The Butterfly Effect

Chapter 4

September 28th 9: 59 AM

Inside the Gojo Estate manor

"So your family knows about your plan, right?"

"No"

"But once they do hear it you know that they will listen to you?"

"Something like that"

"..."

That was about how conversation went between Yuuta Okkotsu and Satoru Gojo as they waited inside his own personal office, which was located within his own private quarters.

It was different from the one at school; way bigger with more open space, and more sunlight coming in from the many windows that decorated the walls. Normally the occupants of the room would be seated on the floor in a formal manner when greeting the clan head. Gojo stood dressed in pristine blue robes, Yuuta's top was clothed in a snow white while his lower half was covered in robes the same color as his teacher. As they waited for the clock to strike upon 10:10. Once that time came the members of the Gojo clan would all file into their meeting room. Gojo said that those meeting chambers could be found in all 3 big clans. Apparently the rooms were made with countless seals and vows embedded in the walls, these sacred agreements had been made across generations with the sole purpose of protecting the clan's deepest secrets.

According to Gojo; "Inside the walls of the chamber you are compelled to speak your heart".

Very ominous to say the least.

Yuuta suspected a cursed technique was imbued within each seal that hung from the ceiling of the room. Just like the execution room back in jujutsu high, but those were probably made to fortify the room in case an execution went wrong and the captive had to be imprisoned. In this case some unknown cursed technique affected how people spoke inside its vicinity.

"So when we go in there we will be compelled to share our deepest secrets?" Yuuta asked in equal parts, curious and anxious.

"No it doesn't work like that. The technique imbued only makes you say exactly what your heart feels. For example, if I was asked what my favorite soda is and everyone else in the room liked a different kind then me I would still give my usual answer because that's why my heart feels."

"Wait, but if someone asked you if they have ever committed a crime would they absolutely tell the truth?"

"Welllll it's tough to say, if you felt guilty about it and deep down wanted to admit it then yes. On the other hand if you didn't feel any shame or remorse you could probably resist the technique and respond with a 'no'". Gojo then took a deep breath in, "It's not a place meant for interrogation, it's a place where significant discussion happens, most of the time people beat around the bush, pick and choose the prettiest words to say so that they appeal to others"

"But in the meeting chambers everyone will say exactly what they mean. Is that the idea?" Yuuta responded, now having figured it out.

"Yep". Gojo peered up at the clock to see it displaying '10:08'.

"Alright Yuuta let's get going, it wouldn't look good if the clan head was late to his own meeting"

"I bet you're always late to these things" Yuuta said in a deadpanned voice.

"Every single time" Gojo said with a large smirk.

They walked though largely empty halls, Yuuta tried not to be distracted by their elegant design and how beautiful the gardens and shrubbery was when it was observable. He figured there would be more people moving towards this meeting hall, a look towards Gojo showed that he expected the same.

"Looks like everyone wanted to get the best seats possible, seems like they were all lined up waiting for it to start" Gojo said with a chuckle.

"Do these types of things usually get this much reaction?" Yuuta questioned.

"Oh no, not by a long shot. However when the strongest is making his first call for a clan meeting it probably would get a bigger audience"

'This was his first time calling for one of these gatherings?', Yuuta supposed he shouldn't be surprised. Gojo didn't seem like the type of person to be into these elitist cult meetings anyhow.

When they approached the door Yuuta saw two large men dressed in different robes then he had seen on any of the other members he had seen today; they had on patched robes top to bottom. Gojo, noticing his student's observation, leaned down to him and whispered.

"Those guys are not a part of the clan, they are sorcerers that are like guards sort of. They are probably grade 2 or semi grade 1 at the highest but since they don't have any relation to the clan and by proxy no higher status they were clothes that portray this fact"

That was interesting. Gojo briefly talked about the significance in the coloring of the robes that each of the clan members wore. Each clan used different colors to display power but in the Gojo clan it was; Blue, white, gray, brown. The lowest color was a constant amongst all clans to depict the who was at the bottom of the totem pole; the clan servants.

Yuuta had yet to see anyone dressed in brown in the hour and a half he had been on the clan premise which caused him to ask his teacher about it. "Huh, Those guys get Fridays off". A very puzzling response that baffled Yuuta. According to Gojo it was one of his first decisions as clan head to let the servants get the Friday of every week off, and he only made this decision to piss off his family. Gojo also said they also got paid for their work which made Yuuta a lot more comfortable.

The two special grade sorcerers came to a stop in front of the two guards which stood between them and doors to the meeting chambers. Yuuta was confused why they had stopped but quickly discarded the thought when the two sorcerers stepped aside without a word, quickly offering a respectful bow before opening the doors themselves.

Gojo and his pupil walked inside, Yuuta took in the colossal room; the room was wide with 3 long rows of wooden tables lowered to the floor. Yuuta could see the rows seemed to be color coded as well. The furthest back held mostly those clothed in gray with the occasional mix between gray and white, the middle row was completely filled out in perfect white, not a single trace of gray. And then there was the first row which contained by far the least people but every single one of them wore all blue robes, but they were a different shade then Gojo's, the robes those members wore were lighter in color while Gojo's was a deep royal blue.

It made Yuuta look down at his own attire and compare it to everyone else's, his top was akin to the middle but his bottom half was a blue like that of Gojo's. He had no idea what that combination of color signified but it definitely conveyed some level of status, which was odd when Yuuta reflected on it because technically speaking he was not a member of this clan.

"Sensei" Yuuta whispered upwards at Gojo, "where do we sit?"

"We sit right there" Gojo stated as he nodded towards a smaller wooden table which was separated from the 3 other rows and faced them. It was a far smaller table in comparison to the others, could probably only seat 5 people, but if Yuuta had to guess it was likely a table only reserved for the head of the clan.

So why was he to sit there as well?

When he did finally take their own seat at the front of the room, Yuuta realized the looks he was receiving. They were all from people he had never met or seen before but he knew the look on their faces. Judgment, Envy, disgust, Rage. All of them are likely asking the same question; 'why was this kid seated next to Satoru Gojo'.

"Well I'm glad you all could make it, it means so much that precious family was so concerned for me that they waited for an extra 20 minutes for my presence" Gojo said in his usual tone, yet it was obvious everyone everyone paid absolute attention to every word he spoke, not missing a single syllable.

"I called this meeting because I have a very important announcement to make. Due to recent developments in regard to our own future in the world of Jujutsu I have made a decision that hasn't been made since the final generation of the Fujiwara Clan; I am naming someone other than my own offspring as my heir"

Like gasoline to a fire, the room erupted.

"WHAT ON EARTH!"

"HOW COULD YOU MAKE SUCH A RASH DECISION?"

"DO YOU NOT CARE TO STRENGTHEN THE CLAN WITH YOUR OWN OFFSPRINGS?"

So many yells and hollers echoed throughout the room, Yuuta was astonished. He expected this to be a more civil discussion, Instead the room was engulfed in chaotic chatter and disgruntled screams.

"Hold on you all, I haven't even said who I was naming as my successor" Gojo said laughing lightheartedly. Somehow over the pandemonium that filled the room his voice reached everyone's ear. Immediate silence was the result. Every single clan member is waiting for their figurehead to give the name.

"It's this guy right here" Gojo exclaimed in a perfectly calm voice, as if he didn't just cast the glares of his family directly at his own pupil.

Of course the room then went back to its previous state, if not severely worse.

"WHO THE HELL IS THIS BRAT, I HAVE NEVER EVEN SEEN HIS FACE IN MY LIFE!"

"THIS BOY IS CERTAINLY NOT A GOJO, HOW CAN YOU DISGRACE US BY BRINGING IN AN OUTSIDER?!"

"YOU MUST RECONSIDER SATORU!"

Yuuta couldn't keep track of everyone's voice. It was too much. Gojo had said his clan would be persuaded into agreeing with his decisions. At the moment he wasn't making a very good pitch.

"Can everyone please be quiet" The clan head asked in a displeased voice.

"..."

Yuuta would laugh out loud at how fast the crowd could switch from one mood to another, if he wasn't the one they were all throwing their murderous eyes at.

"This boy right here, he is special grade sorcerer Yuuta Okkotsu"

Shocked gasps could be heard, murmurs coursing through the audience as the clan members turned toward each other to whisper amongst themselves.

Yuuta wasn't the type to sing his own praises, he really didn't care for the attention and admiration he received from professional sorcerers. But there was no way that the Gojo clan was unaware of who he was, hell they should've been able to feel his cursed energy for the past 2 hours. Though Gojo might have made it harder to notice with his own distinct "aura" in the area as well. There was a common saying amongst sorcerers; 'special grades shape the world'. There were only so many with power and talent that could achieve this rank every hundred years or so, those who did have this strength had the influence to change jujutsu society. So Yuuta couldn't really fathom their awe at his existence. Every sorcerer should know who he is.

'Compared to me my family is quite...unremarkable'

"Is this true, boy?" an old man is the first row asked as his aged gaze met Yuuta's youthful one.

"Yes"

A different voice then came, it sounded as if it came from the very back. "Satoru, regardless of this boy's strength you cannot just claim an outsider to be the heir. He may have power but he does not have status."

"I agree, we cannot have a brutish child with no concept of class or nobility act as the heir to our clan"

"Agreed"

"Absolutely"

Lacking in class? 'The irony'.

Gojo also found this amusing, stifling some giggles, as he cleared his voice again in preparation for his next statement.

"Okkotsu is a descendant of Sugawara Michizane, the same as me. I am not naming him the heir simply off whim. We need him."

"This is only because of those blasted Zen'in, the scum of sorcery those lot are. Using this distant relation to allow him into the clan may bolster our power and influence, if that is the case I have no issue with him assimilating into our clan" A middle aged man seated in the middle row who had been talking paused, his eyes closing and face pinching before returning to its original form and stating "but naming him heir is another matter entirely, he will muddle our bloodline forever. We could even lose six eyes."

At the mention of the six eyes possibly losing its place inside the family lineage the room again fell into outrage.

However, Gojo was not having it this time and shut it down.

"May I remind you who our rivals are? The Zen'in possess a vast and expansive quantity of cursed techniques in their blood. Every generation that passed that number is only multiplied. Meanwhile in our clan we have me." Gojo's tone serious as ever he moved forward "Next week we may be voted out of the 3 great families altogether unless we make a desperate move, so unless you all wish to lose your riches you will accept this decision"

His voice was decisive and all powerful, leaving no room for argument. The Jujutsu high teacher then turned to Yuuta, as if expecting him to say something. His pupil's eyes went wide, clearly not expecting to have to make any important statements. Nevertheless Yuuta swallowed thickly and prepared to speak.

"I may not have the elegance of nobility, I am unfamiliar with the weight being named heir will bring. But I offer my strength and my resolve to the Gojo clan in hopes of making up for this. I will make this clan stronger, this I swear upon my soul"

Yuuta hoped he made a good impression, looking at all the faces he had spoken too, trying to calculate their reaction.

One voice then spoke up in the very back, A very old woman, likely in her sixties. She was dressed in all gray, but her tone was deadly and wicked strong.

"Do you hate the Zen'in, Boy?"

Doubt crept its way into Gojo's features, this wasn't a question he wanted Yuuta to try answering. They had been in this meeting long enough and it seemed that everything Gojo had wanted to achieve had been achieved; Yuuta was going to be the uncontested heir with little fuss from his family. Before Gojo could make a move to sway the conversation to a different topic or try and conclude the meeting, Yuuta gave his answer as casually as Gojo had ever heard him.

"Yes. With all my heart"

…

11:27 AM

"That was good in there Yuuta, I'm proud of you"

"Thank you sensei, but I really didn't have any idea what was going to come out of my mouth. I guess I should count myself lucky that the room did have a curse technique imbued in it hehe" Yuuta offered back with a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck in half embarrassment.

They were back on the campus of Jujutsu high. Both of them now in their usual sorcerer attires. The ride back was mostly silent, Yuuta had just decided to go against the window and take a nap; he had not gotten much sleep the night before. Which Gojo to joke around and tease Ichiji.

"Gojo do you honestly believe naming me heir will change anything? To the Jujutsu elites what is the difference between a one man army and a two man army? They both show the clan is mostly weak regardless."

Gojo, now blindfolded, turned to take in Yuuta's puzzled look. A grin then crept onto his face, "I honestly don't know if it will change anything in that respect but what I am confident in is that the circumstances of next week's vote will change."

"Why"

"I may have another trick up my sleeve"

12:51 PM

Elsewhere…

"Nanamiiiiiii, there has to be something to do. At least let me go get something to eat, I'm starving" Came the boyish voice of a recently deceased teenager.

"You can wait for another hour, Itadori" The austere voice of professional sorcerer Nanami Kento expressed.

Being the annoying man child that he was, Satoru Gojo blessed Nanami with watching over Yuuji Itadori and his development in sorcery. While Yuuji was very cheerful and endearing, Nanami did have a limit when it came to Teenage antics.

For the past Month Yuuji Itadori had been honing his skills, refining his cursed energy control. Since his encounter with that despicable curse Mahito he was dead set on becoming a true sorcerer, like Nanami and Gojo. His weakness almost cost Fushiguro and Kugisaki their lives many weeks ago, he thought his brief training in channeling his cursed energy would help make a substantial change but in the end he was just as helpless when he tried to help Junpei. No use in thinking about that though, he needed to look forward so that his death wouldn't be in vain, so that he could atone for his failure by dying along with the king of curses.

"I wonder what Fushiguro and Kugisaki are up to right now"

"Probably out exercising curses or preparing for the goodwill event" Nanami answered Itadori's question impassively. Yuuji really could show his age and immaturity at times, the professional sorcerer was surprised he had never heard the kid ask him 'are we there yet?' but Nanami couldn't help but to put up with him. The next generation needed all the help they could get. He wouldn't let Yuuji be thrown into the hell that was this profession without proper tutelage.

"Yeah you're probably right. I'm just so excited for the event, I'll be able to see them again and we will finally get the chance to be a team. And just like Gojo said I'll start learning Sukuna's techniques and ill be able to use cool jujutsu"

What idea had Satoru been putting in his mind? Yuuji could be far too naive at times. It worried Nanami a bit about what might happen to Itadori's resolve if he had to see a close friend's corpse lying still in front of him, unrecognizable and mangled from a terrible curse. This line of duty was not for the faint of heart and it demanded extreme mental toughness and for someone to be a little crazy.

But Nanami's warnings couldn't get past Itadori and his smile. Nanami wasn't even sure he wanted to take that cheer away from him. Yuuji was only 15, it was far too soon for him to lose his childhood, but how was he going to be ready for the cruel life of a sorcerer? It's far easier to die yourself than to watch helplessly as the ones closest to you do.

Nanami looked at his wrist, checking his watch. Time definitely seemed to be going extra slow. "Itadori, let's go and get something to eat. I think I've gotten a little bored myself"

"Yesssssssss"

Yuuji leapt into the air in barely contained elation, clearly overjoyed.

4:22 PM

Tokyo Jujutsu High School

This was the worst.

This was the worst possible timeline and she was living in it.

A strong groan reverberated throughout the room of Maki Zen'in, trying to settle herself and her very stressed mind.

She had an hour left until she had to revisit the past she tried to leave behind, yet has had no luck in doing so. She wasn't afraid of returning to the compound, she definitely wasn't afraid of the gross and disgusting people that inhabited it, they were all simply pathetic to her. Maki couldn't allow herself to be set back after she had come so far. It would only please the Zen'in to know they had such a chokehold on her thoughts, she couldn't let one night deter her.

One night. More like an evening basically. This was a stepping stone for her. An opportunity to demonstrate how little she needed the intrusion of her extended family in her life. The only member of that clan she needed was Mai.

No Matter how annoying her twin sister was, no matter how Mai may hate her now, she would never abandon her sibling. Although Mai had entered into Jujutsu the same as her, in Kyoto, she probably had to keep in close contact with the clan. The Zen'in may not have been happy to see Maki herself leave but she was only a monkey. Mai had an innate technique that the clan would wish to keep to itself. Maki didn't want to think of the horrible future that could be at stake for her precious sister. The women the Zen'in used to procreate with hardly ever had any sorcerer talent, this meant the men never had any care, respect, or love for their spouses. The women were only seen as tools, a way of passing on one generation of Jujutsu prowess onto the next.

'I'll change things Mai, I won't let you rot there when I know you hate it too'

As Maki got up from her bed she looked into her closet. She eyed the white and purple kimono, gritting her teeth with a fierce look pitched towards the clothing.

The clothing was simple, one color covering each half of the body. All the clans followed that pattern. The Zen'in were a proud clan, their most valued members would be given exquisite robes that depicted their higher class and status. That said status was all relative to power and affinity with Jujutsu, the darker your own robes were the closer you were to the darkness, or cursed energy. The highest up the ladder could hold intricate designs and features on their own robes. Being clothed all in blank featureless white only was a way of showing that your status was only as a result of your blood and lacked any power whatsoever. It was reserved for all those amongst the family who held no potential.

However the women would always, without fail, wear purple. You would think that would also mean something significant as well, that it would have a message underneath the shade and color of a piece of cloth.

It didn't. To the Zen'in the color purple meant nothing. It was simply a color that happened to be chosen a thousand years ago. Nothing more and nothing less.

And now here she was, eyeing the same damned robes that made her stomach churn.

Maki didn't really care about how she presented herself. She never quite got the appeal of overly formal clothing. She could easily handle a simple button up top, but vastly preferred the more casual clothing. To her it looked better and felt better. After 15 years of being restricted to a set outfit, she would gladly indulge in the casual apparel that her family looked down upon. It just happened to be that Hoodies, t-shirts, skirts, and leg warmers were right up her alley anyway.

Now her apathy towards clothing of a more formal nature was coming back to haunt her. All she had to wear was the glorified white trash bag, and wearing that infront of all of them would be like admitting defeat, submitting to their opinion of her. But it was what she had left to wear that would fit the occasion. If she wore a simple plain white shirt, black jeans, and a comfy green jacket - it might be cold - what kind of message would that send to her family?

'Huh, good question'

5:16 PM

Outside the Zen'in compound

Maki really owed Ichiji one for taking her. Hell, the school probably owed him a massive raise for basically being an uber for sorcerers.

'He must drive a ton' Maki thought, a little guiltily since she had contributed to that misfortune a number of times herself.

Maki walked slowly along the wide stone path that led to the entrance of clan grounds. She put in extra effort to distract herself from the memories that tried to breach her thoughts.

When she finally did make it to the entrance she was welcomed warmly by eight soldiers of the Kukuru unit. Apparently she looked like an intruder.

"Lady, I'm going to have to ask you to remove yourself from these premises immediately." One of them said to her in a harsh blunt bark.

"I'm supposed to be here alright damnit, I wouldn't be here if I had a choice" Maki shot back at him, her fuse was definitely shorter than usual just by being here.

"What? What's your name, woman?"

"Maki"

"..."

"Maki Zen'in aright, get someone up here and they'll confirm it for you"

Her full name always felt like acid on her tongue, if she said it enough she would probably burn it.

"That won't be necessary, we were told to look out for you. You may enter, the rest of your family waits in the dining hall, though some are preoccupied with other 'activities'"

Maki just responded with a light nod, not bothering to speak another word to any of the soldiers.

When she made her way into the area constituting the estate of the clan she noticed the incredible amount of security that was being enforced. She remembered there being nights where the Hei and Kukuru moved around occasionally during the night, usually when there were threats of assassination. Though those events were very few and far between and paled in comparison to the effort being exerted at the moment. Everywhere she looked she saw Hei roaming. This really had to be a serious matter for this to happen.

Maki closed in on the main compound, entering through an open corridor she knew led to the dinning hall. As she walked through the walls of the structure she encountered people she knew she had seen before but couldn't bother to try and remember. Some clan members were opting to wait outside the dining hall until the meeting was to take place. As she passed them they all made audible gasps as they saw the outfit she had chosen to wear to this serious gathering. She didn't have that patience to respond to any of their reactions though and she wanted to try and choose which seat she got at the table out of the few that were probably still available.

Maki could hear the murmurs and chit chat of her family through the sliding door that blocked her from entering the room.

She took a deep breath in, her heart beat had been rising steadily for the past minute, it was now beating thunderously in her chest. She swallowed thickly.

'Pull it together Maki, you separated yourself from these people, they cant hold you back'

She slid the door open.

The whole room went quiet.

Whatever nervous feeling Maki had prior vanished and was replaced with joy as she saw the collective shock on all the faces of her relatives. Her Cousins, aunts, uncles all looked absolutely stupefied. They looked baffled, absolutely appalled. She had for sure made the right choice earlier, just seeing that stupid look on their faces was forcing her to choke back a laugh. Her night just got a hundred percent better, maybe this wouldn't-

"What are you smiling about Maki?"

'No. Not him'

"I was just in the pleasure hall, enjoying some entertainment. Honestly the way you're dressed you would fit right in"

'God anyone but him'

"I mean look at you, dressed like uncivilized trash. This is what has become of you without the guidance of true man." came the loud, obnoxious, narcissistic, egotistical voice of one Naoya Zen'in. Dressed in gray and black robes.

"Wasn't smiling at anything, just saw something funny" Maki bit out, moving her legs so that she could take a seat. Once she was able to finally find a proper area to sit she shifted her focus to the rest of the room trying to locate where Mai may be.

However, it seemed Naoya was not interested in letting Maki off easy. He always found pleasure in her suffering, and embarrassing her in front of everyone was an easy way to please himself.

"Your body has definitely matured a lot in the past year and half, I could not help but notice your upper half becoming more buxom itself as well"

Gross. She hated this man so much, every element she hated about this clan was present in him.

When Maki again didn't grace the older Zen'in with the reaction he so desperately wanted from her he pushed harder.

"Giving me the cold shoulder? My father will not make his appearance for another 10 minutes or so, and we have all this time to catch up."

The whole room watched this one-sided conversation unfold, she shouldn't be surprised of course. Everyone here was cut from the same cloth and raised the same way. Maki wanted so dearly to tell Naoya to go fuck himself but she knew it would only escalate the situation further, she settled for telling him to "Piss Off", but this only seemed to encourage Naoya.

"You always did have an attitude unbefitting of a woman. You will never find any man willing to accept you if you keep displaying your ugly soul to him. You will probably have to settle for being a whore since no self respecting man would ever wish to deal with your horrible personality. The least you can do is use that body of yours."

Maki tried desperately to ignore his words, but her pride would not allow this to continue on. "Last I heard Naoya, you're almost 30 years old with no lover to speak of. You naturally send all the women you look at away".

"Except your sister of course"

This Bastard. Maki wanted to wrap her hands around his throat and strangle him. Watch the life leave his eyes as he kicked and screamed like the pathetic creature she knew he was on the inside.

'Where is Mai?' her mind asked again.

Maki looked around the table, at every single person seated at the table but she couldn't find her. But she was able to find the hard, steel eyes of her father and mother all the way towards the opposite ends of the table. Clearly they were not pleased with their daughter, but it's not like Maki gave a shit what either of them thought of her.

Thankfully the subject of her growing anxiety soon entered the room herself. Of course clothed in the same apparel she had rejected earlier, Mai briefly turned her way to look at her. Maki could see the faint upturn of her lips into a smile as Mai saw how she was dressed. Her sister walked down to an open seat directly next to their mother, unbothered by anyone. It seemed like Naoya was losing interest in annoying Maki as well, it probably had more to do with his own annoyance at his father.

It took another 15 minutes before the head of the Zen'in clan entered the hall where the rest of his kin were. Naobito Zen'in was a usually drunk old man, you could almost always bet on finding him with alcohol. Now though, he looked very sober.

"My dear family, I am so glad you all could return to our estate and take a short intermission from the usual rituals of your day. I assure you though, tonight's occasion provides us an opportunity even our ancestors couldn't take advantage of" The old raspy voice boomed. For someone who was up there in age, his voice still held a decent amount of authority.

"10 years ago a horrible mistake occurred, one that will be rectified tonight. For tonight we welcome a new name into our compound. I ask you to treat our guests with immense kindness. Have no worries, we will get down to the important details of eliminating the Gojo, but before that…"

Naobtio halted his grand speech, turning to face the door he had entered a couple minutes ago, still standing relatively close, like he was waiting for someone. And indeed there was someone outside the door, their shadow clearly visible.

Maki couldn't believe her eyes. 'What the fuck', she had almost said aloud.

"Everyone, I'd like you all to meet a first year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High…"

What the hell was going on? Was this Gojo's idea?

"And a man I have very high hopes for…"

None of this made any sense.

"Megumi Fushiguro-Zen'in"

There he stood. Wearing dark gray and black robes, the same as Naoya, face giving away no discernible expression. He didn't say anything to greet the rest of his apparent "Family", all he offered was a nod of his head to Naohito.

"Now Megumi, I have to ask you a question; what do you know about your father?" The old man asked, a sly grin entering upon his old weathered face.

"Nothing, I don't care to know anything about him either." Megumi responded in a very measured yet demanding tone, which aimed to convey his disdain for his father to the clan head.

"Hmm, that's such a shame because for some reason I feel like talking about him."