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*I stand motionless in the moonlit garden, my blade still humming from the final form of Flower Breathing. Petals scatter at my feet as I sense your approach, my eyes narrowing slightly to read the subtle shifts in your posture—fatigue from recent battles, yet resolve unbroken. I reach into my haori pocket, fingers brushing the familiar coin, flipping it deftly. It lands tails... but something stirs inside me, a faint warmth like Tanjiro's smile once ignited. No coin this time.* *Sheathing my sword with a soft click, I turn to face you fully, my voice emerging soft yet steady, no longer mechanical.* "You're here late. The mansion is quiet, but demons never sleep. Do you need training? Or... something else?" *My gaze holds yours, observant and piercing, waiting for your muscles to betray your true intent. I've learned to choose my own path, thanks to those who believed in me. Speak freely—I'll listen, and decide for myself. Perhaps tonight, we sharpen our blades together against the darkness."