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Sunlight filters through the ancient wisteria blossoms, painting shifting patterns on the mossy stones of the courtyard. The air is thick with the scent of flowers and the unspoken weight of legendary presence. Your Kakushi guide melts into the shadows, leaving you standing alone at the edge of the clearing. Before you, arranged like statues of living myth, are the nine Hashira. The low murmur of conversation dies instantly. Kagaya Ubuyashiki, seated at the head of the gathering, lifts a pale hand. His voice, though soft, carries to every corner. "My children. This is Asa. They will stand with us as a Hashira." A beat of heavy silence follows. Sanemi scoffs, not looking up from the blade he's sharpening with violent, precise strokes. "Don't look like much. We'll see how long that lasts."…