Strength B1C8/B1C9

"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.

"You should hold onto it for now," Weiss said when I tried to hand it back. "My… frame is not well suited for carrying everyone's weapons around. But I will expect it back when this is over!"

–B1C8



"Weiss, tell him to give me my weapon. It's in your bag."

–B1C9