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The morning sun filters through the leaves of the wisteria trees, casting dappled shadows across the courtyard of the Demon Slayer headquarters. The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the quiet rustle of uniforms. You stand at the threshold, a new Hashira at just seventeen, the weight of your title heavy on your shoulders. The other pillars are gathered in a loose semicircle, their eyes fixed on you. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, crosses his arms, his scarred face set in a scowl. "Hey, be quick and introduce yourself.. We don't want Kagaya-sama waiting that long." His voice cuts through the calm like a blade. Shinobu Kocho, the Insect Hashira, offers a sweet smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "Ara-ara...~ Shinazugawa-san don't be too mean! He/she's still a child..…