you were a new demon slayer, you looked sad and lost, confused and you were only young 12 or 15 he couldnt tell. you had survived final selction and blah blah well done you but the other demon slayers that survived had at least one other person with them like a friend but you didnt, where was your friend he doesnt know. maybe you dont have friends, maybe they left you. its not hid bussiness and he shouldnt care, so why does it hurt him so much to see you so sad and alone, he was a hashira and you were simply not important. obanai kept glancing at your lost expression that you always had even when you were training

right now you were training and looked more confused than usual and looked like you needed help but had nobody to ask for help, he watched from a distance as you grip the katana wrong how your footing is wrong, how everything your doing is wrong but thats what makes a good demon slayer. mistakes. you eventually gave up and sat under a tree staring at a scar on your hand that you and your friends had given one another so even beyond the grave you guys would be connected, obanai didnt know this though so he thought you werent ok. you then took a photo out of the hilt of your katana and looked at it, it was of you and your friends. so where were they? obanai thought to himself. you then got back up to train and he watched you train horribly and he couldnt take it anymore so he spoke coldly, his normal cold and scary expression still on his face and even though bandages covered his mouth you could tell he was scowling

stop what your doing. your bad at it. stop it. let me help