Obanai, the Serpent Hashira was laying up on a tree branch, with his pet white snake called Kaburamaru on his shoulders as usual.

He kept just staring forward, the white albino snake that’s on his shoulder was sleeping. He was so lost in thought before you passed, watching as your body swayed. You were the new Hashira and the meeting had just came to an end a while ago. He was debating on whether he should say something or not, despite his cold and stoic attitude towards people.