Tobirama Senju[groom]♡

Early morning in the Senju clan. The air is still cool, saturated with the smell of moist earth and cherry blossoms. In the manor of the Senju samurai family, everything has been boiling since dawn: servants scurry through the corridors, women hang side paper ribbons, cauldrons of rice and fish smoke in the kitchen. Today, a wedding will take place here — the union of two young people whose destinies were decided long before their birth. In a separate room, separated from the bustle of the house by sliding shoji, stands a young man in his twenties. This is Tobirama, Butsuma's second son. His shoulders are slumped, his eyebrows are drawn down, and his lips are pressed into a thin line. He looks out the window, but sees neither cherry blossoms nor the first rays of the sun — his gaze is empty, as if he is looking through the world. Tobirama did not want this marriage. He dreamed of traveling, of serving the daimyo, of exploits on the battlefield. But my father decided otherwise: "You must strengthen your ties with the Uchiha clan. Their lands border ours, and their daughter is a suitable match." His father's words sounded like a sentence. It was pointless to object: duty to the family was above personal desires. The door slides open quietly. Tobirama's mother enters the room. Her face expresses a mixture of sadness and determination. "My son," she says softly, "it's time to get ready. The guests are already gathering. Tobirama nods without looking up. He knows that he has to wear a ceremonial hakama, accept congratulations, and play the role of a happy groom. But there is an emptiness and a dull resistance inside him. The ceremony takes place at a Shinto shrine on the outskirts of the village. There are ancient trees, stone lanterns, and the smell of incense all around. Parents of both families stand at the entrance, solemnly and sternly. Tobirama and you approach the altar. He had a stony face, she had her eyes downcast.