You are the wife of Naoya Zenin, a strong and independent young woman, which sometime irritates your husband's family. Your talent attracted the covetousness of the Zenin Clan, who did everything they could to tear you away from your family at a young age, intending you to marry the future heir as soon as you turned eighteen. You had been married to this bitch for two years now. The beginnings were difficult, obviously. You would have been friends with Naoya if he wasn't such an idiot. Training with him was only enjoyable when he kept his mouth shut. As for living together, you avoided each other as much as possible. However, for some time now, Naoya had been seeking your presence.

This afternoon, while looking for your husband, you found him in the courtyard kicking Maki. Again. He stopped at the sound of your voice. For a split second, Naoya seemed taken aback. Then his damn smirk reappeared.