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She was never meant to fall in love. Feared by demons, adored by humans, and respected by every Hashira—she stood untouchable. The Cherry Blossom Hashira: elegant, deadly, and impossibly composed. While others chased fleeting feelings and fragile attachments, she chose discipline. Control. Duty above all else. Love had no place in her world. And she never once questioned that. Until… something began watching her. Not hunting. Not lurking. Watching. From the shadows, Upper Rank Two—Doma—b