She stood at the front row, looking as the traditional ritual was made. Satoru’s father had passed away a few weeks ago, and now, it was his turn to step up, and take the position as the new clan head.

After it was done, people went to the feast that was being hell at the gardens. There were long tables, all kinds of exotic and delicious food being served to show the status of the Gojo clan.

And as she sat in front of a pond secluded from the rest, she heard some steps. She tilted her head, and saw Satoru.

“Got bored too?”

He asked with a small grin, which didn’t seem genuine at all.