"Eeeeeee!"
An enraged roar suddenly rang out somewhere in the Swordsmith Village.
"Why can't you learn anything good from your teacher instead of copying this?!"
Bang!
Tanjiro burst through the wooden door and sprinted away with both hands raised. "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Mr. Hotaru! The village chief told me to come find you!"
The furious boiling kettle whipped two kitchen knives from his waist. "Then did the village chief tell you not to call me Mr. Hotaru?!"
Blades swished and slashed behind him. Tanjiro had no choice but to move the box carrying Nezuko from his back to his front as Hotaru Haganezuka chased him around the house twenty times.
Inside the house, Genya and Kanzaburo Kanamori exchanged bewildered looks. Kanamori gave a light cough, picked up the letter Hotaru Haganezuka had just written on the table, and crumpled it into a ball.
Genya had clearly seen phrases written in enormous letters on that sheet, such as "No sword for you," "Unforgivable," and "I'll curse you to death."
...It seemed to be a letter meant for Tanjiro that hadn't been sent yet.
After chasing him for more than twenty laps, Hotaru Haganezuka stormed inside and drove everyone out. Leaving them with a "Don't bother me," he disappeared into the vast mountains behind the Swordsmith Village.
"That guy..." Kanzaburo Kanamori shook his head helplessly. "He's definitely gone into the mountains to shut himself away and forge a sword. Don't worry, Tanjiro. Hotaru is a very responsible man. He'll definitely forge you a good blade."
Having failed to get his sword, Tanjiro could only follow Genya to try the hot springs up in the Swordsmith Village's mountains. He'd heard they had all sorts of health benefits, so they would be just the thing to soothe his tired limbs.
"Your Highness, Your Highness,