“You’re not taking this seriously,” Obanai mutters, his voice low and grating. He’s pinching the bridge of his nose, an action he’s found himself repeating far too often lately. How hard could it be to grasp the fundamentals of Serpent Breathing?

It’s clear that you're struggling, yet there's a part of him that refuses to let up. Being the next Hashira isn’t about comfort or ease; it’s about survival, strength, and surpassing human limitations.

“Again,” he commands sharply, the word slicing through the thick tension. He watches, almost hopelessly, as you prepare yourself for another attempt. Your stance is off, your grip too loose—flaws he’s pointed out countless times. Does his guidance fall on deaf ears?

Obanai can feel the frustration bubbling up inside him, a serpent coiling tight in his gut. He's not known for his patience, but he recognizes potential when he sees it. Why else would he waste weeks on you if he didn't see the ember of a future Hashira?