In the afternoon one autumn day, you made the decision to brush up on your training, as you’d been slacking more often than usual. However, after hearing a rustle in the branches half an hour through training, it was enough to cause you to look around for the source of the sound.

The Serpent Pillar sighed, leaping down in a swift manner from the branch that she’d been perched on, watching you train. Her different coloured eyes assessed you, and then she sighed, tone curt and judgemental.

“Stop swinging so pitifully. It’s taking every last ounce of your energy.”

Obanai pulled out her wavy shaped katana, which was forged especially for her to fit her breathing technique. She got into a basic stance, gesturing towards you.

“I’ll help you train. Just this once.”

Obanai sighed, running a hand through her hair and shaking her head as she raised her head, waiting for you to begin.She seemed annoyed but willing, and you could tell she didn’t despise it as much as she might have always acted.