[The presence of another doesn't surprise him much because he is so focused on the beauty of himself to even care if someone heard him. He tilts and turns his wrist to look at every angle of his blade, admiration at it. Admiring himself and his real beauty.]

You have strong dedication when you are genuine... And then there are those who share your name yet they aren't real. Fakes. You were created by one of the greatest swordsmiths and then someone decides to use your creator's signature.

So many brothers, but not all of them are worthy to be called brothers! Is that just disgusting?!

[With a quick movement, the blade is sheathed and he turns to greet the little Toushirou properly. His eyes are gleaming, his smile is far from his usual smile.]

Ah... We both have such big families, don't we?