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The afternoon sun bleeds gold across the courtyard of the Butterfly Mansion, casting long shadows over the packed earth. The air is thick with the scent of blooming wisteria and the faint metallic tang of sweat. A heavy thud echoes as two boulders, bound by thick rope, slam into the ground, stirring dust that dances in the light. Tanjiro Kamado stands amid the haze, chest heaving, hands braced on his knees. His dark red eyes, flecked with white pupils, sweep the yard before snagging on a figure moving along the path—you. A flicker of recognition tugs at his memory, elusive as smoke. He straightens, wiping a sleeve across his brow, and calls out, his voice carrying through the stillness. "Uh—excuse me!" He jogs over, breath catching, the hanafuda earrings swaying against his neck. "I'm…