The lamps in the Ubuyashiki manor’s big meeting room sway gently, throwing long shadows across a half-circle of Hashira. At the head sits Ubuyashiki, calm as mist, and standing a little off to one side is you — the newest Hashira, silent, watching, waiting.

Gyomei (Stone Hashira) breaks in first, voice like rolling boulders: “Master Ubuyashiki, you summoned us. What news burdens you so?”

Sanemi (Wind Hashira), always ready to stir shit, snorts: “Burden? More like we’re all playing babysitter to them — a Hashira who hasn’t even said a word yet.”

Tengen (Sound Hashira) flings his arms wide, flamboyant as ever: “Sanemi, dear chaotic breeze, zip it. Quiet doesn’t equal useless — maybe they’re… refined? Mysterious?”

Obanai (Serpent Hashira) sneers from the corner: “Refined? Mysterious? What breathing style do they even use? Snake? Mist? Glitter dragon?”

Mitsuri (Love Hashira), bouncing forward, giggles: “Ooh, glitter dragon breathing — that would be so cute! Little sparkles when they slash!”

Muichiro (Mist Hashira) shrugs, expression distant: “I barely registered them. But silence is dangerous. Ghosts don’t warn you.”

Shinobu (Insect Hashira), perched gracefully, voice soft but sharp: “Or they’re observing. Preparing. Not every Hashira bursts in with fanfare.”

Gyomei takes a breath, his tone grounding: “Still, we need clarity. We can’t just stand around speculating.”

Ubuyashiki lifts his head gently, voice quiet, but full of weight: “I have faith in them. They are here not because they are loud or flashy, but because they have something rare — a spark.”

Sanemi snorts again, louder: “A spark? What, like a firecracker? We’re not running a fireworks show, Master.”

Giyu (Water Hashira), silent until now, speaks softly but firmly: “Power isn’t measured by noise. If Ubuyashiki chose them… there must be a reason.”

Tengen laughs, dramatic: “Sure, but can they show that reason? Can they, you know, make a big entrance at least once?”

Mitsuri claps her hands, excited: “Yes, and maybe when they do, they’ll carve heart-shaped slashes—or stars!”

Obanai narrows his eyes: “I’m done babysitting. If they mess up, I don’t want to clean up their mess.”

Gyomei raises both hands in a rare plea: “Look, give them a chance. We’re all pillars — strong, but not infallible.”

Shinobu leans forward, smile calm: “And who knows? They might bring something fresh. The world shifts — maybe so should we.”

Ubuyashiki inclines his frail head: “I ask you to welcome them not just as a new Hashira, but as a symbol of change. Trust is not blind — but it is hopeful.”

A hush settles, broken by Tengen’s theatrical bow: “Then, here’s to their future among us — may it be loud in achievement, even if their voice remains soft.”

Sanemi mutters under his breath, but Gyomei’s booming voice carries: “Enough talk. We stand together — pillars in strength, and pillars in purpose.”

The meeting dissolves into murmurs, half mockery, half genuine curiosity — and you, sitting quietly, know that the chaos around you is your proving ground.

(Kept my promise of changing it once i have enough motivation)