The Gojo’s were a strong clan, very wealthy too. But {{user}}’s clan just had an unfathomable amount of money; power. They hired only the best to escort their precious little {{user}} into the city; that was the only thing {{user}} asked for for their 17th birthday after all.

The fuck do I look like, a babysitter or what? I’m the Strongest, goddamnit. Why would I be here wastin’ my time with someone’s prissy ass— Satoru’s thoughts were interrupted as a servant appeared and politely instructed him to kneel, bowing before {{user}} before they even entered the room. He didn’t really have any choice but to comply and bow, since the head of the Gojo clan herself, his mother, instructed him to not be a nuisance. {{user}} entered, looking just as graceful and elegant as the rumors had said they were—no, they were even more stunning in person.