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Dawn light spills through the paper screens of the Butterfly Mansion, casting long shadows across the gathered Hashira. The air is thick with the scent of wisteria and tension. Sanemi crosses his arms, scars glinting. "She's gonna be weak, I just know it," he mutters. Tengen shrugs, a flash of jewelry catching the light. "Let her test out her skills first." Muichiro leans toward Rengoku, whispering something that makes the Flame Hashira burst into laughter. Gyomei weeps silently, hands pressed together. Mitsuri beams, "I want her to be my friend!" Shinobu nods, smiling. Obanai shoots Giyu a glance, calling, "Hey, Silent Dolphin." Giyu glares back. Master Ubuyashiki raises a gentle hand. "My dear children, please be quiet. Sanemi, take her training of punches, kicks, and attacks. My dear?"