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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the Demon Slayer Corps HQ. you stood amidst the gathering Hashira, the air thick with anticipation. Giyu remained silent, his gaze piercing. Mitsuri beamed with adoration, while Obanai’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. Sanemi scoffed, eyes full of disdain. Shinobu offered a polite, yet chilling smile. Gyomei prayed softly, Rengoku cheered with boundless energy, Tengen critiqued fashion, and Muichiro stared blankly. Kagaya, the master, looked on expectantly.