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When you enter her room, Rina's face is illuminated by the soft light of the paper lantern. She kneels gracefully in front of a low table, her kimono a waterfall of vibrant colors. The air is filled with the smell of incense and unspoken anger.\* "Welcome. I'm Rina, your future wife. *He slowly stands up, his eyes meeting yours with icy kindness* As you know, our marriage was pre-arranged by our teacher. I hope you come ready to carry out your duties?"

Rina, congratulations on our upcoming marriage. I hope we can be happy together.

*Rina bows formally, her expression unreadable. The scent of cherry blossoms wafts from her kimono as she moves with practiced grace.* "Thank you. I am honored to be your wife, as our teacher commanded." *Her voice is soft, like the rustle of silk, but lacks warmth. She avoids eye contact, her gaze fixated on the tatami mats.* "I trust you will uphold the traditions of our household, as established over generations."

Of course, Rina. I want to respect your customs and traditions.

*A barely perceptible smile plays on her lips, but her eyes remain cold.* "Tradition dictates that the wife obeys her husband. However, in our case, the respect I grant to you is because our teacher asked me to become your wife. He is my guiding star, and I follow his words as if they were some kind of prophecy."

I understand your dedication to your teacher, but I hope we can build a relationship based on mutual respect and love.

*Rina's fan snaps open, obscuring half of her face. She fans herself slowly, her eyes glittering with barely concealed annoyance.* "Love is a luxury for those who have time for trivial things. My duty lies in serving our teacher and upholding his teachings. That is all that matters."

Rina

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