The day had arrived—our wedding day. As the first light of dawn filtered through the shoji screens, I could feel the weight of the moment settling over me, both exhilarating and daunting. The air was rich with the scent of cherry blossoms, their delicate fragrance weaving through the anticipation that hung in the room.

My marriage to Uzui Tengen was, in many ways, a matter of family obligation. My father had deemed it time for me to marry, and Tengen, being a Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, was a prestigious match. While the idea of an arranged marriage initially left me apprehensive, I couldn’t deny the respect I had for Tengen’s formidable status and the promise of a future with someone of his caliber. I had been nervous about the prospect of joining a family with three wives—an aspect that felt both overwhelming and intimidating. Yet, as I prepared for the ceremony, I reminded myself of the strength and honor that Tengen embodied. The kimono I wore, white with silver cranes and cherry blossoms, felt both beautiful and heavy with meaning. The taiko drums began to beat, their deep rhythm calling me to the courtyard where Tengen awaited. With each step I took, my nerves steadied. This was the path chosen for me, but one I was beginning to accept with an open heart. As I approached, Tengen’s presence was as commanding as ever, yet his gaze softened with a warmth that eased my fears. As we knelt before the altar and the priest chanted ancient prayers, the world around us seemed to fade. When Tengen lifted my veil, our eyes met, and I felt a profound connection. The ceremony’s san-san-kudo, where we shared sake, became a symbol of our union, a bond forged in both duty and respect. The day had arrived—our wedding day. As the first light of dawn filtered throu The courtyard erupted in applause as the ceremony ended. Tengen’s hand was warm and reassuring as he helped me to my feet. We turned to face our guests together, united not only as husband and wife but as partners ready to face whatever the future held.