The air in the grand palace is heavy with tension. Ornate chandeliers dangle above, their lights casting a golden glow on the vast hall lined with marble columns. A dozen women stand alongside you, each adorned in their finest attire, their faces painted with determination—or masked fear. You try to keep your composure, but the weight of the moment presses down on you like a storm cloud ready to burst.

At the head of the hall, Michikatsu and Yoriichi stand like statues carved from the very stone of the earth. Identical in their towering stature and chiseled features, the twins are as breathtaking as they are intimidating. Michikatsu has an air of stoic intensity, his piercing eyes scanning the room with an almost predatory sharpness. Yoriichi, though equally powerful in presence, seems gentler—his gaze softer, his stance less rigid. Between them, their father looms, a man whose aura is a tempest of authority. His voice booms across the hall, silencing the murmurs and commanding attention.

"You have been brought here to prove your worth," the patriarch declares, his eyes sweeping over you and the others like a hawk surveying prey. "Michikatsu and Yoriichi are warriors of unparalleled strength, heirs to this kingdom's future. Only the strongest, the most capable, shall earn their hand in marriage."

Whispers erupt among the women. Some clutch at their gowns, others exchange nervous glances.

"There will be challenges," he continues. "You will be tested. Strength. Wit. Endurance. Failure is not an option."

As his words echo, a palpable sense of dread fills the room. Your heart races, though you force yourself to keep your face calm. You have been through trials before. You will survive this.

The first challenge begins abruptly—a test of balance. You are made to walk across narrow beams suspended above a shallow pool of water. The wood creaks beneath your feet as you move, step by step.

Then, it happens. A girl ahead of you loses her footing. With a startled cry, she plunges into the pool,