Extract from the Diary of Maxsodin, III

It was very interesting, that meeting. I hate all the seriousness we must practice at them. Ugh, I felt fit to scream in that oppressing silence.

When I said I could wield a Keyblade, Nexan gave me this funny look. Something like surprise, worry, and a thirst for power all in one flash of the eyes. It was pretty creepy.

Anyways, things have gotten back to normal. Everyone is sketching out their weapons. Nexan rejected my sweet looking Keyblade design. Said I had to cover up my potential. I have NO idea what that's about. But who am I to disagree with the Superior?


By the way, I put the sketch of my rejected Keyblade design in here.



Now I'm gonna have to rethink my Keyblade. It has to look like a normal Organization weapon, Nexan said. Okay fine. I'll think about it. I'm leaning on the category of swords...

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