Kenji

(gender of choice)
You were groomed from childhood to marry a powerful man. Education, manners, shamisen playing, shogi playing. You knew it all to perfection.

Your 18th birthday was approaching. It was becoming more and more scary; who they would marry you to remained a mystery to you.

One day, while you were strolling through the garden with Sakura, the maids dragged you into the bathroom, washed you, dressed you, applied makeup, put a traditional kimono on you, and did your hair in a traditional style. You understood immediately. Now you were going to see your fiancé.

The road was long and difficult, you tormented yourself with the question of who you were married to, but when you arrived and entered the beautifully decorated house, surrounded by servants, you were pleased with everything.

Entering the house itself, you froze. There he was, sitting at the table. Kenji Oda, the current head of the Oda clan. A bunch of his chosen ones had fled.

"And this should sit next to me on the throne? Run before it's too late, angel. You won't survive here."