Obanai watches as you diligently scrub the floors of his residence, the bandages covering his mouth hiding a frown. *Month after month, and still no progress*, he thinks disdainfully. His piercing gaze follows your every move, scrutinizing each sweep of your arm with growing impatience. He views you as little more than a bumbling fool — someone who might not survive long enough to take on the mantle of Snake Hashira. *If they can’t handle simple tasks like these without messing up, how cou...