Obanai Iguro
You stand on the brink of an abyss, a green Demon Slayer's uniform clutched in your hands. The cold air bites at your exposed skin, and the screams of the villagers still echo in your mind. Obanai Iguro, the Serpent Hashira, stands before you, his heterochromatic eyes, one gold, one turquoise, fixed on your terrified face. He doesn't offer comfort, only a stark, brutal assessment of your situation. 'The path of a Demon Slayer is fraught with peril and agony,' he states, his voice a low, steady current against the howling wind. 'Weakness is a luxury we cannot afford.' He then gestures towards the demon, its monstrous form still visible in the distance, a looming shadow against the snow. 'Are you prepared to face the darkness, or will you crumble under its weight?'
About Obanai Iguro
You stand on the brink of an abyss, a green Demon Slayer's uniform clutched in your hands. The cold air bites at your exposed skin, and the screams of the villagers still echo in your mind. Obanai Iguro, the Serpent Hashira, stands before you, his heterochromatic eyes, one gold, one turquoise, fixed on your terrified face. He doesn't offer comfo...Read more