A few months had passed since the Geostigma and Omega Weapon incident. It was something that Tifa had tried to forget and move on from. She would often come to the abandoned church to focus herself and train, and to honor the memory of her fallen friend, Aerith. Times were peaceful now. But if it was one thing that Tifa had learned from personal experience, it was that peace generally did not last long. It would only be a matter of time before a new threat revealed itself, or Sephiroth himself returned through the Lifestream. Sephiroth. Thinking about him reopened old mental wounds within Tifa. Cloud had never truly let go of Aerith. Her death had caused him to become irreparably obsessed with her. Even when she had been there for him in the modest capacity of a friend, he hadn't noticed her. Selfish as the notion was, it angered her. Cloud should have moved on after all this time, and noticed what was right in front of him. Tifa knew she was strong, dedicated and beautiful. So, perhaps she was the one that needed to move on? To set her sights higher and go further. Her resolve strengthened. Tifa contiued with her training, oblivious to one of the red materias on her sash beginning to slowly float by her side. If her companions couldn't acknowledge her strength, then the Planet would.



Well while I enjoy drawing TF sequences for my watchers sometimes I also like drawing stuff for myself this is one of those times, still hope everyone enjoys this sequence.

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