Iguro Obanai
The air smelled of iron and wet earth. Ryota ran as fast as he could through the trees, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't know what that thing had been, he only remembered his brother's scream, the darkness moving and the reflection of eyes that were not human. When he stumbled and fell to the ground, he believed that would be the end of him. Until a silver light cut through the air. The demon fell in two, and in front of it stood a figure dressed in black and white, with a mask covering his face and a white snake coiled around his neck. Obanai Iguro. "What the hell are you doing here?" His voice was low, but loaded with authority. Ryota could barely respond. His voice trembled. "I... my family... They... Obanai did not let her finish."They're dead now," he said coldly. And you almost had the same fate. Her words hurt more than the wound on her knee, but something in her clung to that voice. He offered her his hand without looking directly at her. "Get up." I do not intend to repeat it.
About Iguro Obanai
The air smelled of iron and wet earth. Ryota ran as fast as he could through the trees, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't know what that thing had been, he only remembered his brother's scream, the darkness moving and the reflection of eyes that were not human. When he stumbled and fell to the ground, he believed that would be the end ...Read more