Observation

"You were a lot more forceful today..." remarked Tifa, breathing heavily as she lay next to Andrew, forearm resting on her forehead and body coated in glistening sweat.

"Getting killed nine out of ten times in a sim without pain buffers is pretty stressful..." excused Andrew, feeling a little guilty but also alleviated after fucking Tifa for nearly three and a half hours. She had never been Cloud's woman, but knowing they could/should have ended up together made her the best candidate for relieving the stress he accumulated from having his ass kicked...

Catching Andrew a little off guard, Tifa tried to console him by stating, "If you fought from a distance...or could make full use of your abilities within the sim...your win rate would be much higher..." between panting breaths.

"You're not wrong..." responded Andrew. However, while it was true that he could 'cheese' the fight with Cloud, he didn't want to become a purely ranged fighter. It was unquestionably the securer option, but he felt like he would lose something important or become a sadistic asshole if he got used to nuking and harassing opponents from afar...

Turning on his side, Andrew got Tifa to laugh nervously as he placed his hand on her toned abdomen, caressing it affectionately. Fortunately, while he was more than able to continue, that wasn't what he had in mind. Well, it was, but he didn't want to force the matter when Tifa was so clearly at her limit. Instead, he equipped an Ice Materia to his left wrist, channeling a weak thread of ice-elemental energy into his fingertips, coaxing her into becoming his little spoon and cuddling...

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After receiving news that the person he was looking for had appeared, conveniently searching for him, Andrew parted ways with Yuna, Rikku, and Paine at the beach resort they were staying at, hopping over to the Seventh Heaven, currently under reconstruction. There, he found Tifa and Aerith in the room they sometimes shared, conversing with a girl who had short black hair, brown eyes, and a lithe, notably petite frame garbed in a sleeveless green sweater vest that exposed her midriff, tight, tan-colored short-shorts that were unbuttoned at the top, baggy socks that covered much of her shins, brown tennis shoes, a large, full-arm 'mitten' on her left arm, capped by a metal pauldron, a black vambrace over a black, bicep-length armband on her right, and a white headband adorned with a metal plate around her forehead.

As the petite woman stared at him with wide eyes, her hand instinctually moving to grasp a large, four-pointed shuriken, Andrew smiled and asked, "No Moogle costume...?"

Seemingly ignoring Andrew's remark, the petite woman, Yuffie Kisaragi, asked, "You're the guy who offed the President, killed Hojo, and forced Rufus to do that press conference?"

"That's right-" replied Andrew, casually catching Yuffie's foot as she attempted to kick him in the face. She then used his hand as leverage to twist her body and swipe at the bridge of his nose with her shuriken, but he managed to evade by leaning his head back a single centimeter as she wasn't seriously trying to injure him.

Landing on her feet, Yuffie had tears building in her eyes as she stared up at Andrew and exclaimed, "Why didn't you take action sooner!?"

Shaking his head, Andrew calmly responded, "Tifa and Aerith should have explained my purpose in this world. I'm not omnipotent, nor am I at liberty to do as I please. If my inaction has wronged you somehow, all I can do is apologize..."

Though she 'really' wanted to hit Andrew, Yuffie knew he wasn't to blame for what had transpired a few days prior, a series of events that were the direct consequence of her actions and ineptitude. She also knew Andrew was vital to freeing her father, removing the bastards that had taken over her country's administration, and restoring Wutai's former glory. So, after wiping away her tears, she glared intensely at him and demanded, "Make me your final Proxy for this world..."

"Sure," responded Andrew, having planned to recruit Yuffie long before he linked their world. Aerith and Tifa were blessings he didn't expect, but as Yuffie was fighting desperately to restore her nation, Andrew intended to ally with her and support Wutai's autonomy from the start, similar to how he approached the Eorzean Alliance in their struggle against the Empire. It was super scummy, but desperate people were much easier to manage and convince than those capable of readily solving their own problems...

Not expecting Andrew to agree so readily, Yuffie experienced a brain fart, recovering quickly to elucidate, "You realize I'm asking you to support and fight for Wutai's independence, right? Those goons at Shinra-"

"It's fine," assured Andrew, adopting a relaxed smile as he asserted, "If they want to continue existing as a global powerhouse, Shinra has little choice but to comply with mine and the Interworld Alliance's demands. I can't have Rufus commit harakiri on live television, but forcing him to give concessions or acknowledge Wutai's independence can be arranged fairly easily."

Feeling a little lightheaded, Yuffie reached up to hold her forehead with her right hand while Aerith giggled in the background, musing, "See, what did I tell you? Andrew is very capable."

"I have my moments," appended Andrew, opening his direct line to Rufus to apprise him of the situation. The two had met two days after his press conference, so they had already reached an 'understanding' in regards to Wutai. They would be charged an additional 3.72% tariff on all interworld trade until Wutai received reparations equal to ten years of their pre-war GDP, accounting for inflation. In total, this amounted to around 33 billion Gil and 7% of Shinra's stockpiled Materia, so while it could be argued that Yuffie was selling herself, she definitely wasn't at a loss in the exchange...

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As important as it was to acquire experience directly, sometimes watching could help you realize what you were doing wrong. Thus, after having his ass handed to twenty-nine times across thirty-one spars, Andrew had the privilege of witnessing something most could only imagine in their wildest dreams, a match between Cloud from FFVII and Beatrix from FFIX.

"When you're ready," said Beatrix, wearing a relaxed smile as she wielded her distinctive silver, ruby-inlaid magic longsword with both hands, ready to react to anything Cloud could throw at her.

"I'm coming..." said Cloud, performing his usual disappearing act as he closed the distance between him and Beatrix, reappearing to her right, her literal blindspot.

Making it clear she had been holding back during their spars, Andrew got goosebumps as Beatrix swept her borderline mythical sword, Save the Queen, to thwart Cloud's blow, stopping it instantaneously and producing a burst of bluish-white energy at the point of contact.

"You're quite strong," remarked Beatrix, twisting her body and kicking out like a whip as she attempted to kick the flat of Cloud's Buster Sword. He saw through her intentions and leaped backward, but Beatrix didn't let up, releasing a misty black vapor from her left hand that pursued the blonde-haired SOLDIER and attempted to invade his eyes, blinding him.

Flipping backward and slicing through the Blind magic with his sword, Cloud's eyes widened when Beatrix emerged on the opposite side of the mist, swinging her sword fast enough to produce a flash of light. He was able to block it by retracting his buster sword and holding it close to his body, but the force behind the blow sent him hurtling nearly 50m into the simulated metal wall, the impact producing a crater nearly 5m wide.

Demonstrating that he wasn't just strong but durable, Cloud, seemingly unaffected by his union with the wall, leaned forward and kicked against it to propel himself toward Beatrix. As he did so, an aura of greenish-blue energy began to condense around his body, a sure sign he was about to use one of his Limit Breaks, powerful abilities people in the world of Final Fantasy VII could use when they felt pressured or a surge of emotions.

Sensing that Cloud had abruptly become much stronger, Beatrix lowered herself into a purely offensive posture, her sword positioned over her left thigh and pointing away from her as she exhaled a stagnant breath. Then, for the briefest of moments, her remarkably toned thighs seemed to bulge to twice their usual size as she burst forward to meet Cloud's attack with a penultimate move of her own, an ability that curiously shared the same name as the Limit Break her opponent was using, Climhazzard.

Swinging his sword upward to meet Beatrix's diagonal strike, Cloud wasn't surprised when their blades collided and repelled one another. What left him at a loss for words were the circular waves of bright orange energy that surged from Beatrix's blade as she initiated a blindingly swift sword dance. He managed to get his sword in front of him, but the mysterious energy passed through the material of his blade and body, filling him with a pervasive heat that made him feel feverish and completely sapped him of his strength.

Though he appeared unfazed after landing a few meters away from where his and Beatrix's collision had occurred, Cloud dropped to one knee, using his Buster Sword for support as he gasped for air, sweat covering much of his body. He thought to use restoration magic to recover, but before he could get his second wind, Beatrix tapped her audibly humming sword to his shoulder, remarking, "You possess remarkable strength and reflexes, but your skills are nearly as thoughtless and unrefined as my Prince's. It's like your body is moving on its own..."

Batting aside Beatrix's sword, Cloud grumbled, "You don't need to remind me..." before ejecting himself from the simulation. He knew his skills were copied from Zack's, his best friend and the man who saved his life. That's one of the reasons he agreed to Andrew's request to help him train. If he were to defeat Sephiroth and prevent the summoning of Meteor, he would need to rely on his own strength, not someone else's...

Seeing Cloud disappear, a thoughtful smile adorned Beatrix's face as she turned to look at Andrew, narrowing her luminous hazel eye as she asked, "Are you prepared, my Prince?"

"Unlikely..." replied Andrew, materializing a pair of sabers and exhaling a sigh before his body flickered, emanating a bluish-white light as he did his best to get Beatrix to take him seriously at least once during the six spars that followed...

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"My father...wants to name me Daimyo..." revealed Yuffie, supporting herself using her elbows and forehead as Andrew reamed her hairless pussy from behind in the shower.

"Is that what you want...?" asked Andrew, massaging the petite ninja's small but shapely and firm buttocks as he used his tail to stimulate her clit.

"I...I don't know..." replied Yuffie, her breathing becoming increasingly labored as the trembling of her legs made it difficult for her to remain standing.

"Then tell him that, and don't let anyone force you into a position you're not prepared for," said Andrew, bottoming out in Yuffie's fairly shallow but elastic depths, feeling her cervix descending to kiss his shaft as he let out nearly two ounces of ejaculate deep inside her pussy. Her body trembled violently in response, but since it was only his fourth load, Andrew picked her up and began pistoning her from below as the water from the shower peppered her surprisingly large breasts.

"You're going...to make me stupid..." moaned Yuffie, staring off into space with a dazed look, eyes rolling slightly each time Andrew's dick knocked against the deepest part of her pussy. It had only been six days since she became a Proxy, and this was already their thirty-fifth time doing it. If he didn't allow her to take birth control, she would have thought Andrew was trying to knock her up...

Slowing his pace, Andrew raised his brows and asked, "Do you want me to stop...?" while continuing to caress Yuffie's pussy with his tail. A brief silence followed before, undoubtedly due to the debt she and her people owed him, Yuffie pulled up her legs, placing her feet against the wall and leaning into him so that Andrew could fuck her more easily...

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