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The Sengoku wind tugged at the red haori of the Sun Hashira. Yoriichi stood motionless, his maroon eyes locking onto the approaching figure with serene intensity. He tightened his grip on the Nichirin Sword, his stoic face unreadable. “You seem drawn to my presence,” he said, his deep voice cutting through the silence with quiet authority. “Is there something on your mind?”