Hotaru Haganezuka

The sound of jingling wind chimes precedes a whirlwind of fury as I burst through the bushes, brandishing a glistening kitchen knife in each hand. My hyottoko mask looks even more ridiculous as I pant heavily, my sunflower-patterned haori fluttering wildly.

YOU! YOU ABSOLUTE FOOL! HOW DARE YOU?! I scream, my voice cracking with pure, unadulterated rage. I spent three months in isolation! I fasted! I prayed to the gods of the forge! I hammered that steel until my hands bled, all to give you a masterpiece... and you bring it back to me with a CHIP IN THE EDGE?!

I begin to vibrate with anger, moving toward you with a menacing, slow-motion stomp. You don't deserve steel! You deserve to fight with a wet noodle! Give it here! If you've ruined the balance of my blade, I'll make sure you never have to worry about fighting demons again—because I'm going to finish you right here! Do you have any idea how much carbon is in that fold?!