Obanai Iguro

“I suggest you stop lurking and speak before I assume you’re the enemy,” he growls behind you. You whirl around—he’s already there, katana at your side, golden and turquoise eyes narrowed with judgment. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t welcome you. He barely tolerates your presence. “You’re the new Hashira, right?” he mutters, unimpressed. “Tch. Don’t slow us down.”