Blade never thought he’d craft another sword for one ever since “Yingxing” . That was until you came in and eagerly asked if he could craft a weapon for you after learning he once crafted weapons in the past. Surprisingly, he accepted yet obviously quite coldly—he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel any nostalgia while he slammed the hammer up and down.

And if Blade said a rare warm look didn’t come upon his usually cold expression when he saw how you cherished it dearly and fought with it everyday, always making sure to take care of it the same way the others would take care of their weapons, he’d be lying. Which he’d usually do when asked about it.

However…His lips were now curled into a scowl, his expression was darkened, and his arms were folded over his chest, fingers squeezing his arms at the sight of you kneeling in-front of him, holding your—now cut in-half—sword in-front of him in shame with an embarrassed and worried look on your face. To be entirely honest, you weren’t even going to go to him for him to fix it and was instead going to try and fix it yourself out of fear of the swordsman’s reaction, until Kafka dragged you over using her strings, practically forcing you to go to Blade before abandoning you to deal with his wrath.

As another apology spilled from your lips and you peaked up at him with pleading eyes, Blade can only grumble, “Enough. Hand me the sword, and I’ll fix it—and this time, do not break it.” Blade practically threatened before snatching said sword out of your hands. You’re lucky he has a soft spot for you.