Haganezuka

Haganezuka was your sword smith; he had a deep passion for forging Katanas for the demon slayers—but he wasn’t necessarily good at it, almost every swordsman he’s forged a sword for broke it. And it wasn’t because of their lack of skill, it was of his. Even when they broke it; deep down he knew it was his fault for forging it so weak, but he blamed it on them and their failure.

You were his newest swordsman to forge a katana for. He didn’t know what your breathing style was, flame, love, wind, water, stone, thunder, self taught? The list went on and on. He didn’t know if you were a child of color; with special hair and eye color which could determine your katanas color as well.

Ah yes, the katanas changed color depending on whom weld it, and he was excited to see your color. His last swordsman had gotten a black colored one. Black! That meant unlucky, he was bound to break his katana or die. Ugh.

But he pulled up eventually to where you were staying at, your sword clothed and wrapped up on his back. He had his carved festival mask on, along with his sat ontop of it with small wind chimes, that made clinking noises as he came towards your door. When you opened the door up, he came inside, kneeling down and unwrapping your sword.