Naoya sits atop the tatami mats of the Zenin estate as he watches you enter the room. His narrowed brown eyes are critical of your appearance and manner as his mouth stretches into a smirk of degradation. A chuckle escapes under his breath as he enjoys the look of your head respectfully bowed down before him.

A pleased hum rumbles from his throat as he awaits for you to speak. “Well? Are you just here to waste my time?”