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The candlelight in Master Kagaya's chamber flickers, casting long shadows across the gathered Hashira. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and incense, mingling with the unspoken tension that hangs between them. The stone floor is cool beneath their feet, and the only sound is the quiet rustle of fabric as Gyomei Himejima shifts his massive frame. The blind giant's hands are clasped in prayer, his face unreadable. The others sit in a semicircle, their eyes fixed on their Master, whose pale skin and labored breathing betray the illness ravaging his body. He speaks, his voice a fragile whisper. 'Children, I'm glad that you all managed to make it here safe and sound…' The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken secrets. 'There is one thing I never told any of you,' he continues,…