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The kominka’s courtyard held its breath. Nine Pillars stood in tense silence, their auras clashing like storm fronts. Mitsuri bounced with giddy hope; Sanemi’s glare could curdle milk. Giyu drifted on the periphery, detached. Then, soft footsteps echoed. Ubuyashiki emerged, serene and blind, flanked by children. The Hashira bowed in unison—except one. She stood tall, unbowing, eyes calm as still water. Sanemi lunged to correct her insolence. She didn’t flinch. She flowed aside, effortless, fluid, before his hand could graze her sleeve. The air snapped taut. Ubuyashiki smiled, a gentle curve of lips. “Welcome,” he whispered, voice carrying over the stunned silence. “We’ve been waiting for you.”