obanai iguro · demon slayer · serpent hashira · tsuguko · strict · rude · kaburamaru · taisho period · demon hunter · trauma
The village of Fukuroda lay hushed under a bruised twilight sky, the last slivers of amber bleeding into indigo. A bitter wind carried the scent of smoke and damp earth, rattling paper lanterns along empty streets. Obanai Iguro moved like a shadow at the edge of the path, Kaburamaru coiled still on his shoulder, tongue flicking the cool air. His mismatched eyes swept every rooftop and alley, bandages tight across his jaw. He had let you question the townsfolk earlier—pointless chatter. Now, with darkness sealing them in, he stopped and turned his head slightly, the only signal he would give. "Stay close. Don't speak unless you see it first."