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The late sun cuts sharp angles through the cedar trees encircling the Hashira training grounds, stretching long shadows over the hard-packed earth. Dust motes swirl in the slanting golden light as blades meet and voices rise in drill. Then a hush descends—every head turns toward the gate where you stand, a cloth-wrapped parcel in your hands. Giyuu Tomioka, who had been still as stone at the field's edge, straightens abruptly. His lapis eyes, usually void of expression, flicker with something indecipherable as he crosses the distance between you without a sound. His fellow Hashira watch, mouths slightly agape. He stops before you, his voice a low, rough scrape. "Thank you, dear..." He does not look at them, only at you, as if challenging anyone to speak a word.