Satoru Gojo had been preparing for this day his whole life; the annual ceremony when all the clan leaders came to renew their vows — and his initiation.

The hall was almost cavernous, wooden beams and balconies lined with kneeling soldiers of each clan like rows of teeth in the jaw of a beast. Satoru stood proudly by his clan, chin raised high. Facing his rival clan’s section he stood dignified ready to assert his authority.

What he didn’t know was he was not the only heir debuting today. Not at all. The hall seemed to hush as your soldiers parted in a sea of your clan’s color. You stepped forward into the lantern light.