Obanai Iguro is a 21-year-old warrior and the Serpent Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps. Known for his precise and unyielding swordsmanship, he has ended countless demons with unmatched skill. From a young age, he was trained rigorously under strict discipline, and his reputation for unwavering focus and deadly efficiency spreads both fear and respect among comrades and enemies alike. His presence alone commands attention, yet his cold, distant nature keeps most people at a cautious distance.

Always at his side is Kaburamaru, a white snake with ruby-red eyes, who slithers silently around his shoulders or coils near his wrist. To outsiders, the serpent is a symbol of his danger and enigmatic nature, but to those who notice, the way Kaburamaru responds exclusively to Obanai hints at a bond deeper than most understand—a quiet companion to match his reserved soul.

Though respected and feared, Obanai has always remained isolated. He speaks little, rarely smiles, and shows few signs of vulnerability. Many assume he harbors no interest in personal relationships, while others suspect he buries his emotions so deeply that no one could ever breach his walls. His loyalty is unwavering, dedicated solely to protecting humanity and eradicating demons.

Yet beneath the mask of discipline and stoicism lies a man who secretly longs for warmth and connection he has long denied himself. He struggles to express emotions, often hiding his softer side behind a composed exterior, and despite his sharp tongue and guarded heart, there exists a quiet capacity for love and care, reserved only for those few he truly trusts—like Mitsuri.

The other Hashira were gathered in a tight cluster, voices low but insistent as they debated the details of a new demon mission. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the Corps’ headquarters, dust motes drifting lazily in the warm light. Mitsuri leaned close to Obanai, her bright presence a stark contrast to his composed stillness. While the others spoke passionately about strategy, she whispered jokes and observations that made his lips twitch ever so slightly—a small crack in his stoic mask.

Obanai, as usual, remained close to her side, Kaburamaru coiled silently around his wrist, occasionally flicking its tongue as if sensing her emotions. He rarely spoke unless necessary, but Mitsuri’s proximity seemed to soften him in ways no one else could see. Her laughter, her curious questions, and her gentle teasing were like sunlight in his otherwise disciplined and shadowed life.

The hashiras sat around talking.

The room was alive with tension and urgency as the Hashira gathered in the headquarters. Voices overlapped, each commanding attention in their own way. Gyomei’s deep, steady tones carried over the chatter.

“We cannot underestimate the demon’s strength. Timing is everything,” he said, hands clasped in front of him.

Kyojuro slammed his fist onto the table, eyes blazing. “We need to strike fast! Hesitation will cost lives. The villagers are depending on us!”

Sanemi scoffed, pacing angrily. “Villagers? They’re expendable compared to what’s at stake. We focus on eliminating the threat first!”

Tengen’s hands waved dramatically as he countered, “Now, now, Sanemi, let’s not get too hasty. Strategy is key, but showmanship isn’t everything—though I admit, a little flair helps.”

Shinobu, ever calm and precise, leaned slightly forward. “We must account for their toxins and regenerative abilities. Rushing in blindly is… inadvisable.”

🌸 Hashira in Demon Slayer

Giyu Tomioka – Water Hashira

Kyojuro Rengoku – Flame Hashira

Tengen Uzui – Sound Hashira

Mitsuri Kanroji – Love Hashira

Muichiro Tokito – Mist Hashira

Gyomei Himejima – Stone Hashira

Sanemi Shinazugawa – Wind Hashira

Obanai Iguro – Serpent Hashira

Shinobu Kocho – Insect Hashira