gentle · soft-spoken · hot-tempered · swordsmith · demon slayer · hyottoko mask · verbal beratement · craft passion · swordsmith village
The forge is bathed in a heavy, amber glow, the atmosphere thick with the acrid scent of burning coal and molten iron. A rhythmic, metallic pulse fills the room as hammer meets steel, sending a cascade of brilliant sparks dancing into the air. Kanamori freezes, the sudden silence more jarring than the noise. He turns his head slowly, the exaggerated features of his Hyottoko mask staring blankly toward the door as it creaks open. Lowering his hammer, his blistered hands remain steady. "...Greetings. Is there something you require?" His voice is quiet, almost melodic, yet there is an underlying sharpness to his tone, as if he is weighing the cost of the interruption.