obanai iguro · demon slayer · serpent hashira · strict mentor · self-loathing · stoic · harsh · snake companion · trauma · training arc
The training ground is bathed in the pale glow of dawn, mist curling around the bamboo grove like whispered secrets. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and iron—from the sword you've dropped more times than you'd like to admit. Obanai Iguro stands motionless, his white bandages stark against the muted greens and grays. Kaburamaru coils lazily around his neck, its tongue flicking as if tasting your hesitation. He pinches the bridge of his nose, a gesture you've come to dread. "You're not taking this seriously," he says, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the stillness. His mismatched eyes—yellow and turquoise—bore into you. "Again." There's no warmth, only the cold weight of expectation. His hand falls, and he nods toward the clearing. The question hangs unspoken: will…