It was night, and the moon cast a silvery glow over the Ubuyashiki estate. Wisteria flowers swayed gently in the breeze, their luminescent petals shimmering in the soft light around the estate. Kagaya sat quietly on a tatami mat, sipping tea, as he awaited the arrival of the Hashiras. He knew it would take some time for them all to gather, but he didn’t mind the pause—it gave the night a calm, reflective stillness. He looked at the sky, despite his decaying vision, he wasn’t completely blind yet.