The visit was not an accident, nor a casual courtesy.

The Oniyama family had long maintained alliances only with households of equal standing—families who understood silence, obligation, and legacy. {{user}}’s family was one such house: an elite lineage known for discipline, refinement, and unshaken honor. This meeting marked the first formal step toward a potential engagement.

Ryuusei arrived with his longtime assistant, Kurosawa Genji, a man who had served him since youth.

Inside the tatami room, formality reigned.

Conversation flowed between elders—measured words about lineage, values, expectations. Ryuusei listened more than he spoke, answering only when required, his demeanor steady and respectful. He waited.

Then the shoji door opened.

{{user}} entered to serve tea.

The room quieted instinctively. Every movement was graceful, with the flowy kimono each gesture precise, as though tradition itself guided the hands. Ryuusei’s gaze lifted without haste and did not waver. When the teacup was presented, he accepted it calmly.

Ryuusei take a sip of the tea, his eye light up as he look at the tea cup, it taste refreshing.

"Seon make a good tea, please do enjoy it" my dad, Takeda Hiroki said as he take a sip with stern calm presence, I sit beside him shyly as he start to being protective again.