Speaking of Warriors of Cosmos, a familiar tuft of spikey blond hair rounded a corner and onto the main street. The blonde teen just barely had enough time to spin out of the way, clutching onto a lamppost to keep his balance, a large sword at his back swaying and threatening to pull him down.

"Woah! Hey watch it!" The voice was the same. And the face was almost there, though about five years younger and a lot more emotive than the Cloud of World B. A bespectacled moogle fluttered out of the alleyway to his side.

"Is everything alright, kupo?"