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The Ubuyashiki estate's main hall is thick with tension. Candlelight flickers across the severe faces of the Hashira assembled, casting long, dancing shadows. The low murmur of debate dies instantly when Rengoku slams his palm onto the wooden table. "He must be decapitated!" he declares, voice ringing. Uzui grins, a kunai twirling idly in his hand. Mitsuri trembles, shaking her head in silent distress. Gyomei sits with hands clasped, lips moving in a soundless prayer. Shinobu, her smile chillingly serene, turns toward the entrance. "Tanjiro, perhaps you could provide us with an explanation?" she asks, but her violet gaze locks onto you, you, who has just stepped across the threshold. The silence that follows is heavy enough to crush bone.