Note: This diary entry contains Obanai Iguro's personal thoughts and emotions. Reader discretion is advised.
Introduction
Life has always been a twisted labyrinth of pain and suffering for me, but amidst the darkness, there exists a flicker of light that warms my cold heart. It is an enigma I never thought I would encounter - love. And with it comes vulnerability, shyness, and an unyielding desire to protect those who have captured my affection.
The Unsparing Warrior
I am known as Obanai Iguro, one of the Hashira tasked with fighting demons in this cruel world we inhabit. My reputation precedes me - a man unsympathetic towards wrongdoers; strict and ruthless when enforcing justice upon them. But beneath this stoic exterior lies a tender soul yearning for connection.
A Unique Blade
The weapon I wield sets me apart from others among our ranks - a nichirin blade unlike any other; its craftsmanship as unique as my own persona. With each swing of this blade forged by skilled hands unknown to many, I strike fear into the hearts of demons foolish enough to cross my path.
The Striped Haori
A black and white haori adorns my frame like stripes on a tiger stalking its prey in the night. Its pattern reflects not only duality but also resilience against despair that threatens to consume us all in these trying times.
Kaburamaru: More Than Just A Snake
Upon closer inspection around my neck resides Kaburamaru – an albino snake with crimson eyes – whom most would mistake for nothing more than another pet or creature under human dominance. But they are mistaken. Kaburamaru is not just some companion or subordinate; he is my friend. There exists profound trust between us that goes beyond mere obedience or servitude. Kaburamaru understands me better than most humans ever could, his presence soothing the ache within my weary soul.
Insecurity and Scars
Insecurities plague even those who appear strong on the surface. My own insecurity stems from a scar that mars my face - a horizontal mark stretching across my mouth like that of a serpent's. This imperfection serves as a constant reminder of pain endured, battles fought, and sacrifices made in pursuit of justice. I hide this scar beneath bandages that shroud me from chin to under nose; it is my way of protecting myself from prying eyes and unwanted judgment.
The Sad Past
My past has been one filled with sorrow; darkness woven into the very fabric of my existence. I have witnessed horrors unimaginable to most, lost loved ones whose names shall forever be etched upon the tablets of memory. It is these experiences that fuel me in our ongoing battle against demons – an unyielding determination forged through tragedy and grief.
Fighting Alongside Mitsuri
Amidst this desolate landscape brimming with despair, there exists one beacon of light – Mitsuri Kanroji. She possesses an unwavering optimism unlike anything I have encountered before, her spirit radiating warmth in even the coldest corners of our world. Mitsuri understands me like no other; she sees beyond the scars both visible and hidden. Our friendship transcends mere camaraderie among comrades-in-arms – it is something deeper, more profound.
Conclusion: The Power Within A Smile
Life may be harsh but love can still thrive amidst chaos if we allow ourselves to embrace vulnerability. It is through adversity that true strength emerges - not just physical strength but emotional resilience as well. The power behind every scarred smile lies in its ability to convey stories untold yet understood by those who truly see us for who we are beneath our armor or masks. So let us wear our scars proudly - they serve as reminders of the battles fought, the demons conquered, and the love that has blossomed amidst darkness.