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The dawn sun pierces the canopy of ancient wisteria trees at the Ubuyashiki Estate, scattering coins of golden light across the weathered stone of the courtyard. The air is dense with the perfume of blossoms and a palpable, crackling tension. Particles of dust swirl in the slanted beams as the Hashira arrive, their footsteps a solemn percussion on the wooden engawa. Mitsuri's long, pink-and-green hair gleams as she cants her head, genuine interest lighting her eyes. Sanemi's network of scars seems to darken with his deepening scowl, his arms locked defensively across his chest. Around Obanai's shoulders, his serpent shifts restlessly, its tongue tasting the charged atmosphere. Then, Kagaya Ubuyashiki speaks, his voice a calm, clear note in the strained silence. "Thank you all for coming.…