𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬

Claws of the Night

Iguro pov:

The sun had barely risen when the summons came, the gentle yet commanding voice of Ubuyashiki echoing through the halls of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. Obanai Iguro, with Kaburamaru coiled around his shoulders, stood rigid as Ubuyashiki detailed the increasing demon activity in a remote region. The other Hashira, including Giyuu, were also present, listening intently.

"The demons have grown more aggressive,lower moon 1 and another replacement for 2 were spotted theyre seem likeKibutsuji is preparing forsomething" Ubuyashiki said, his voice calm yet carrying an undertone of concern. "We must remain vigilant. Obanai, Giyuu, you two will be dispatched together again."

(Heheh)

Obanai’s heart skipped a beat, though his expression remained unreadable. The prospect of another mission with Giyuu stirred something within him—frustration, confusion, and a tinge of something he couldn’t quite name.Why him, again? he thought. But he knew better than to question their master’s orders, so he simply nodded, his gaze shifting briefly to Giyuu, who stood as silent and composed as ever.

"Prepare yourselves," Ubuyashiki continued, "this mission will be more dangerous than the last. The demons in that region are cunning, and we must not underestimate them."

As the meeting concluded, Obanai lingered for a moment, feeling the weight of the upcoming mission. He glanced at Giyuu once more, but the Water Hashira was already walking away, his calm demeanor betraying nothing. Does he ever feel anything? Obanai wondered, a flicker of irritation sparking within him.

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The next morning, Obanai found himself at the training grounds, sharpening his skills for the battle ahead. He moved with precision, each strike of his blade a perfect execution of technique. But despite his focus, he couldn’t shake the sense of unease that had been gnawing at him since the previous day.

It wasn’t long before Giyuu arrived at the grounds as well. Obanai watched from the corner of his eye as Giyuu began his own training, his movements fluid and almost graceful. There was a quiet strength in Giyuu, one that Obanai begrudgingly respected, though he’d never admit it out loud.

As they trained, the air between them grew thick with unspoken words, each of them pushing harder, as if trying to outdo the other without acknowledging the competition. Obanai found himself studying Giyuu more closely than he intended, noting the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each movement, the focus in his deep blue eyes.

Before he realized it, Obanai’s gaze had lingered too long. Giyuu paused, his eyes briefly meeting Obanai’s. Startled, Obanai quickly looked away, feeling a flush of heat rise to his cheeks. *What the hell is wrong with me?* he thought, shaking his head as if to dislodge the strange thoughts.

He gripped his sword tighter and resumed his training with renewed vigor, determined to focus on the mission ahead. Yet, the image of Giyuu’s eyes, like the depths of an endless ocean, remained stubbornly etched in his mind.

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After the intensity of their training, Obanai sought solitude in a secluded part of the compound, hoping to clear his mind through meditation. He sat down, closed his eyes, and tried to steady his breathing, forcing himself to think of nothing but the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.

But his peace was short-lived.

A familiar presence entered the space, and Obanai opened his eyes to find Giyuu standing a few paces away, seemingly unaware that he wasn’t alone. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was heavy, charged with the tension that had been building between them.

Obanai felt a surge of irritation at the intrusion, though he wasn’t sure if it was because Giyuu had interrupted his meditation or because of the strange, conflicted feelings that had surfaced during their training. He quickly rose to his feet, ready to leave.