Keiko could never have seen this coming.
The young Zayama had spent most of her life as an utter failure. Her inability to unlock her Spirit Eye had brought enough shame to her family to justify her grandmother's disgust for her. It would also justify the inevitable day where Keiko would be labeled a Zayo, becoming a servant, solidifying her disgrace.
And yet, this happened. Something that, if Haruna or any other Zayama had told her about beforehand, she would have laughed them out of the room. It occurred as she was sitting in her usual training room, her legs crossed and her back straight as she attempted to do what she'd failed to do for several years now.
She heard the door slide open behind her and she half-turned in that direction. Standing up, she waited for them to speak so that she could see if she recognized the voice. However, the man who spoke was not someone she'd heard before. It seemed to belong to an old man.
