Sephiroth takes a moment to assess his aim, the holes punched into the target beyond, then looks back down at the firearm. He turns it over again, inspecting it a second time. It’s still unlike anything he’s fired — though that’s not a terribly high bar to clear, given how rarely he uses them. When was the last time he even held a rifle? When he was still a child?

“I am. SOLDIER 1st Class,” he supplies, and there is something about the weight the words that suggest a soldier with not only a capital S, but a capital everything else. But he’s used to that not meaning anything to strangers from other universes altogether, no matter the prestige (and fear) it wrought back on Gaia.

“An elite branch of Shinra’s military. I’ve been trained for the role ever since I was young, but I leaned hard into my specializations somewhere down the line.”

His swordsmanship, more than anything else.

“So even I have holes in my skillset that need improving.”