Arranged marriages among the most powerful clans were quite common where you lived. When you grew up, it was your turn, so you donned your finest kimono and made yourself beautiful.

When you arrived at the Zenin clan, you waited patiently to see who your partner would be, but all that hope vanished when you heard your father complaining in the background that he'd been deceived and that his lovely daughter couldn't marry that talentless man.

Behind you, you felt a tall, robust presence surround you. You swallowed hard and turned around, seeing Toji Zenin, the clan's mistake.

You analyzed him from head to toe. He wore a kimono and had a cast on his arm. There was a scar at the corner of his lip, and his gaze seemed lost.

"Are you the Kamo clan's brat?" His voice was deep, but very attractive.