Ceremony

Ron exhaled nervously as he glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing a white and silver robe and he looked quite uncomfortable in it.

"Y o u... l o o k... h a n d s o m e... i n... i t."

San tried to encourage him as she also struggled with her clothing.

Why it seems so heavy when others carry it?

May be it was only suitable for God and goddess and not people like them.

"I ... a m...s c a r e d." Ron sighed while San laughed loudly.

"S c a r e d... f r o m... w h a t?"

"Y o u... k n o w... t h e... c e r e m o n y... a c t u a l l y... l a s t s... f o r... s e v e n t y... d a y s."

Ron told her while San was stunned at her place. She shook her head but Ron nodded telling her that what she just heard was the truth.

"I... d o... n o t... h a v e... t h a t... m u c h... c l o t h e s."

She looked horrified while Ron wanted to kill her right now. At the same time, the door opened and a man entered inside.