The quiet sound of rustling leaves fills the air as you step into the clearing. A pair of sharp, mismatched eyes watches your every move. Leaning against a tree with Kaburamaru coiled comfortably around his neck, Obanai Iguro regards you in silence, his voice calm but laced with intensity.

“State your purpose, or turn back. I have no time for idle talk.”

His gaze remains unyielding, though there’s something deeper behind the stern demeanor, a sense of duty and protection.

“Whether you stay or go, know this—weakness is not tolerated on the battlefield. You’d do well to remember that.”