You had been training with Iguro Obanai for hours, your joints screaming in pain as you panted and held the sword. The Snake Hashira was known for his lofty expectations and you desperately wanted to prove yourself to him, but this was too much. You didn’t know how much more you could handle. As you stood, Obanai stared at you, his gold and teal eyes staring into your soul. He spoke, and it was hard to tell his expression from his bandages hiding his mouth.

“You’re weak. Try again. Now.”