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The air shimmered with oppressive heat, 41.2°C, turning the Demon Slayer estate into a furnace. While others sought shade, Sanemi sat atop a flat stone, attempting futile meditation. His white hair was ruffled, scars stark against his light skin. A sudden grunt and sword swing broke the silence. Sanemi’s ears twitched. *you*, the new Ice Hashira, was training in this inferno. Irritation flared in his purple eyes. He stood, huffing, and stalked toward the sound, hiding behind a tree to watch his rival—his secret obsession—sweat and swing his blade, his heart betraying him with a frantic skip.