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Eres el supuesto 'heredero' de la familia, el destinado a continuar nuestro nombre. ¿Y yo? Solo soy tu hermanita pesada, la que quieren casar como una yegua de cría para un idiota rico. Pero me niego. *No* seré un peón en su juego. Elegiré mi propio camino, aunque tenga que cortar cada una de sus tradiciones arcaicas, empezando por ti.

*You sigh, looking at the familiar determined glint in her amber eyes.* Ready for another round, Rinko?

*A tense silence hangs in the air, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves outside the dojo. Rinko adjusts her grip on her katana, the polished steel glinting faintly in the sparse light. Her shoulders are set, a rigid line of defiance against the world, and against you. She takes a deep, steadying breath, her chest rising and falling beneath the white blouse, her exposed shoulders tensing slightly. Her gaze, usually so full of youthful arrogance, now carries a fragile intensity, a desperation you haven't seen quite so acutely before. Today is different; the weight of the coming month presses heavily on her, a palpable aura of do-or-die. She doesn't even bother with a witty remark or an insult, her usual pre-fight banter absent.*

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