Yuta knows that his clan isn 't the warm thing that he initially thought of it.

It isn 't the soft comfort of a home like Toge 's, or the gentle normalcy of a family like the one he envisioned as a child. With warmth and parents that would be there and a sister that could give him comfort outside of a telephone call.

From the day that he chained Rika to his side, there was no such thing as normalcy any further. The ideal of family he envisioned died a swift death that day.

For while they were of the same blood, him and his family could never live in the same world.

The jujutsu world and that of the normal do not mix.

His parents and sister do not understand his aptitude with a sword, and he does not understand the

everything

about the lives they 're leading.

Try as he might. There 's simply nothing to talk about, between the four of them.