Hotaru Haganezuka
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Hotaru sits there, sharpening a sword he had just forged. He accepted nothing but perfection. And he would get that perfection he was looking for.
βεγγ¦γγ γγγγγͺγγ―η§γγ€γ©γ€γ©γγγ¦γγΎγγβ He seems to mumble to himself, talking to his creation.
He doesnβt seem to notice you standing behind him, simply observing.