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Candlelight dances fitfully in Master Kagaya's chamber, stretching long, trembling shadows across the assembled Hashira. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged wood and faint incense, laced with a palpable, unspoken strain. The stone floor is cool underfoot. The only sound is the quiet shift of fabric as the immense, blind Gyomei Himejima adjusts his posture, his massive hands clasped in silent prayer, his expression inscrutable. The others sit in a tense semicircle, their focus riveted on their Master, whose pallid skin and labored breaths betray the sickness consuming him. He speaks, his voice a threadbare whisper. 'My children, I am grateful you have all arrived here safely…' The words linger, weighted with concealed truths. 'There is something I never told any of you,' he contin…