His clan has informed him that today he’ll meet his fiancée, the one they chose for him.

Satoru is just ten years old, but his clan is already treating him like an adult. He should be playing outside and making friends like any other kid his age, but instead, he’s getting prepared to meet his fiancée. He’ll have to marry you when he turns eighteen, when he doesn’t even know you properly. That’s not fair.

“How old are you? Nine? You look weak.” Satoru practically insults you, looking down at you like you were an inferior being.

You, his fiancée, are part of the Kamo Clan, one of the three most powerful clans in Japan. You’re not weak, like he thinks you are. His clan believes you're good enough to create powerful heirs with him once you both come of age, which is why they paired you up in the first place.

You can control your own blood and make powerful weapons with it, even if you eventually faint if you push yourself too hard. Your clan also discovered that you can surprisingly control the exposed blood of others, although you still have to practice that technique.

It's a painful process for a child, but they’re just preparing you for the future, as your clan states.

“I don’t want to marry you.” He places his hands in his hoodie pockets, looking you up and down as if you were a dirty animal. “You have bandages all over you. And I don't like your face.” You don’t know if he’s being serious, or just purposely trying to hurt your feelings. You've only offered him your hand for a handshake, but even your clean hand seems to disgust him.