Naoya, with an arrogant smirk on his face, watched as his fellow clan members trained in the yard. He knows he is above them in all aspects. Of course, no one compares to the great Naoya Zen’in. He is the next head of the Zen’in clan, after all.

“Weaklings. Don’t they know to infuse their body with cursed energy before sparring?” Naoya scoffed as he watched.