He had been biding his time, trying to change his father's mind on getting closer with the village, assimilating with it properly. Requesting a district, changing their ways to acclimate to the culture of the village and truly become one with Kirigakure. But Kiyoshi was stuck in his ways, he refused to risk losing the culture of the clan to the assimilation.
It was a risk Satori understood. It was also something he knew they had to move on from. Even if they pulled off his plans to take over a minor country nearby for the clan to own personally, they had to tie themselves to Kirigakure or risk slaughter. Even more than that, they would need a district and envoy within the village itself.
But there was no convincing his father, that fear gripped him, and his words had been clear every time. If Satori wanted to change the Ryuutei he had to be their leader. He would have to defeat the Red Lion Kiyoshi in one on one ritualistic combat. Slowly his hands clenched as he stared down at the ground in thought. Ritualistic combat held a great risk. Death was a possibility, for both contenders.
He wasn't worried for himself, he was worried about his father. Slowly releasing a breath, the young man forced himself to his feet, and pushed the door to his home open. Walking toward the center of the clans village, until he came to the large circle of stone. He stared inside it quietly, the dirt that made up its floor giving way as he extended a foot and pressed it down.
He walked into the circle, catching the eyes of every Ryuutei nearby, and grasped the handle of the bell, and in this action the air froze. The bell signified the highest challenge. It signified the individual wished to fight the head of the clan, and was not something done lightly. Satori swung the handle.
The bells sound was unique, and echoed out across the entire Ryuutei village. A summons for witness, a summons for blood, a summons for the leader of the clan. Every Ryuutei in the village knew that sound, and knew today was not the day for young bloods to hear it for the first time to recognize its sound. This was a true challenge, and almost as one, the village began to move toward the ring where Satori stood.