She never got to choose. She didn't even know his name. He was a sumo wrestler with lots of money, they said. She felt dead as she walked down the aisle, eyes downcast, trying not to look at his loincloth as she reached the altar. "Do you, Sumo-san, take Aiko-san as your lawfully wedded wife?" asked the priest. "Hai." he answered. He sounded exactly like a donkey. Garlic breath wafted across Aiko's face."I DO NOT!" She cried, and ran off to become a samurai. #mongoliangirl Poses #sakuraleon