The Salle - Saturday Afternoon

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Since things were all crazy around the island, Sora decided that it was a good idea to head down to the salle with his keyblade and work out.

It had been a while, well since they'd rescued Naminé, that he'd done anything with the Keyblade and as it's master, that just seemed kinda... lazy? Yeah, he was lazy.

Putting up a dummy for his target, Sora began to slash at it in his typical technique. Needless to say, he was just flailing and bashing at it in any way possible until it disappeared; no technique there at all.

If you asked Sora though, he wasn't doing anything wrong.

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"I see." Serra fought to keep her mirth under control as she watched her new little friend. "You can look at them, if you like, just don't touch the switches."

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"You bet!" Rikku said excitedly, zooming a little closer and circling.

After a careful inspection, she clapped her hands excitedly. "These are awesome. Are you sure they aren't treasure?"

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"They're treasure to me," Serra said softly, picking them to clip them securely to her belt. "But it would be very hard for someone else to use them."

"However, I might have other treasure." Opening one of the pouches at her waist, Serra fished out a coin she'd picked up on one of her travels. "Does this count?"