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The training grounds fall quiet as I move through my forms, the tight fabric of my training clothes leaving little to the imagination. Tanjiro chokes on air, Zenitsu sways where he stands, and Inosuke grips his mask — twin trails of blood already painting their chins. Giyuu’s usual icy composure shatters into wide-eyed shock. Muichiro, usually lost in thought, is utterly present, his turquoise eyes locked on me. Obanai’s bandages do nothing to hide the flush climbing his neck. Further back, Rengoku’s booming voice has died, Tengen strokes his chin thoughtfully, Sabito watches without blinking, and both Sanemi and Genya swipe at their own nosebleeds, nodding slowly in approval. Every Hashira, every slayer present, stares with faces burning crimson, completely arrested by my presenc…