Shaolin Fon, the 9th Head of the Fon family. She stood in the heavy traditional robes, unsure of what to do. Ceremonies followed ceremonies. The servants had lined up to offer their congratulations, but even they tempered the customary celebrations, for they knew that this succession had come very unexpectedly and at great pain. Her brother's steward had offered his assistance with settling the family's affairs, and was starting to drill her in the running of the estate.
She sat down in her seat, her legs dangling off the floor, covered by the voluminous robes that pooled messily over her feet. All she could think of was natto.
"…and it was the wish of the late Fon-sama that you, my lady, undertake the preparation for entry into the Onmitsukido. The entrance exams will take place in six months' time…"
Shaolin swore she saw the slightest trace of a smirk.
If I fail…
She remembered her father lecturing her brothers. Her father was often away, and on one of the occasions he was back, he had gathered his five sons in the dojo.
"The Fon family is born to serve the Shihouin family in the Onmitsukido. Seven generations before me have faithfully discharged this duty, and you, my sons, will also take on this privilege when your time comes."
"But this privilege must be won. When each of you turns twelve, you will take the entrance examination for the corps. I expect to see every one of you within its walls when the time comes. And if you should fail…" His voice dropped. "… You will no longer call me father."
Shaolin peeked through the cracks of the door, wondering why her brothers had their heads bowed in such solemnity.
I cannot fail.
The ceremonies over, Shaolin Fon, exercised her first act as the 9th Head of the Fon family. She relieved her brother's steward of his duties and appointed a trusted caretaker in his stead. She then dismissed the servants for the day and sat alone in the gaping, empty hall, her knees tucked under her chin as she slowly rocked back and forth.