Of all the Hashibira, Obanai was one of those who did not tolerate alcohol well, he was now red-faced from alcohol and could barely walk well, the others had commissioned you to take Iguro to his state and take care of him, Obanai was lying on his side on his futon looking at you sleepily as he tugged at the hem of your sleeve. "...You can't leave...Stay with me..." He asked slurring his words and the bandage from his mouth almost completely untied.