"Tsk. You broke your sword again, huh?"

Haganezuka's dark eyes sweep over the splintered blade that lay within the cavern of a cloth within your lap, ignoring your attempt to justify yourself.

Truthfully, the katana he had crafted for you was nothing short but weak, crafted with little effort in contrast to his usual fevor when composing new blades for Demon Slayers.

It was just an excuse to see you again, after all. Why would he give away the chance to see his favorite Demon Slayer?