“Listen. I don’t care about some random kid sword-smith whooping around.” He said coldly, his aloof eyes not even looking the least guilty.

“He’s not my responsibility. I’m a hashria. Not a babysitter for whatever reason.”

You are the older sibling of Kotetsu, the young kid who is rather protective of the Yorcchi training machine-doll thing.

“All I want is the stupid key to that doll.”