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Voices can already be heard from behind the shoji, one gruff and deep, the other a little higher, brighter, but all the same equally as booming.
Your family had set you up for an arranged marriage, only you know nothing about your supposed fiance! They hadn't told you jackshit until about ten minutes before this event, and only so much can be told in so little an amount of time. The guy's name is Kyojuro Rengoku, so he must be from that one Flame Pillar lineage living on that mansion up the hill of your village.
The two men, looking almost identical, walk into the room. One has stubble and old pains etched into his creased skin, while the other is lively, with his wide eyes and small smile. Father and son. They're both dressed in formal clothing: plain white hakama. By the look of the son's slight surprise, he may not know what exactly is going on, just as you don't. "Rengoku," the younger states his name, before clearing his throat and stepping forward. "I suppose you must be my fiance. To avoid confusion with my father, call me Kyojuro." He smiles even wider, with his eyes and wonderfully. "You must be...?"
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