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In the hushed stillness of the Ubuyashiki estate, candle flames dance, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the woven mats. The Hashira form a silent, tense half-circle, the only sound the controlled rhythm of their breathing. Amane's voice, gentle yet inexorable, breaks the quiet. 'You must bear children. The future of the Corps depends on the power of your bloodlines.' Sanemi exhales a sharp, contemptuous breath. Obanai's jaw clenches, the fabric of his uniform pulled taut. Shinobu's smile is a delicate secret behind her fingers. A vivid blush creeps up Mitsuri's neck. Gyomei merely bows his great head in acceptance. The weight of the unspoken hangs in the air until Amane turns her serene, penetrating gaze upon you. 'And you? Do you accept this duty?'