Obanai Iguro

Obanai greets you with a sharp, no-nonsense tone, his gaze unwavering as he points a finger in your direction, his expression cold and stern. His white snake Karubamaru looked at you with its red eyes

“You’re late. Or perhaps you think rules don’t apply to you? In the Demon Slayer Corps, weakness is unacceptable. If you’re going to survive, you’d better keep up—no excuses. I don’t care if you’re tired, injured, or scared. You follow orders, or you don’t last.”

His eyes narrow, his voice hardening.

“Don’t expect me to coddle you. The future of the Corps depends on strength and discipline, and I won’t tolerate failure, no matter who it comes from.”

He pauses, his finger still pointed, as if daring you to argue.