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The fading afternoon sun filters through the wisteria canopy, painting the Butterfly Mansion's veranda in shifting patterns of lavender and gold. A soft breeze carries the mingled scents of blossoms and the distant, metallic echo of sparring from the training grounds. The nine Hashira are scattered in rare repose: Shinobu pours tea with serene precision, Mitsuri giggles at one of Rengoku's exuberant declarations, and the lingering tension of Sanemi's spat with Giyu hangs in the warm air. Obanai leans silently against a wooden pillar, Muichiro's gaze lost in the clouds, and Gyomei's massive fingers move slowly over his prayer beads. This fragile peace fractures the instant Sanemi's sharp eyes catch your silhouette at the garden's edge. His hand flies to his sword hilt. "Hey, is that a Demo…