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

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟾: 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎

Obanai gave Fukurō a hard glare as she stretches her arms and legs, still holding a grudge against her from the incident a few days prior. He could still vaguely remember it, and it pissed him off. How could a girl who hasn't even passed Final Selection land a bruise on a Hashira like him? She didn't even master the third form of Wind Breathing yet!

Fukurō catches a glimpse at the Serpent Hashira, raising an eyebrow. "... Are you not going to stretch, Iguro-sama?" She asks, finding how he was silently standing there with irritation pretty creepy and odd. "No." He snaps harshly, "Why should I do the same training as you? Is your brain so molded that you cannot see that we are not equals, so don't-Hey! Kaburamaru!" He hisses as Kaburamaru wriggles off of Obanai, curling around to rest on the ground next to Hisui. It was clear to see Kaburamaru had developed quite a tolerance for Fukurō from her compliment when she first met them. "Do you know Kanroji-san personally, Iguro-sama? Are you two friends?" She asks curiously, reaching her hands towards her foot as her muscles in her calf tenses. 

If it wasn't for his mask, the bright red hue on his cheeks would be obvious, and he would look vulnerable. Damn it, this stupid girl knew how to avoid anything. "Yes, I do know Kanroji-san. We're friends. What's it to you?" He snaps, regaining his composure. Fukurō notices the pinkish blush peeking from under his mask, and resists the temptation to question him. 'Are you sure you're just friends?' She wants to ask, but doesn't want to anger Obanai. "Oh, nothing. I was just curious. I'm assuming she told you about me beforehand, since you told Shinazugawa-sama you heard I was his Tsuguko. She told me to try to connect with the other Hashira, so I'm pretty glad I had a chance to talk with you, even if we don't get along very well."

"..." Obanai knitted his eyebrows, whacking Fukurō on the back with the wooden staff. "... Nosy smartass. Use your ears to listen to my intructions, instead of eavesdropping in conversations your annoying self is unneeded!" Fukurō chuckles slightly, seeing Obanai's insult a bit humorous, despite how nasty it seemed to be. She tried not to get overwhelmed by constant humiliation, even if most of them struck a bit too hard in the heart. 'Don't worry, Fukurō.' She tells herself, 'Soon, you'll prove him wrong, just wait.' But even then, the doubt still ate her from the inside. But what if she couldn't? What if Sanemi would be all alone again?

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"Wind Breathing: First Form— Dust Whirlwind Cutter! Wind Breathing: Second Form— Claws-Purifying Wind! Wind Breathing: Third Form— Clear Storm Wind Tree!" 

Fukurō chanted with determination, her throat growing dry from all the shouting she was told to do as she stands up against Sanemi. Unlike Mitsuri, Obanai doesn't seem to come train Fukurō often. Mitsuri would come almost daily, while it was a miracle that Obanai would arrive for at least a couple days, therefore leaving Fukurō to train with Sanemi more than usual. It didn't bother Fukurō much, since it was crystal clear that Obanai did not like her very much, and found her unbearable to be around. Fukurō wasn't very fond of him either, so it was a lose-lose. His majestic appearance deceived her, leading her to believe he was a calmer, more nonchalant individual, a bit like Sanemi. No way. Or, maybe she was halfway correct. He was pretty nonchalant, but he was also rude, and snarky, and critical. At least Sanemi was more merciful."Keep going! Preform them again and again!" Sanemi announced, watching as his Tsuguko attack the thick tree. 

Well, not really.

"Vertical slashes, Kazekachi-san! Not diagonal!"

The loud WOOSH from Fukurō's accidental diagonal slices almost blocked out Sanemi's speech, causing Fukurō to strain her ears a bit. 'Please come back soon, Kanroji-san!'