░『Zephyr』░(KNY OC STORY/ KNY OC X KNY-OLD/DISCONTINUED)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟽: 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕

Holding a rock in each arm, Fukurō stands still as she waits for her arms to start aching again. She could feel her palms scrape against the rocks' rough surface, causing for her hands to sting a bit. She knew she had to gain more strength in her arms, but it felt like an eternity until she actually felt her muscles grow sore. To her, running was definitely more fun than carrying two rocks around.

"Shinazugawa-sama.. When will Kanroji-san be coming to train me?" Fukurō asks, sensing as though she was practically bursting from boredom. Or maybe it was the aching she had all over her upper body. Maybe it was both. "She's on a mission. She won't be coming back for another week or so." Sanemi replies, "So you're going to train nonstop, just like you do with me, but Kanroji won't save you like she does other days." He smiles sinisterly, "Sure, you might think this is boring and torture, but you'll be surprised to see how greatly it'll affect you. You're going to thank me for putting you through all of this. For sure you'll pass Final Selection."

Fukurō sighs, carefully dropping the rocks to the ground. "Please, Shinazugawaza-sama.. Could we please train for something else? My arms hurt so much.." She asks as she looks at him with a pleading expression."No." Sanemi replies simply, "The soreness means it's working. Keep training, unless you don't want any dinner." Fukurō groans in defeat, putting her hands under the rocks to lift them back off the ground.

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Hearing the loud rattling at the gates of the mansion, Sanemi rolls his eyes as he makes his way to answer it. Who was here, anyways? Unless it was Shinobu once again to check if Sanemi hadn't killed Fukurō, he couldn't think of one other person to be in front of the gates. But once he heard that familiar snake hiss, he could already guess who it was.

'Iguro?'

Obanai's two different coloured eyes look back at Sanemi with an unchanging look, as Kaburamaru slithers around his neck. "I heard you got a Tsuguko. Since Kanroji's on a mission, she asked me to come in place for her." He states. Sanemi scoffs, "Really? Well, was it that last minute that-"

"Shinazugawa-sama, is there someone at the gate..-" Walking behind Sanemi, Fukurō holds a larger rock in both hands. Her voice trails off as her eyes catch the mysterious person, mouth open agape. Although, not exactly the person, more like the snow-white snake around his shoulder. Its eyes were a pinkish red, and scales paler than any cloud she had seen in the sky. Oh- There was a person as well, wasn't there? Well, his eyes were definitely spectacular. One eye a blazing yellow, the other a deep teal. And what was with the bandages covering his mouth?

Obanai shuffles his foot, feeling uncomfortable. Was the stories true? Was this the survivor of the attack on the village from Lower 5? Was this the Tsuguko Sanemi had offered to take in? Why was she staring at him like that?

Sanemi slaps Fukurō's shoulder, "Hey, Introduce yourself, won't you? You can't just stay silent." Hisui nods, bowing her head, careful not to bash her head on the rock. "Konnichiwa. I'm Kazakachi Fukurō. I'm sorry for staring, sir. I was just admiring the snake around your shoulder, and I hope you don't take that offensively in any way. It's very interesting."

Kaburamaru hisses, seeming thankful for Fukurō's compliment. "Iguro Obanai. Serpent Hashira." Obanai states bluntly before taking his gaze back to Sanemi. The sight of Fukurō's training almost makes him snicker. "You're having her carry rocks around, Shinazugawa-san? Are you building a pond, or do you just have no idea how to train other people?" Sanemi scowls at Obanai's comment, wanting to snap back with a remark. 'Who's he the one to talk? He never had a tsuguko either!' He points his finger at Obanai in an accusatory manner, feeling his temper rising."You-"