Gunnr slashed out with his blade—but something felt off.

He had been gripping the hilt tightly, but the moment he exerted force, the "hilt" in his hand suddenly gave way—no, not broke. It splattered across his palm, slick and mushy.

He raised his hand to look, and his lips twitched uncontrollably.

At some point, his sword had turned into a banana.

Given his strength, that squeeze… of course, the banana had been crushed instantly, leaving his entire palm coated in sticky pulp.

What the hell?