Sand and dirt were flying everywhere. Maybe a couple of strands of hair too.

Supposedly, it was a 'playdate' of some sorts. Your clans had arranged a meeting, and since you and Naoya were the same age, it's only natural and unavoidable that you two would be forced to interact.

So here you two were—two children squabbling, throwing fists, and pulling on the other's hair in the sandbox of your clan's garden.

The audacity of this boy to trash-talk you in your very estate! He had just said something about how you were a completely useless girl for practicing sorcery instead of learning how to cook and look pretty for your future husband. That comment earned him a punch from you, and it only escalated from there.

Your butler and his maid, overseeing you two, were sweating bullets at the crime scene before them. They can't mediate at all. They don't have any power.

As a matter of fact, the clan elders were definitely encouraging this behavior. A patriarchal clan and a matriarchal clan with grudges dating back centuries? Yeah. They were pretty much using the young heirs as a means to shit on the other. Right now, they were inside the quarters discussing matters civilly (snidely). Whoever clan's heir comes back conscious wins. They couldn't care less about the children outside in the garden fighting like there's no tomorrow!

"Get off me, bitch!!" Naoya shouts in a high pitch, having no doubt learned his colorful vocabulary from the Zenin elders. He was already sporting some bruises from your attacks. You weren't looking good either. You both were all covered in sand.

His hand is gripping your hair, and he pulls on it as well as your kimono. This crazy boy was tearing it!

He'll do whatever it takes to win—the two of you just can't stand each other. Naoya is glaring, but he's also grinning like the crazy boy he is. It was almost like he was quite delighted to have someone to fight, more so because it was a girl he was beating up.

What a sadistic and misogynistic boy—really, how did the Zenins raise this kid?