stared at him without showing any signs of weakness, but his tone finally softened:

"I don't know why you have been deliberately keeping a distance from everyone, but when we were at Wutai Arena two years ago, I could see your heart through your fists. You have a fiery heart of integrity, and I I trust you from the bottom of my heart, so I can trust you to take care of Tifa... Please, Heather."

Heather's expression froze. He scratched his messy black hair and looked at Tifa subconsciously.

The girl lowered her head slightly, staring at the floor with her tearful eyes, trying hard not to cry. She didn't want her master and Brother Heather to feel like a burden, and she also wanted to stand tall and confidently say that she could stand firm in Midgar and pay off all her debts.

But after all, she was just a 15-year-old girl who lost her family and hometown overnight. Her master was leaving her, but her senior brother was unwilling to accept her. Helpless, she seemed unable to see the way forward, and the coldness of loneliness completely surrounded her.

"Tsk..."

Heather scratched her head vigorously, trying to harden her heart and refuse Zangan before driving the two of them out of the room. But... I can't say it. Does being a villain also require talent?

When Tifa was hanging her head in sadness, she suddenly found a big hand hanging in front of her.

She raised her head and found Senior Brother Heather standing in front of her, extending her right hand to her: "Introduce yourself, my name is Heather."

"...Tifa, Tifa Lockhart." Tifa reached out her hand in confusion and took Heather's big hand.

"In the days to come, I will continue to teach you [Zangan-style martial arts] on Zangan's behalf."

Heather deliberately kept a straight face: "Let me state in advance that I will not be as gentle as Zangan, so be mentally prepared."

"Senior brother, what you mean is... that you are willing to accept me..." Tifa's voice was trembling as her emotions fell to the lowest point and then suddenly reached the top again.

"It's not really accepted. I just came to Midgar not long ago."

Facing the girl's excited gaze, Heather scratched her cheek in embarrassment:

"Well, let's support each other. Please take care of me more in the future...junior sister."

"Yeah! Please take care of me, senior brother!"

The girl suddenly felt much more at ease, and she had a new [family] in Midgar.

I'm not alone.

PS: There will be another chapter in the afternoon