one year for the National Foundation Festival, the Founder decided to entertain her people by painting an oil portrait of herself live on television.
it took many, many hours. most of a Sunday, even. the 2D visual arts were not her forte, and the portrait ended up middlingβthough, much like the Founder herself, it possessed an undeniably charming aura. she grinned as she put the finishing touches on the lopsided nose and turned it to the studio audience. everyone had a good-natured laugh about it, including the Founder.
we all have our foibles, even our lovely leader!
FUN FACT: before the heretic uprising of 2β β β , this same painting resided in the β β β β β β β β National Museum.
now, as we all know, the Founder didn't need bodyguards and never asked for them. she was a war veteran from the old days, and one that rarely knew military failure at that. still, ever-vigilant, the Minister of Security Manji Fushichoβwho had years of experience handling violent hereticsβoften stood by whenever the Founder made a public appearance.
after the presentation, Fushicho approached the Founder, concerned. there were no threats in the studio, none among the audience members. the look on the Founder's face as she had worked, however, had disquieted Fushicho. it was subtleβthe Founder never let any of her winning expressions falter in front of the people of Shuten, and Fushicho doubted anyone else had noticed.
that crease in the Founder's brow carried the stress of hard, long decades. to Fushicho, it had been like watching someone stare down the barrel of a gun, except maybe that gun had been made of inexorably passing time.
"ah, my beloved Ms. Fushicho," the Founder had said in response, nudging her Minister, "do I truly look so ugly when I concentrate? ha!"
FUN FACT: the Founder had actually tried painting on and off as a hobby for decades.
rumors circulated among the less faithful that the Founder had pre-painted much of the canvas before the Festival, or that she had asked someone else with far more talent to get it started for her. the camera footage never showed what the canvas looked like when she began, after all. in fact, the first glimpse anyone got at her artistic vision occurred about an hour into the demonstration.
of course, our Founder would never do such a thing. that's an objective truth. to suggest otherwiseβand forgive the potential histrionicsβis borderline heresy.
FUN FACT: the Founder has never lied.
let's leap forward, now, many years later, to 2β β β , to the era of Rei Shimobe. you know the story of her birth and her death and her birth again, and her relation to the Founderβthe details are not, at this very moment, relevant.
what is indeed relevant: it had come to pass that Rei was put in charge of sorting through the Founder's possessions. the Ministers of Shuten could think of no better person to perform the task. even counting the various items scattered among the Ministers, there wasn't very much to do, as the Founder had led a relatively ascetic life.
at some point that day, it was Teko Ion who brought forth the aforementioned painting. it hadn't lived in the β β β β β β β β National Museum for months, as heretics had broken in to destroy it and other symbols of the Founder. for reasons unknown even to himself, Ion had taken it into his lab for safekeeping afterward.
Rei took a long look at this painting of her previous self: its crooked eyes, its spirited attempt at shading. flakes and scrapes of it had come off haphazardly, as if someone had set a dog onto the canvas. the corners had even frayed, and a long burn mark scored the Founder's forehead. yet it seemed to call out to Rei.
she stared and she stared and the Ministers quietly watched her stare until finally Rei spoke:
"could someone hand me something kinda sharp...?"
her voice sounded urgent and sad. she had been seized, or rather struck, by an urge she needed to fulfill. Manji Fushicho, ever-vigilant, darted forth to hand over the key to her motorcycle.
FUN FACT: as of 2β β β , about 76.4% of Security forces are stationed in and around Shuten neighborhoods with a high population of underage citizens (ages 0-18).
an hour passed in a sort of silent, subtle horror.
soon, Rei's frenzied cuts and scratches into the Founder's portrait revealed something new underneath over timeβor rather, something old, a sketch painted over. a head appeared there, a foot there. then: the figure of someone crouching. then: the figure of someone crouching over someone else. finally: the figure of someone crouching over a child.
Rei stepped back, key at hand. she and all the Ministers eyed the scene of grief on the canvas before them.
Teko Ion was the first to say something, his hands in his pockets, his glance now pointed towards the skyβ
FUN FACT: in a 2β β β interview, the Founder stated that her favorite name for a girl was "Himeno." this led to a 33% increase in newborns with that name.
in this first draft, the child was dead, propped up against machinery unfamiliar to all in attendance. blood and blonde hair in gold and crimson circled the child, ripples in a terrible pond. the bigger figure was faceless and cloaked in black and contorted over the child like a shadow pierced through the middle. yet it was clear, so agonizingly clear, that this shadow was the Founder.
"what the hell kind of heretic garbage isβ"
Manji Fushicho, practically growling. she stopped when Rei turned to look at her.
"not heretics at all," Rei said. "the Founder's self-portrait."
FUN FACT: children are the first protected class mentioned in the doctrines of the Shuten Order.