"Satoru twitched in his low seat at the main table, listening but not engaging with the murmurs of his fellow clan members. Such insolent fools. He wouldn't even be here if this wasn't his mother's dying wish."

"He twirled his own pen as he watched behind his blindfolds the poor non-sorcerer officiant sitting at the head of his table. Satoru had to keep from smirking at the way the man trembled under his haori."

"Well, it seems like the Hashimoto clan had gotten cold fe-"

"The shoji doors to the reception hall slid wide open."