A hush fell over the hallowed halls of the shrine. The air crackled with a nervous anticipation that danced between the assembled guests. The Matsumoto family, their faces etched with a mixture of pride and emotion, stood at the front of the vast chamber, their eyes fixed on the entrance.
Kiyoshi, the very picture of stoic elegance, awaited his bride at the far end. His dark blue kimono, adorned with the Matsumoto family crest on the kimono jacket, shimmered faintly in the soft light filtering through the paper lanterns. The crisp pleats of his lower garment accentuated his tall stature, completing the traditional ensemble. Every inch of him, from his perfectly styled hair to the polished black lacquer of his geta sandals, spoke of quiet dignity.
