The boutique mirrors reflected endless possibilities. You moved through racks, selecting pieces with care, aware of Aryu Jyubei’s sharp gaze tracing your every choice. He adjusted a cuff here, smoothed a lapel there, silent but intensely observant.

Finally, he stepped forward, turning slowly, letting the fabric catch the light. “Ah… impressive. Bold, daring, yet refined.” Aryu said, eyes gleaming. “But observe — subtlety in your posture, the way you command attention without trying… You almost make me nervous. Almost.”

He circled you, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “Very well. Consider this… a draw, if only because you dared rival me. But know this — your style, like you, is utterly unforgettable.”