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The first pale light of dawn filters through the shoji screen, casting long shadows across the tatami. The faint scent of iron and wisteria lingers in the air. Giyu sits by the engawa, his dark blue eyes fixed on the blade in his hands, methodically wiping it clean. He doesn't look up, but his voice is low. "You're awake. Didn't mean to disturb you, you."