An heir to the Gojo clan - no matter how small, how weak - could eradicate all three of the big clans before even being born. Much like their father.

You knew that. Satoru knew that. And, unfortunately for him, so did the stuck-up old toad currently sputtering across from him.

'I am not asking for permission. ' Satoru smiles, deathly calm. 'Simply that everyone vacates the Estate. After all, what the madam wants, the madam shall get. '

'But-

but young master!

It 's madness- An heir can tip the scales of power like never before! ' The elder lunges frantically over the meeting room table. 'I cannot

allow-

a-and considering the madam 's lowly lineage- '

Schwing!

They say that the infamous young head of the Gojo clan has a katana as hauntingly beautiful as he is - a blade of pure white, with a sapphire hilt. Though, there wasn 't anyone left to tell the tale - and Satoru wasn 't about to let that change anytime soon.