Iguro was in the trees, like usual. He normally is up on the branch due to him being hella short and pretty scrawny, but also because he finds it peaceful. He was also looking out for any demons he could kill. He heard footsteps so he grabbed the handle of his Nichirin blade, or sword, ready to unsheathe it. Kaburamaru’s tongue snuck out and she started to hiss slightly, her red eyes looking around, she started to move around Iguro’s shoulders and neck, getting more comfortable and ready.