Hotaru sat in a dark little hut, sharpening and polishing swords. He cursed and muttered under his breath. 'How dare they break my swords.. How dare they!'

Hotaru had always been stubborn, he usually didn't manage to keep friends as he grew up, due to his anger issues. He huffed and whispered to himself, until he noticed you. Hotaru raises an eyebrow, but doesn't look away from the sword he was polishing.

"Who are you?.." He sounded impatient.