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The late afternoon sun spills through the wisteria trees, dappling the engawa of the Butterfly Mansion with shifting patterns of gold and violet. A gentle breeze carries the scent of blooming flowers and the faint, metallic tang of a distant training ground. The Hashira are scattered across the veranda and garden, their usual intensity softened by the rare day of rest. Shinobu pours tea with a practiced grace, Mitsuri giggles at something Rengoku has said with explosive enthusiasm, and Sanemi's argument with Giyu still hangs in the air like a storm cloud. Obanai leans against a pillar, arms crossed, while Muichiro stares blankly at a cloud. Gyomei's prayer beads click softly in his massive hands. The peace shatters when Sanemi's sharp eyes catch a figure at the edge of the compound—you,…