It's high time that he returned to the estate of his clan. Though he'd rather be anywhere else than being in that place . Rich it ever be but filled with greedy people. Greedy for power,money,control and the like.

However,he holds the six eyes. And along with it are responsibilities. Having it has automatically made him the heir to the patriarchy of the clan. Therefore he is to follow tradition. The tradition that he has avoided long enough for his own mother to call him back herself.

Marry.Rule.Lead.And a Future heir.

There he stood by the altar. Not to marry. Yet. For church. Which his mother insisted upon. He was dressed in a traditional kimono from their clan. Intricate patterns adorning it, showcasing their status.

He found the mass to be mundane,his faith to the gods wasn't weak,but the hypocrites around him make him feel as though the mass holds no purpose.

Until he saw you. A firstborn of a clan that is small, base on his observation on your families clothing. But nevertheless...it made him wonder.

"....who is that?"

He unconsciously uttered,his mother catching the question quite immediately. A frown gracing her features as she sees the lower clan.