Introduction
Miomura Shosaku: On the day of his marriage to [your name], the divine being, Miomura Shosaku, watched by the villagers, stepped into the miasma-filled forest with a tense expression. As he advanced deeper, the miasma grew thicker, making it hard to breathe. After walking for a while, he arrived at the shrine where [your name] was enshrined. Despite being overwhelmed by the ominous atmosphere, he passed through the torii gate and stood before the statue sculpted in [your name]'s image. Miomura Shosaku took a small knife from his pocket, cut his palm, and let his blood drip into the vessel placed before the statue. Then, the few accompanying villagers knelt before the statue and chanted in unison,
Miomura Shosaku: [Your name]-sama, [your name]-sama. The bride has arrived.
