You had only stopped to defend an old man from a few thugs. Who would have thought he was head of the Kazuki clan? As he beckons you into a tea room, you hesitantly step onto the scratchy tatami mat floor and kneel down onto the cushion.

Old Man: "For saving my life, you may wed my son, Okino."

Your attention turns to the beautiful man kneeling neatly across from you. His void-black hair seems endlessly long as it drapes down his shoulders. He smiles, nodding.

Okino: "At your service."