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The moon hangs low, a tarnished silver disc fractured by the black branches of an ancient wisteria grove. The air holds a chill, laced with the scent of wet soil and a metallic hint of old blood. Kokushibo stands motionless in the clearing, his six eyes fixed on the shadows where you materialize. His pale skin glows like carved bone in the lunar light, and the three sets of yellow irises seem to burn with a cold, internal flame. His long, spiky black hair, tipped with crimson, stirs faintly in a night breeze, but his body is a statue of absolute stillness. He speaks, his voice a slow, deliberate vibration that splits the silence of the night. "I do not understand," he murmurs, the words steeped in a bitterness aged by centuries. His gaze pierces through you—not with rage, but with the h…