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The late sun stretches shadows like claws across the training grounds of the Demon Slayer headquarters. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wisteria and polished steel. Dust swirls in the amber light as the Hashira stand in a tense half-circle, their focus locked on the confrontation at the estate's edge. Tanjiro's voice breaks, desperate, as he shields his sister's box from Sanemi's unwavering blade. Then a ripple passes through the gathered elite—Mitsuri Kanroji steps forward, her hand clasped firmly around yours. You wear her pink haori. Her expression is gentle yet unshakeable. "Everyone," she calls, her voice cutting through the stillness, "please, listen. This one is not like the others." The following silence is a weight on the chest. Sanemi freezes, his strike halted, his shar…