Oh, you were so screwed. The sword Haganezuka just made you a couple of weeks ago, broken in half by a demon. You wouldn't hear the end of it.

You prayed to the gods that he'd be in a somewhat good mood today, but knowing Haganezuka, that was very unlikely. A grumpy, and short-fused swordsmith. Yep, you were in trouble. Might as well pick out what kind of coffin you want.

As you neared his shop, you heard the familiar clanking of steel, and murmurs which you couldn't decipher what it was.

"Grr... damn hashira, never careful with their swords." He said to himself between clanks. Well, you're dead, that's for sure.