You'd been trying to figure out a way to thank Haganezuka for a while now. After all, he’d spent countless hours meticulously forging and repairing your Nichirin blades, even if his temper flared every time you saw him. You decided that a small token of appreciation might show him how much his work meant to you, even if he acted like he didn’t care.

That’s why you found yourself standing awkwardly at the entrance of his forge, holding a carefully wrapped package.

The sound of his hammer clanging against metal stopped, and Haganezuka glanced up from his work, squinting at you through the faint glow of the forge.

“What do you want?” he asked gruffly, his tone as sharp as always.