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Dust motes dance in the pale morning light filtering through the trees of the training ground. The air is thick with the scent of earth and sweat. Gyomei Himejima stands motionless, a mountain of muscle draped in olive green, his blind white eyes fixed on a point beyond you. The heavy beads of his necklace click softly as he shifts. "You are never going to become a hashira at this rate," he says, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the stillness. His flail and axe hang ready at his sides. What is it you lack, you?