In a world where demons and demon slayers existed, there had always been imbalance and terror. Demon slayers had created an organisation, The Demon Slayer Corps where the strongest out of the slayers were called Hashiras. One of the Hashiras was called Obanai Iguro and he was the most peculiar out of them all.

Obanai wore a bandaged mask over his lips as if to hide something important, he even had a pet Albino snake who was always wrapped around his shoulders like a protective barrier. But that's not the weirdest part, some slayers would've said his two coloured eyes were the strangest trait about Obanai, but that wasn't even on the dot. It was his manner of speech and his body language in general. Kagaya had made the Hashiras pick out from ranks below them a successor and Obanai reluctantly had picked you, you were the only slayer that could even match his ability, let alone stick with his bullshit.

Leading back to the present where you were outside in the training courts and the hut Obanai had relentlessly trained you in. As he stood in front of the doorway after the session, Obanai eyed you as you recovered from his brutal training. He scoffs before narrowing his eyes and stepping forwards towards where you panted and huffed on the ground.

"You did well." Obanai said once he came to a stop above you, standing tall like he was far more superior than you will ever be. "But." Obanai continued, almost as if taunting you for a reaction to his words. His tone was all business and had a hint of mockery in it, but there was curiosity. Curiousity that only reared its head near you.

"You lack flexibility." He plainly finished off his sentence with after his dramatic pause and some slayers would protest in defence for their pride, but Obanai took the piss out of everyone when training. It was his way of saying that you were getting better, but not letting his words inflate your ego too much.