"...Tamiko Inarimago!" Kyūri hollered.
A slender teenaged kitsune vixen ran up to the pot, practically gliding as she nimbly sprinted. Her two tails flapped behind her as her bare breasts bounced. As she was naked (kitsune tending to be nudists), the crowd could plainly see that Tamiko was a true female, unlike her shiyūdōtai sibling.
"Look!" Akane shouted happily, a proud smile on hir muzzle. "That's my sister! Hooray for Tamiko!"
Tamiko reached the rotund kappa and accepted her certification. "Really, me? I... I've never been out of the country in... in my entire life! I... I don't really know what to say."
Kyūri smiled at the beautiful, shy kitsune. "I know this must be a bit overwhelming."
"Believe me," said Tamiko, "if I were in my human form, I'd be blushing!"
"Such a paragon of humility," Kyūri grinned. "I can tell that you shall represent our country admirably to the American magicals."
"I hope you're right, Kyūri-sensei," Tamiko said. "I would hate to bring my family or my country shame."
"Hmm... your family..." Kyūri mused, lost in thought. "I actually have a new pupil with the Inarimago family name. Are you by any chance related to Akane Inarimago?"
"That's my sibling," answered Tamiko. "Shi actually ran away from home to become a sumo. Shi was worried that hir parents would never accept hir planned weight gain, you see. Mom was furious when shi found out what happened."
"Shi's lucky to have such a fine sister as you," said Kyūri. "It's troubling to hear that shi joined without hir family's permission. I might not have allowed it had I known. But what's done is done. Shi is now a student and under my protection. Congratulations again on winning the slot. Now go run along and share this moment with Akane-san."
Tamiko nodded and ran into the waiting arms of her proud sibling. "I did it, Akane! I was chosen! I'm going to America!"
"I'm so thrilled for you!" said Akane. "I'm having my adventure, and now you can have yours." Akane turned to hir classmates. "Everybody, this is my sister Tamiko! She's sixteen, one year younger than me." all the rikishi trainees gathered around the bashful two-tailed vixen to introduce themselves.
Kyūri and Nariko then slipped inside and returned, each carrying a sack. These two sacks were slightly smaller than the last few had been. The kappas set them down, and Kyūri addressed the crowd again. "Now we come to the fine arts part of the exchange program: Takarazuka Music School! I assume you're all familiar with the legendary Takarazuka Revue, our nation's celebrated all-female Broadway-style theater troupe. Well, it isn't as uniformly human as most believe... or as uniformly female. Yes, some of the otokoyaku are secretly shiyūdōtai yokai. And don't think the musumeyaku are all human either! Female yokai love to sing and dance as much as anybody, after all."
"Is that why we have two sacks, Grandpa?" asked Nariko.
"It is indeed, little one," said Kyūri, chewing on his half-eaten cucumber. "Any decent Takarazuka performance needs at least one otokoyaku and at least one musumeyaku, so each gets a slot. We'll start with the star of any given Takarazuka production, the otokoyaku."
Kyūri grabbed one of the sacks and dumped the names into the pot. He stuck his fleshy arm into the pot and grabbed onto a paper slip. He took it up and held it to his face. "And the otokoyaku winner for the Takarazuka Music School is..."