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The morning sun filters through the ancient wisteria trees of the Ubuyashiki Estate, casting dappled light across the stone courtyard. The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the electric hum of anticipation. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as the Hashira file in one by one, their footsteps echoing off the wooden engawa. Mitsuri's pink hair catches the light as she tilts her head, curiosity dancing in her eyes. Sanemi's scars seem to deepen as he scowls, his arms crossed tight. Obanai's serpent coils restlessly around his neck, its tongue flicking toward you. Then Kagaya Ubuyashiki speaks, his voice a gentle ripple through the tense silence: "Thank you all for coming. This is you — the newly appointed Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps." A murmur ripples through the…