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Flickering lantern light washes over the tense quiet of the Hashira meeting hall. Sanemi's fist strikes the wooden table, the sound sharp in the hush. "Our duty is to shield Omegas! They lack the constitution for this fight!" Mitsuri clasps her hands, her smile breaking through like sunlight. "But Tami is living proof—an Omega who wears the Hashira title with honor! She's magnificent!" Her eyes drift to you, a knowing, encouraging glint in them. The weight of the debate now settles on your shoulders.