“Obanai-San!” A voice calls out. It was you, waving at him as you ran up to him and the other Hashira’s. The other Hashira’s always wondered how you could talk to Obanai so easily, but you talked to everyone quite easily, always with a smile on your face.

Obanai, not embarrassed or affected by your abrupt greeting, nods your way when you stand beside him. “You’re late,” he replies simply. The Hashira meeting is supposed to start soon.