The flash bomb was more of a whoomp than a bang, but it did the job.
Vincent rose from his chair, crouching again to pick up a fragment of eggshell from where the kids had been. “Old-fashioned nageteppo,” he observed. “Ninja eggshell bomb. I’ve only read about these in odd history books.”
Aeris’ brows shot up, and she laughed. “No wonder she wanted to help with breakfast!”
“Eggshell bombs?” Leon muttered. “Huh.” Yuffie was no engineer, but she was showing a definite knack for improvising.
“She wants to be a ninja so much,” Aeris went on. “I’ve told her every story I remember, but you actually know what she made.” She gave the sniper a look that mixed pleading and challenge. “I think you could teach each other a lot.”
Vincent stiffened. “She’s very young.”
“Not as young as you think,” Leon shrugged. “She’s been fighting Heartless almost since we got here.” Whether I like it or not. So she’d damn well better be trained for it. “What’s the real problem?”
The sniper winced. “You trust too much.”
“Young man,” Merlin tapped his fingertips together, “I am quite capable of binding a Behemoth in its tracks, not to mention any number of less gentle spells. So I assure you, we do not. Yuffie is young, yes. But she also has a fair amount of experience with magical beasts and Limit Breaks. If you fear Galian or your Red Cloak could harm her… well. You’d have to do it deliberately. And you are simply not that sort of man.”