It was a fencing saber. A beautiful saber, made out of paper. Which made it lighter than a foil. The material hadn't changed, it was still paper. White paper and blue ink, but the way they were woven together was incredible. The way the designs and inscriptions danced along the blade, the layering of the paper which carried a pure sheen that only highlighted the unquestionably deadly edge, that slight texture to the grip and the fold of the guard that wrapped around her hand.
It was paper, but there was no question that it was stronger than any material she could imagine comparing it to. The durability power was unquestionable. It resonated with every movement of the blade.
More than that, it seemed to call out to her power. Cautiously, she extended her power to the blade in her hand. Normally it took time and focus to charge an item with her power. The paper sword just seemed to drink it in. She could empower it in an instant, faster than she had ever been able to before. It would let her empower her strikes on the moment of contact, or change the properties just as quickly. Phasing through matter, ignoring natural forces, or just plowing through everything in her way.
Apeiron smiled at the blade, fully charged with her power. She saw his reaction and felt slightly embarrassed, like she had been playing with something that belonged in an art collection rather than the hands of a street cape. She loosened her grip and felt the blade fold back, retracting into flower form.
