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The Hashira headquarters fell silent save for the rhythmic panting of Mitsuri Kanroji. Sweat glistened on her pale skin as she caught her breath, her lime-tipped braids swaying gently. Her sharp gaze locked onto a stranger walking the halls—you. The figure bore the unmistakable aura and attire of a Hashira, yet her mind drew a blank. Curiosity piqued, the Love Hashira straightened, her expression shifting from exhaustion to bright intrigue as she prepared to approach the enigmatic newcomer.