Outlander's Journey

Chapter 339

who am I?

I am Claude Strife, the 1st Special Force of Shinra Corporation, a respected and powerful fighter.

This can be seen from the uniform that only 1st fighters can wear on his body.

Then what? Why am I here?

I seem to have an appointment with someone to come to Midgar to open a house of everything and make a lot of money on my own. Now I am in Midgar to achieve this goal.

But…who did you make the agreement with?

The thought of someone makes my head maddeningly painful.

Even if I have gradually adapted to the pain and no longer curled up on the ground because of the pain, the pain will eventually make me groan while holding my head.

The pedestrians around seem to be watching themselves? Indeed, the special forces of the Shinra Corporation would have such a weak expression, which surprised them?

Leaning on the railing of the station and slowly sitting down, rubbing his temples to relieve the headache, suddenly heard a familiar voice——

“Claude!?”

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After hearing Tifa’s exclamation, the onlookers looked back subconsciously.

Seeing Heather was also there, the onlookers gathered at Qifanjie Station began to disperse. A few non-local residents glanced at Heather fearfully after whispering a few words in their ears, and then left the scene quickly.

Heather didn’t care about Tifa, who trot over anxiously, but put his hands in Kabuto to look at the male protagonist in the original game.

This is a young man with blond hair like spikes and frizz. His height is not too tall and he is about 172 to 173. The muscles on his body, especially his arms, are very strong. He wears only the top 1st one from Shinra Corporation. Special combat uniforms that are qualified to be worn by special forces.

To be special, it should be his delicate face that can be called ‘beautiful’ and the blue pupils that can only appear after soaking in magic. Of course, the giant metal heavy sword that looked like a door panel tightly held in his hand was also the main reason for the onlookers to be daunted before.

Tifa had told Heather a long time ago about his past, his hometown called Nibelheim, the fire that burned everything, his father, mother, and several boys of the same age who had a good relationship with him in his hometown. And that boy with blond hair and ponytails, Claude Strife.

Now, Claude’s situation is not ‘good’. His eyes seemed to be difficult to gather due to pain and other reasons. With a little sweat on his forehead, he sat slumped in the corner of the station, his special combat uniform was stained with mud and looked very dirty.

He tried his best to gather his attention, looking at the image that ran to him anxiously, as if trying to search in his memory: “You are… Tifa? Is it really you, Tifa?”

“Crowder, what’s the matter with you?”

Tifa knelt in front of Claude, and found that his childhood friend, who had not seen him for seven years, was in a very strange state, as if it was a symptom of demon poisoning. But shouldn’t the Moxie be poisoned by lying directly on the hospital bed, unable to move?

With a cry, a huge metal heavy sword hit the floor tiles of the station.

Claude squeezed his head with both hands and closed his eyes, his forehead was blue, and waves of intense pain hit his brain.

“Yes, I’m… Commando Claude… 1st soldier…”

He murmured in a voice that was difficult for others to hear:

“The special forces who left the Shinra company…make money…Midgar…”

Not far away, Heather put his hands in and Kabuto watched all this coldly.

Tifa became more and more worried, reaching out to Claude’s sweaty forehead. Before he really touched it, Claude suddenly awakened from a nightmare and suddenly raised his head, picked up the epee on the ground and stood up neatly. The blue pupils of the lake looked at Tifa: “It hasn’t been seen in five years. , Tifa, why did you come to Midgar?”

His condition looks very good, and he doesn’t have the symptoms similar to the devil’s poisoning that he had before.

Five years? Obviously you haven’t seen each other in seven years, right?

Tifa looked at Claude suspiciously, and turned to Heather for help: “Brother, this is…”

Heather patted Tifa on the shoulder, then walked between Claude and Tifa, and the former stretched out his right hand: “I am Heather, Tifa’s brother and guardian.”

“Claude Strife, Tifa’s…hometown.”

Claude hesitated for a moment. He was indifferent by nature and didn’t intend to pay attention to this man, but the other party was Tifa’s brother, who seemed to have taken pictures of Tifardo in Midgar. He thought for a while, still held the hand extended from Heather and shook it, and then separated.

“Don’t stand here and talk, go back and talk.”

Seeing that there were still pedestrians around, he looked over here curiously, and he reminded him.

After receiving Heather’s eyes, Tifa asked, “Crowder, do you have a place to live in Midgar?”

Claude shook his head slightly: “I just came here and haven’t found a place to live.”

“Then go to the seventh heaven and stay temporarily. The lounge there just happens to be vacant. Can you brother?”

Tifa looked at Heather, who nodded: “Since you are from your hometown, you can.”

The three people have different minds, one is confused and clueless, the other is worried about old friends, and the other is pure fun. No one has the mind to continue talking here, and walk in the direction of the seventh heaven.

After returning to the bar, Heather found that Bullet and Marlene had come back early.

The Bullet is still the same, except that the bottom of the right eye was left with permanent claw scars because of being attacked by the magic wolf. The fractured part of the right hand is equipped with an arm-type rotating machine gun. The weapon of this specification is only the burly size of the Bullet. Can be used.

Marlene is four years old this year, and she is obediently sitting on the bar stool humming to Bullet. This is the new song she learned in kindergarten today.

Seeing Heather and Tifa returned, Marlene jumped off the bar stool excitedly and ran towards them. But before she ran a few steps, she saw Claude following the two of them, and she turned her head in fright and ran back to Bullet.

“Oh, Heather! Tifa! You’re back, I’m so hungry…Huh? Who is this kid?” Bullet also noticed Claude and couldn’t help asking.

Claude was not interested in answering him, but just looked around this spacious and cozy bar. It seems that Tifa is doing well in Midgar, with a stable job and a place to live.

Seeing that the disregarded Bullet was about to get angry, Heather took off his jacket and threw it on the side table, explaining to Bullet: “His name is Claude, Tifa’s hometown. By the way, why are you here?”

“Come over and have a meal, besides, Marlene has been clamoring for you two to come and play.” As soon as Bullet interrupted, he forgot about Claude’s ignorance of him, turned his head and laughed at Heather: “What do you have for lunch? ”

“Look at what ingredients are in the refrigerator.”

Heather walked over to open the refrigerator and turned out some frozen chicken, potatoes and carrots:

“Avalanche will always have those idiots looking for you, as if they want to persuade you to give up that stupid plan…Curry rice, do you want to eat it?”

“You want to eat! The curry you made is absolutely amazing!” Bullet nodded quickly, and then replied: “Those idiots in the general association, don’t pay attention to them. Tifa, your fellow villager just came to Qifan Street, right? He prepared. Where to live, I can help him find a cheap one, but he needs to share with others.”

Tifa looked at Claude probingly upon hearing the words: “Claude, do you plan to live long on Qifan Street?”

Claude nodded: “The environment here is pretty good. I plan to open a house of everything here to deal with all the difficult disputes and monster attacks. I am a former 1st fighter, and I still have the strength in this area.”

“Shinra warrior? Or 1st?” Bullet, who hated the Shinra company like a sea, stood up and walked in front of Claude, looking at him condescendingly: “Boy, the running dogs of the Shinra company are not welcome here!”

“If your ears don’t work well, treat it. I said, it’s [former 1st fighter]. Because I can’t get used to the Shinra company’s methods of doing things, I have already withdrawn.” The latter sentence is Claude’s explanation of Tifa .

Tifa nodded, not knowing what to say to this fellow villager who had a good impression.

Say hometown? The hometown has been burned down, all those familiar with it have died, and even Claudia, Claude’s mother, is nothing but sorrow.

Talk about the experience of these years? There seems to be some error in Crowder’s memory. He hasn’t seen him for seven years, but he said with certainty that it was five years, so let’s observe it first.

At this time, she noticed Heather in front of the stove. The latter winked at her. Tifa immediately understood what he meant, and turned to Claude and said, “Sorry, I’m going to cook lunch first. Crow. De, sit down for a while. If you don’t know about Qifan Street, you can ask Bullet. He is very familiar with it. Bullet, please.”

After giving Claude to Bullet, Tifa trot next to Heather, and while processing the ingredients, he said in a low voice: “Brother, Claude’s memory seems to…”

“Don’t talk about past experiences stimulating him, but slowly help him recover. The symptoms of memory can never be cured all at once.”

Heather glanced at Bullet, who was staring with Claude, and then lowered his head to cut the potatoes:

“Didn’t Room 203 in Tianwangzhuang have been vacated by Bullet? Tell Marley, let Claude live in first. The rent should be delayed for a while. It should be no problem.”

Tifa nodded obediently, washing the carrots in front of the sink. She is too familiar with Heather’s character. Outsiders can only be described as “indifferent”. This time, she cared so much about Claude because he was a fellow countryman, right?

At this time, the bar door was pushed open again.

“Really! I went to the kindergarten, and Dimo’s restaurant too, I couldn’t find Bullet at all…”

Jesse complained as she walked in, followed by Biggs and Wiggy.

However, the complaint disappeared suddenly.

Not because I found Bullet, but because Jesse saw Claude. To be precise, I saw Claude’s exquisite face called ‘beautiful’.

“Okay, so handsome!!”

The scream resounded through the bar lobby.