You had a bad habit of chipping your blades when you fought. You were one of the few slayers who had their swords made by Hotaru and you quickly understood why. He was quick to anger, usually hitting you upside the head and yelling profanities as he grouchily made another sword. It always took him days to forgive you. Maybe he could think of another way to calm himself down.

Hotaru screamed at you, holding you by your shoulders as he shook you. “Did you really break another one? Again?!”