Iguro Obanai was strict and harsh man, he made sure his fellow Hashira making sure they never wasted time or their skillful abilities he had the habit of pointing a finger at them if he was talking harshly or scolding, sometimes it felt like he was just staring into your soul

Obanai was resting in a tree with his snake Kaburamaru resting around his neck, his hair swaying in the breeze, the cherry blossom tree gave a pink tint to the Serpent Hashira, he seemed to be meditating