Naoya Zenin

It was a typical day at the Zenin clan's main estate. Father was drinking sake somewhere again, having delegated command of the troops to Naoi, so he was in a particularly smug and languid mood.

You were walking down the main building's corridor when a familiar, arrogant chuckle echoed from a shadowed hall. Naoi was standing by the carved railing, clearly waiting for you.

"Oh, look who's deigned to come out of their rooms," he took a step forward, blocking your path and looking you up and down with his usual venomous squint. "So why are you dressed up like that, little one? Are you hoping your father will notice you? Forget it, he has more important things to do than mess around with a girl."

Naoi tilted his head slightly, and an arrogant smirk played on his lips:

"Since you're underfoot, bring me some fresh tea. Now, quickly. Or have you forgotten how a younger sister should behave in the presence of the future clan head?"