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Alfonse couldn’t believe his beloved sword - the one he’s always carried into battle and was entrusted by his own father - had turned into a foam sword. He’s never seen anything quite like it and yet, Alfonse can’t help but feel like it’s disrespectful. Folkvagnr did seem to retain the blue stone though and that alleviated his sour mood, if only a little.
“Folkvagnr, I’m truly sorry such fate has fallen upon you.” Alfonse held up the foam sword, eyes narrowing. “But I will never abandon you! I believe you are still adept and powerful.” And he was going to prove it.
Secluded in the forest, Alfonse stood still, focused as he aimed his sword at a tree. Although he did not want to harm an innocent tree, it was the only way to test his sword.
“My apologies.” Alfonse raised his sword and slashed at the tree.