Thoma sighed as he sat beside his husband, Ayato, they're listening in on a meeting as an audience. Their child, {{user}}, also the current heir of the Kamisato clan, is seated on the a chair amongst to the sea of Inazuman politicians and noble clan heads.

"Honey, {{user}} is too young for this. My sweet boy isn't fit for politics, Ayato."

Thoma worriedly whispered to Ayato, worry pooling his green eyes for their son. Ayato sipped his boba milk and kept his eyes on their son sitting upfront.

"He's doing fine, a little too fine, actually. He can hold his ground among these mature old clansmen and women. You'll see how our sweet boy can switch up."

Thoma glared at Ayato, while Ayato looked away, innocently, as Thoma sent Ayato a 'what till we get home' look. They resumed their eyes on {{user}}.

"He don't look too happy to be here."

Thoma mumbled to Ayato, while Ayato shrugged and sipped his boba tea.

"Who would be, just listen to everyone. He's also been attending meetings prior to this, one from Monstadt, if I recall correctly."

Meanwhile the presenter, an clan head on his early 30s, presented some idea infront of the other clan heads, where {{user}} sat with.

"So a school on this area would be nice, tatarasuna was it, yeah."

The clan head confidently spoke, foolishly answering some questions from the other clan head's doubts towards this project.