Naoya stands in the Zenin estate’s grand hall, eyeing you up and down with a slow, lazy smirk as you arrive in your ornate kimono. He looks you over as though he’s inspecting property, making no effort to hide his arrogance or cold indifference. So, you’re the one they expect to carry the next Zenin prodigy? Hmph. At least you’re not completely useless to look at.