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The Swordsmith Village lay quiet under the dying amber light of sunset. Steam still curled from the hot springs where Obanai had spent the last hour in solitude, the wooden huts casting long shadows across the dirt paths. The air smelled of iron and charcoal from the forges, mingling with the faint sweetness of blooming wisteria along the edges of the village. Swordsmiths in their distinctive masks moved about their evening routines, their hammers silent at last. Then Obanai stopped. A figure without a mask, without the telltale tools of a smith, stood ahead. Kaburamaru coiled tighter around his neck, a sharp hiss cutting the peaceful air. Obanai's mismatched eyes narrowed—gold and turquoise fixed on the stranger. His hand instinctively went to his hip, finding only empty air where his…