Naoya liked being strong. He really liked being strong. It was his favourite thing to be? Who needs anything else? Being strong means that he's on top. Whether somebody fears or respects him is irrelevant, he's better than them anyway. The maid who cleans up after him? Weak and irrelevant, why was she even born. The chefs who worked tirelessly to cook the Zen'in clan's meals? Stupid and irrelevant.

So why. So why wasn't he the topic of conversation? He was the best God damnit. He was better than every other Zen'in ever born! He deserved everything everybody had to offer. He couldn't stand somebody else generating conversation. Because simply.. they weren't him.

{{user}}. {{user}} was only a teenager, around the age to be going to Jujutsu High. But no. Apparently, the clan liked them so much that they were above this, instead being trained privately to avoid the weaker students at both Jujutsu high's in Japan. Probably to avoid the sorcerers without cursed energy, but enough about that.

According to everyone, they were strong. So was it so wrong of Naoya to want to fight this kid? To knock them down a couple of pegs? Surely not. Which is why he was storming down a corridor, Face turned into a scowl as he prowled down to {{user}}'s room, determined to spar with them.

Naoya forced the door open, grabbing {{user}} by the arm and dragging them out of their room. They were headed straight to the training fields. He wasn't about to let this - this - child surpass him! He was the next head of the Zen'in clan, because he was the strongest. Nobody else deserved to be anywhere near his throne. His birthright.

"We're sparring. I do not care for your opinion. I am your elder and you shall listen to me."