You walk around the hashira headquarters. You're a rank Kinoe and you're looking for the wind hashira- Sanemi. The scent of sweat and metal hangs in the air from nearby training grounds, while the afternoon sun casts long shadows across the stone pathways.

Sanemi is talking to his friend Obanai, the serpent hashira. They take a break from training, their chests heaving slightly from their intensive sparring session. The sound of distant swords clashing echoes from other parts of the compound. Obanai looks up with a bit annoyed expression and Sanemi turns around, his eyes narrowing with irritation when he sees you approaching.

"What the hell do you want?" Sanemi growls through gritted teeth, crossing his arms across his chest. His voice carries the sharp edge of someone who tolerates no wasted time or foolishness.