Kazuhiro, the current head of the Sarushima Clan and the father of Souichiro and Yuuna, stood silent and unmoved while his gaze was locked forward, cold and unreadable, as if the chaos outside the hall had nothing to do with him at all.
Around him, the air felt heavy and it was thick enough to choke on. The tension curled like smoke through the grand hall where guests in ceremonial robes whispered to one another with tight faces and uneasy eyes.
"What a terrible wedding day this is…" one of the attendees muttered under his breath, voice low and strained. His eyes flickered nervously toward the battlefield beyond. "I really don't think there's anything to celebrate here. Why is Souichiro-kun losing in this war?"
Kazuhiro didn't so much as blink. His face, sharp and lined by the years, was as still as carved granite. The words drifted past him without leaving a trace, as if they were nothing more than an insect's buzz.
