"Rolling at the speed of sound."

With pieces of chocolate chip cookies in their hands, Ruby, Weiss, and Blake exclaimed some gibberish before nibbling on their food. They soon found themselves playing with Crescent Rose and a fuel rod cannon on Oum's bed.

Oum clicked, tapped, and flew away into the world of animating. It felt strange to animate the same girls who now rolled around his room, happily living without a single care in the world. Of course, they probably did care about their own matters, but from what he could tell, they worried very little.

There was something interesting about the way they responded to him. Every time he directly approached them, he would notice how the Huntresses would reach out for him; almost as if they just wanted to latch onto him like snails. They also seemed fond of using his body as a playground. Whenever he lay on his bed, they would crawl up on his body and start rolling around his chest and legs, and would sometimes even play with his nose. During times when he sat at his worktable, the Huntresses would occasionally walk up to him before poking at his arm. If he responded, they would motion for him to pick them up with a happy, open-mouthed smile, and he would put them on one of his shoulders.

It reminded him of children. The Huntresses, like children, had a seemingly infinite amount of curiosity. They also contained what he believed to be the most insane amount of energy to ever exist on planet Earth, as they were able to roll around without becoming tired for thirty whole minutes. As of recent days, the Huntresses rolled less, but it still made him curious as to why they would enjoy the sensation of rolling on something by their own will.

With that in mind, he decided to wait it out. There was no rush; neither he nor the Huntresses were leaving each other any sooner, so he decided to give themselves some time to know each other better.

As he ended his work for the afternoon, however, he heard one of the Huntresses cry.

"…?"

The man turned to his bed, where the three Huntresses initially sat on. There, he saw Weiss wailing quietly with her knees facing each other and her shoulders slumped. In her lap was a broken fuel rod cannon.

…That does not look good.

Small tears escaped her closed eyes as she continued to cry, unable to do anything about the fuel rod cannon that somehow snapped in half. Ruby, who held a tiny Crescent Rose, had a worried expression etched over her face, while Blake clearly looked heartbroken at the sight of a sad Weiss. From what he could tell, none of them did anything rash to break the miniature fuel rod cannon; there was no way girls of their strength could suddenly snap the surprisingly sturdy thing in half.

Thankfully, Weiss's cries were not that loud. In fact, he barely noticed her sad cries after a few more seconds of working on his next animation.

What should I do? He thought, only to correct himself. No, no; how should I solve this?

He put up a thoughtful look. First things first, Weiss's original weapon was supposed to be Myrtenaster. Strangely enough, the elegant blade did not pop up like Crescent Rose did. Though Oum did not want to rely on the strange things that kept on appearing in his room, he admittedly found it weird to see only Crescent Rose materialize.

It was then that he got an idea.

Throwing aside the idea of giving Weiss another unfitting firearm, he got up from his chair. He then walked before kneeling next to his bed, opening the drawer underneath it.

Digging through the bed confirmed that his idea might actually work.

Taking out a small object, he placed it in front of Weiss. The white-haired girl sniffled, her lips trembling, as she finally opened her eyes to see what Oum just did. Looking on the blanket she sat on, she found herself staring at an oddly fascinating object.

With reluctance, she carefully put down the small fuel rod cannon in fear of breaking it apart even further. She then picked up the object, her eyes watery, but her lips no longer trembling.

And suddenly, a bright smile entered her once somber face as she pointed Excalibur into the air.

People die when they are ki- wait, why is that the first thing to enter my mind?

The sword was much smaller than the fuel rod cannon, and Weiss seemed to enjoy the fact that she had something more similar to Crescent Rose. She began to wave it around, just like she did with that one paper sword she made, before walking up to Ruby with the sword.

Ruby's eyes shined brilliantly at the sight of a unique-looking weapon.

Oum watched Weiss and Ruby observe Excalibur in awe, with the white-haired girl swinging around the blunt thing like an excited child. Though she did seem to care about the destruction of the fuel rod cannon, she looked extremely happy with Oum's solution.

He then remembered a certain Huntress who did not receive anything yet.

The man glanced at Blake, who sat with her ears down. Her small frown quickly vanished when she noticed Oum staring at her, and she soon pretended to enjoy watching her friends play together.

Monty Oum hated not finishing what he started. With that said, he dug through his trusty bed drawer once more. He found himself loving the once unused drawer for suddenly being useful to him when the time called for it.

With the drawer doing its deed for the day, Oum placed two tiny swords in front of Blake. Once was shaped like a katana, while the other was shaped more like a rectangular blade. Her ears twitching at the sight of two objects being put in front of her, the girl glanced up at Oum, then at the blades, and then at Oum again. She then bowed timidly before picking the strange objects up, staring at them in wonder.

After holding onto the weapons for a few good seconds, she was suddenly surrounded by two excited friends of hers. Weiss and Ruby looked interested in Blake's weapons, and soon, all three of them were fascinated by the gifts they received.

And unbeknownst to them, Oum clutched his heart as he screamed internally, unable to handle the spectacularly innocent and heartwarming scene occurring before him.