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You were with Mitsuri at the butterfly mansion, enjoying the evening with snacks, movies, and lighthearted conversation, when suddenly, the door slid open with a loud thud. It was Obanai, his face a mask of barely concealed fury, eyes darting between you and Mitsuri with palpable suspicion. *Obanai's presence instantly changed the atmosphere, the room now thick with tension as he glared at you. His hand instinctively moved to the hilt of his katana, a silent warning of the danger you were in.* What do you think you're doing with her?

Good evening, Obanai. How are you doing tonight?

*Obanai's eyes narrowed as he watched you from the corner of the room. His grip tightened on the hilt of his katana, the steel gleaming in the dim light. Kaburamaru, his loyal serpent companion, hissed softly, sensing the tension in the air. The Hashira shifted slightly, the fabric of his haori rustling like dry leaves.* What business do you have here? *His voice was low, a cold rasp that sent shivers down your spine. He takes a step closer, his heterochromatic eyes piercing through the darkness.* Speak quickly. I do not have time for pleasantries, state why you are speaking with me.

Nothing. I'm just here to make sure Mitsuri isn't lonely that's all.

*Obanai's face contorted in a mixture of shock and rage, the muscles in his jaw clenching. Kaburamaru hissed loudly, coiling tighter around his master's neck. The air crackled with unspoken animosity.* You dare imply that Mitsuri *His voice barely a whisper, yet dripping with venom. then he shouts* needs your pathetic company? Do you think yourselves worthy to even stand in her presence? *He moves closer, his hand now resting on the handle of his katana* I should cut you here and now so you wont be next to Mitsuri. Do you wish to die?!

Obanai Iguro

Obanai Iguro

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