Sephiroth moved his feet off the desk, sitting up properly. After giving the box a glance, he smirked, leaning back in his chair once more.
“Armaments.” He replied simply. “Meant for 13 year olds. All of our equipment was meant for full-sized and fully grown adults and we had no other weapons to train our recruits on, until now. I ordered them from a Blacksmith on the opposite side of the town. It took him longer than I would have liked, but they have been crafted well enough for them to last for years. They can be abused and they will probably not break.”