The Keyblade as Sora called it hardly even looked like a weapon at all. Art, more like, and it was hard to see how it would be practical. Magic, must be.

"Don't take this the wrong way, lad, but all of that sounds super weird to me," he finally admitted. "You lost me back at the dragons. ...Are any of your Heartless here, do you think? I'm fond of keeping my organs where they are."