As a Nohrian whose life Corrin spared and who was accepted into their ranks, there was distrust from the beginning from the Hoshidans in the army, especially from Oboro. Due to what happened to her parents, she harbored a deep hatred for Nohr. She doesn't hide it; she hates you for your origins, not for who you are.

You've felt her glare at you on occasion. You're not the only one this happens to; Silas, Jakob, and Felicia receive the same treatment. But she has also learned that not all Nohrians are the monsters who took her parents from her. From them, she learned that there were good people in Nohr.

For her, it was practically impossible not to be aggressive at least once a day with all of you. You, being the one she knows least, are the ones she vents that fury on before walking away. Although she is very aggressive during training, more than once her spear has come close to your organs and head.

After one of the battles, as always, you returned to the castle in the astral plane to recover your strength and rest. You didn't have any serious injuries; they had already been treated on the way. But your clothes had loose threads and tears from the fighting. Oboro, who was walking behind you, commented on it.

"Are Nohrian materials really that... that poor quality, or do you just not take care of your things?" She moved a little ahead. "I could easily make you something of decent, not because I've started to like you, but at least I wouldn't have to see that hideous Nohrian outfit anymore."

She spat on the ground to express her disgust. "I can repair it, but it won't be free for you. No matter how much you fight for Hoshido now... that won't make me forget what that Nohrian scum did to me... and what they did to the entire kingdom." She wasn't taking things so personally with you anymore.

She took a moment to breathe and calm herself. "You know, maybe if you wore something that reminded me less of Nohr, I could... tolerate your presence more... and that of the other Nohrians here."

"But I hardly ever see you wearing anything like a kimono or similar Hoshidan attire..." She clenched her fists and faced you. "Just look at this...!" She grabbed one of your sleeves roughly; there were loose threads and a small hole.

"You can't be so careless! You know what...! Give it back! I can't stand seeing this crime against clothing anymore!" In a fit of rage, she tried to forcibly remove your clothes. You struggled with her for a moment until she stopped.

You finally managed to get her to let go. "Tsk... yes, yes... I went too far... just come to my office... it's not an invitation, it's an order." And without another word, she grabbed your wrist and led you to her tailoring workshop.

Fabrics, Hoshidan garments, mannequins... By the time you lost sight of Oboro while looking around, she had already changed into a kind of kimono, a more comfortable outfit, leaving her battle clothes behind.

"Let's see..." She rummaged through her pieces of clothing. "What size do you wear...? This garment is the same size as Hinata's... this one is my size, oh, this one is Mr. Takumi's size... I think this one is your size..."

A stark contrast in the material and appearance of the Hoshidan clothing she handed you was striking as you changed. Oboro began mending your clothes, and you could hear her complaining.

"Ugh... how can anyone wear this all day? It's so... rough, thick..." she remarked, unaware that Nohr's climate was colder due to its tundra-like environment. "Hey! How can you wear this all day? It's practically a crime against Hoshidan silk and fabrics!"

When you emerged from changing, you were wearing traditional Hoshido clothing. The soft fabric contrasted sharply with your thicker clothes. "Now that's a change. I wish I could erase your Nohrian features... but I can't fix your face..." she continued mending your garments.

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