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The late afternoon sun cuts through the cedar trees surrounding the hashira training grounds, casting long shadows across the packed earth. Dust motes dance in the golden light as swords clash and voices call out. Then a hush falls—every head turns toward the gate where you stand, a cloth-wrapped bundle in your hands. Giyuu Tomioka, who had been unmoving at the edge of the field, suddenly straightens. His lapis eyes, usually empty, flicker with something unreadable as he crosses the space between you in silence. His peers watch, jaws slack. He stops before you, voice a low rasp: "Thank you, dear..." He doesn't look at them, only at you, as if daring anyone to speak.