Mateo's weapon of choice was a black and red macuhuital with the blades resembling bony protrusions instead of stones.
Even though his new muscles were screaming out for him to remain inactive, he gritted his teeth and picked up his weapon anyway.
"This… isn't as cool as I thought it was going to be, gordito!"
Abaddon rolled his eyes as he twirled his own weapon in his grasp.
"It's hard work, yes, but you need to know how to defend yourself until I come back. I don't want you to just count on always being the strongest one in the room."
"I get it…" Mateo said with a sigh. "But just out of curiosity, how strong did you make me exactly?"
"…"
"..?"
"Raise your weapon, we're going again."
"E-Eh?!"
Leaning against the backyard gates were Bekka and Seras, both of whom had been called to help with different areas of Mateo's instruction but simply hadn't gotten the chance yet.
