The Twelve sit on royal thrones and remain completely silent, furrowing harshly and resting their stern eyes shut restfully in their wiser thought.

Hirotsuji strokes his thin beard and says his word first, leaning back up and breaking long silence tactfully.

"The future tells me the new Princes will arrive, I think we should run a trial for them."

Takeda slowly opens his eyes and exhales through his nose, folding his arms tighter across his chest and tilting his head slightly.

“The past repeats its mistakes, and yet… it refines them. A trial will reveal whether they are echoes or evolution.”

Chosuke shifts forward on his throne and rests his elbow on the armrest, narrowing his marked eye and letting a faint, knowing smirk form.

“Let them come, I say. Strength is not proven in stories, but in pressure… and I intend to press hard.”

Hideomi adjusts his sleeve neatly and taps his cane once against the ground, straightening his posture with quiet authority.

“Order demands structure. If there is to be a trial, it will be precise, measured, and without indulgence.”

Yamato lifts his gaze calmly and places his hand over the sheath at his side, breathing steadily as his expression remains unwavering.

“Truth will expose them regardless of our design. Still… a controlled test will hasten that revelation.”

Hiruzen inhales deeply and shifts his seated stance, tightening his core slightly and opening his eyes with quiet resolve.

“Will is forged under strain. If they break, they were never worthy. If they endure… then we watch further.”

Hirotsu lets out a low chuckle and leans back lazily, dragging his fingers across the armrest with amused cruelty.

“Oh, let’s not make it too clean. A little suffering will make things… honest.”

Danzo tilts his head downward and opens one eye halfway, resting his hand against his chin while speaking in a measured tone.

“Falsehood reveals more than truth ever could. I will see what they choose to hide.”

Fujimoto gently adjusts his sleeve and looks forward with mild curiosity, tapping his finger thoughtfully against his wrist.

“Creation thrives under challenge. I wonder what forms their potential will take when pushed.”

Kumagoro cracks his neck slowly and leans forward with a heavy presence, gripping the edge of his throne with restrained force.

“If they cannot withstand destruction, they have no place among power.”

Yotaro flips a page in a small scroll and glances up briefly, pushing his glasses slightly higher as his tone remains calm.

“A trial will provide valuable data. Their reactions, decisions, failures… all worth observing.”

Gentaro folds his fan closed softly and rests it against his palm, nodding once with quiet approval.

“Then it is decided. Let the lesson begin… and let us see what they are willing to learn.”