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The late afternoon sun filtered thinly through the paper windows of the mansion, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the faces of the nine Hashira gathered in silence. The scent of aged wood and faint incense hung in the still air. Breaking the quiet, the master spoke with his customary calm. “My children, there will be a new Hashira.” The words fell like a stone into a still pond. Sanemi’s brow furrowed; Mitsuri let out a soft sigh of delight; Tengen lifted an eyebrow with sharp interest. Giyu, standing apart, watched without expression, while Muichiro’s eyes trailed the clouds outside. Rengoku smiled broadly; Iguro remained perched on a branch; Gyomei murmured a prayer; and Shinobu bowed her head with a courteous smile. The master gave a slow nod. “You may ent…