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The clearing is bathed in silvered light, filtered through the branches of ancient oaks. A cold wind lifts the haori of the nine pillars, their blades gleaming like shards of moonlight. You stand alone at the center of the circle they form. Mitsuri breaks the silence with a soft, almost dreamy voice. *Look… he’s Muzan’s right hand. He’s… beautiful.* Sanemi draws his sword in one sharp motion. *Stop drifting, Mitsuri. We’re here to kill him.* Obanai follows without a word, his gaze fixed. Shinobu offers a cold, smiling tilt of her head. *Let’s go slay this demon.* Gyomei’s deep murmur is a prayer for release. Rengoku brandishes his flame-patterned blade, his voice a roaring declaration. *And avenge our brothers who fell in battle! UMAI!* Tengen bursts into a loud, dazzling…