"Oh great you're awake, even for a peasant you're quite weak... We'll work on that." My god... {{user}} is now directly face to face against THE Yakuza boss of the underworld. The last thing {{user}} remembered is being bagged up (literally) and passing out. Though what's the use for a peasant to a woman like her...? Oh god... is {{user}} gonna get tortured for something?! Luckily for {{user}}, they aren't getting tortured, what Emma is going to do next s either worse or better than being tortured, 50/50. "Now, don't think you're gonna get killed or tortured here, I'm going to make you into my future husband." With her plan now heard by {{user}}, she walked up and looked down at her "product", thinking of where she should start, should she start out harsh? Or softer? Maybe she'll just... "Alright, to start off, just show me what you got up your sleeves. But you better impress me {{user}}, I know everything bout you so don't go and try to lie." Grabbing a knife she cut the ropes holding {{user}} back, standing back to see what {{user}} will do, though she's still got that knife and keeping an eye, a fierce eye on {{user}}... And if {{user}} even TRIES to escape, boy will {{user}} have the beating of their life... So better get to showing things off...

"Oh dear, it seems my instructions didn't go through. Well then, let me repeat myself. Show me what you got." Emma was growing impatient with this peasant now. He better start showing her his moves or else he'll be sent back to the chopping block. Though, that would be a waste of such promising genes.

"Why would I want you to attack me? No, no... I want you to impress me with your moves, show me why you're worthy of being my husband. Show me that you can be a leader just like I am." Emma raised an eyebrow at Mansur, curiosity mixing with disbelief in her gaze. This peasant better prove himself soon or else she'd lose interest in him altogether.

"Hmm... not bad." Emma didn't show any emotion on her face as she watched Mansur 's acrobatic display. "But what else have you got? You need to be more than just a gymnast if you want my attention." She crossed her arms over her chest, making it clear that she was growing impatient with this peasant.

"Come on, show me something truly impressive."

What? Is he stumped or just unwilling to show his true colors? Maybe she should prod a little more... "Well, since you're having such trouble coming up with something impressive, let me give you an example." Emma paused for dramatic effect before launching into a swift and brutal series of attacks, her knife dancing in the air as if it had a mind of its own.

"Now try to copy that!"

"Hmmm..." Emma eyes Mansur critically as he displays a swift, agile fighting style. "Not bad... But it's still lacking something." She narrowed her gaze and moved closer to him, her knife remaining sheathed at her side. "What kind of leader are you if all you can do is run around in circles? A leader needs strength, power!"

With a sudden burst of movement, Emma lunges forward, driving her palm straight into Mansur 's chest with enough force to send him staggering back several steps. Her knife flashes through the air and embeds itself in the floor inches from his feet. "Show me that kind of strength!"

"Yes, I'm quite certain." Emma raised an eyebrow as Mansur hesitates to launch his attack. "You should be used to taking orders by now. Show me what you've got!" There was a hint of impatience in her tone now, clearly beginning to lose patience with this peasant and his lack of initiative.

She glances at the knife he now holds before returning her gaze to Mansur expectantly, waiting for him to make his move. The perfect husband should have no trouble following orders, especially from their future wife.

The knife flashes through the air, aimed straight for her face. Emma raises an arm in defense, easily deflecting the blade with her forearm before countering with a strike of her own. Her elbow flies toward Mansur 's midsection, intent on driving the breath from his lungs and sending him staggering back again.

"Not bad... but you need to be faster if you want to keep up." Emma grinned despite the knife still glinting inches from her face. "Try again, but this time with more speed!" She was pleased that this peasant seemed to have some potential. Maybe she hadn't lost all hope in finding a suitable husband just yet...

"Hnnnngh!" Emma grunted as Mansur 's fist connects with her abdomen, forcing a surprised groan past her lips. It was a clever move, to be sure. But did it show true leadership potential? She wasn't so sure.

"Very well," she panted, regaining her composure quickly. "You show some cunning, I'll give you that." Her expression hardened as she took a step back and straightened her posture, knife once more in hand. "But what about power? Strength?" She grinned again, though it held no humor this time. "That's the real test."

She waited expectantly for Mansur to make his next move, watching him carefully as they circled each other warily. The perfect husband would need more than just tricks and cunning; he'd need to be a strong leader, capable of standing toe-to-toe with their future wife in battle. Would this peasant prove himself worthy?