Gear B1C8

Crocea Mors rattled as I laid her down on the floor, picking up the small, brown bag and looking at it.

"It's nice," I said, "Not sure how it helps though."

Weiss threw her hands into the air.

"My god, how dumb are you? That's a Bag of Holding, you dolt."

"Ahh…" I nodded not because I understood but because I was expected to. Weiss stared at me for a long moment, in which I tried to look confident while holding it in one hand. Hopefully someone else would say something that helped explain it.

"For the love of…" No such luck as Weiss lowered her head into her hands. "Just open it up you moron. You can put your sword in there, along with any other loot we find. The bag uses advanced gravity manipulation enchantments to mean you can fit items inside."

Well why didn't she just say something like that the first time? It looked simple enough as I flipped the top open. Part of me expected to be looking into the abyss but instead of a terrible black hole I was instead left looking into a rather unremarkable leather pouch. Well… if she wanted to shove my sword into it then more power to her. She could deal with the repairs.

"Oooh," Nora made an appreciative noise as Crocea Mors went into the bag, but more importantly its point did not appear through the bottom. My eyes were wide as it vanished completely inside.

"Those are rare I hear," Pyrrha said from behind my shoulder, also peering into the thing. "I'm surprised you have one Weiss."

"Well I am from Atlas."

Again, something I didn't understand. Since Weiss was in a good mood I didn't want to ruin it by asking, however, so kept quiet. The bag felt heavier now, quite a bit heavier in fact, which meant that the actual weight of my sword hadn't been minimised – just the size of it. The bag was for convenience it seemed, but wouldn't be a solution to our every problem.