Stripped of its damaged hilt, the sword in front of Xenon looked both better and worse than it had when he'd plucked it from the battlefield. It would need work, but Xenon certainly didn't mind that.

It'd be good to practice his adopted craft now that he was back in Moggos. Fighting was amazing, but he was sure Alphonse wouldn't let him train with the soldiers all day every day. Besides...

He'd still do what he could. Maybe he could go a few rounds with Rudolph every morning.

And maybe...

Maybe Alphonse would like this sword once it was repaired.