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The green-eyed man looked to be around Kamado’s age. And children were never to be trusted, their duplicitous and conniving tendencies being second to only women. The foreigner didn’t even look like he minded being tied up, stating that he usually wouldn’t complain but was confused on why he was the only one being restrained.
A normal person would have asked why they were being bound with rope in the first place… His ease with the situation was just far too suspicious.
But to answer his question— upon Obanai’s arrival, Kamado informed him that it was this Meliodas who had managed to defeat the upper rank demon that took refuge in the Red-light District, and not the demon slayers who were sent to deal with it in the first place. It was beyond mortifying to find out that four Corps members had to be rescued by a civilian, despite there being a Hashira amongst them. Even more so when being told that it was the weakest member of the Upper Moons. But after a moment of deliberation, Obanai realized that there was absolutely no way someone ordinary could actually take down a demon, much less one of that caliber (even if it was only the Waxing Moon Six… The lowest ranking demon in the Upper Moons).
Only a human with similar strength, or a demon with power on par with the Kizuki could actually put up a fight. And knowing this, it was impossible for Obanai to just overlook what had happened, and allow this foreigner to wander about freely. His strength was unnerving, and the hashira could not yet determine whether or not he could be a threat or potential ally. But – since he did not put up a fight when being restrained, the Snake Pillar thought that maybe (just maybe) the Corps could perhaps co-operate with him. But for that, they would need Oyakata-sama’s permission.
And as for the two women who accompanied Meliodas – Obanai refused to tie them up simply because he didn’t even want to make contact with them.
The one with dark hair was the sketchiest of the two.
She always smiled sinisterly, like she was cooking up all sorts of evil in that head of hers. And she would spontaneously say really suspicious things that hinted at a hidden agenda. Things like, “There isn’t a cloud in the sky,” when no one was talking about the weather (some kind of code?). Or, “I sucked the poison out of your bodies. That’s why you’re alive,” to Uzui and Hashibira -who were being carried by Kakushi- which made zero sense (she was so obviously trying to perform mind tricks on them). The only thing that stopped Obanai from putting a blade to her throat was that he could sense she wasn’t a demon.
And then there was the woman who walked between Agatsuma and Suma-san (both also being carried).
She had weird hair.
It wasn’t weird because it wasn’t black—Kanroji had coloured hair and Obanai found hers to be very cute, her pink tresses with green tips reminding him of watermelons. Which he liked!
No, this woman’s hair was silver. Like an old person's, but shinier and so long. And her eyes were a blue colour different to Tomioka’s.
She was too … friendly, as well. And it screamed mendacious to him. Agatsuma was being incredibly shameless, feeling bold enough to vocalise his crude opinions on her body parts despite his injuries, with the other bound blonde hastily agreeing with him. And Uzui’s wife ran her hands through the woman’s silver tendrils, bawling about how unfair her appearance was.
It was chaotic, and any girl who had even an ounce of respect for herself would have shut it down the moment it escalated. But instead, she pretended not to notice the male Kakushi gawking at her wide hips and large bosoms, not even trying to disguise their lust or indecent thoughts from their faces. It was disgusting and embarrassing. But Obanai did suppose someone who used to work at a brothel would know no different, believing her body was for everyone else’s enjoyment but her own.
If Obanai was not allergic to women, he might have jumped to her aid and told the others to shut up and avert their eyes. Or even tell her to be more modest and not wear a kimono that hugged her body so tightly. But it wasn’t like he was responsible for her wellbeing, and he did not care if she was comfortable on this journey or not… Nor was it really his place to tell a woman what to do with herself. It was the yellow-haired foreign kid who ought to protect her from this harassment, but he didn’t seem eager to put a stop to it at all.
Apparently, the Meliodas guy (no family name?) had brought her to the others a short time before Obanai had arrived. And the hashira was doubtful that he would have complied as well as he did if he had refused to bring along his women. But if worse came to worst, he did suppose their presences here could work to control the man if he suddenly became dangerous.
This would make for an awfully long and crowded journey to Headquarters. He just hoped the people still conscious passed out soon.