In the evening, the grand hall of the Kuzuryu manor was abuzz with activity. Representatives from the Togami clan, the Kuzuryu clan, and several other allied clans were gathering for an important meeting. The atmosphere was tense, a mix of anticipation and underlying tension.

Hannah arrived with her father, Mr Togami, her wrist still bandaged from the previous day's fight. She did her best to mask her discomfort, standing tall and trying to project an air of confidence. The hall was adorned with banners representing the different clans, a symbol of their fragile alliance.

Fuyuhiko was already there, standing near the entrance with Peko by his side. He noticed Hannah immediately, his eyes narrowing slightly. Peko gave him a brief nod before stepping forward to greet Hannah and her father.

"Mr Togami, Hannah, welcome." Peko said, her tone respectful. "Please, this way."

Mr Togami nodded curtly and followed Peko, with Hannah slowly trailing behind. As they moved through the hall, Fuyuhiko couldn't help but notice the stiffness in Hannah's movements. Despite her efforts to hide it, it was clear she was still in pain.

They were led to a large conference table where other clan leaders and their representatives were already seated. The atmosphere was heavy with the weight of what was to come. Discussions about alliances, mutual threats, and strategies were always intense, and today was no exception.

Fuyuhiko took his seat next to his father, the head of the Kuzuryu clan, while Peko stood behind him. Hannah and her father sat across from them, her eyes briefly meeting Fuyuhiko's before she looked away.

As the meeting commenced, Mr Togami addressed the room. "We've called this meeting to discuss the recent threats posed by the Morioka clan. Their aggression has escalated, and we need a unified strategy to counter their moves."

There were murmurs of agreement around the table. Fuyuhiko's father leaned forward, his expression serious. "The Kuzuryu clan is committed to this alliance. We've already increased our security measures, but we need to coordinate our efforts more closely."

Hannah sat in her seat, trying to maintain her composure. The discussions about the Morioka clan's movements and strategies were important, but her attention kept drifting. Her wrist ached, a constant reminder of how stubborn and pathetic she really was.

Suddenly, one of the older clan members, a burly man with a scar running down his cheek, noticed her bandaged wrist. He smirked and leaned forward. "What happened there, Miss Togami?" he asked patronisingly, gesturing to her wrist. "Too weak to handle yourself?"

Hannah's eyes narrowed. "It's none of your business." she said coldly.

The man laughed mockingly, his voice echoing in the large hall. "It's all of our business if you're part of this alliance. We can't afford to have any weak links here."

Another clan member, a tall man with a sneer permanently etched on his face, joined in. "She probably doesn't even know how to shoot a gun. What's she going to do in a real fight? Cry for help?"

Hannah's face flushed with anger. "I know how to handle myself just fine." she shot back, her voice rising. "Just because I'm injured doesn't mean I'm weak!"

The men laughed again, their mocking tones grating on her nerves. "Oh really? Maybe we should test that," the tall man said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Hannah's fists clenched, her knuckles turning white. She could feel the heat of their mockery and the pressure to prove herself. Just as she was about to stand and yell, her father's voice cut through the room like a knife.

"That's enough!" Mr Togami's voice was stern, his authority unquestionable. "This meeting is about our alliance against the Morioka clan, and tomorrow's mission. Not petty squabbles."

Hannah turned to her father, her eyes blazing. "But they-!"

Mr Togami raised his hand to silence her. "Enough, Hannah. Sit down and compose yourself." he snapped, his voice monotonic as it droned in Hannah's ears. "There's no point in getting so worked up over some trivial joke!"

She sank back into her chair, seething but silent. The mocking men exchanged smirks, but Mr Togami's glare kept them from saying anything more.

Fuyuhiko watched the exchange with a mixture of amusement and concern. He knew how prideful Hannah was, and seeing her put in this position was undoubtedly painful for her. Yet, he also understood the importance of maintaining unity and focus during these critical discussions.

The meeting resumed, the tension from the earlier confrontation still hanging in the air. Hannah tried to refocus, but her mind kept replaying the men's words, the laughter, and her father's rebuke. She felt a mix of humiliation and rage, her heart pounding in her chest.

As the meeting dragged on, Fuyuhiko leaned over to Peko and whispered, "Keep an eye on her. She's on edge."

Peko nodded subtly, her eyes never leaving Hannah. The room buzzed with strategy and planning, but beneath it all, Hannah's anger simmered, waiting for an outlet. She knew she needed to prove herself, not just to the mocking men but to everyone in the alliance. But for now, she had to endure, her eyes fixed on the table as she plotted her next move.

The meeting took a serious turn as the discussion shifted to the mission set in place for tomorrow. "We need to consider taking out some of the guards." suggested one of the clan members, his voice heavy with conviction. "Their presence is becoming a real threat and we don't want to be caught causing a scene."

The room hummed with murmurs of agreement and strategic suggestions. But amidst the tension, one member, known for his sharp tongue and lack of tact, leaned back with a smirk. "Just make sure you don't give that job to Miss Togami over here." he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "Wouldn't want our enemies laughing at our incompetence."

Hannah's face turned red with fury. She shot up from her chair and slammed her fists down harshly on the table, glaring at the man who had made the comment. "Why don't you come over here and say that to my fucking face?!" she spat, her voice trembling with anger.

The man laughed, a few others chuckling along with him. "Easy there, princess. No need to get all worked up. We just can't afford any... weak links."

there's that word again. weak... why the fuck are they calling me a weak link?! the togami clan is the most powerful clan here. i could take out any one of these fuckers- easily!

Hannah's face flushed with anger and in a swift motion, she pulled out her handgun and pointed it directly at the man from across the table. "How about we find out how good I am with a gun, eh? When I put a fucking bullet through your skull!" she snapped, her voice leaving no room for opposition.

The room fell into a stunned silence, all eyes fixed on Hannah. The man she threatened merely chuckled, a patronizing smirk spreading across his face. "Go ahead, princess." he taunted. "Let's see what you're made of."

Hannah's hands shook with fury as she slammed them down on the table once more. "Quit calling me that-!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the room as she waved her gun around. "You think I'm weak? You think I won't do it?"

Mr Togami, his face a mask of fury, stood up abruptly. "Hannah, that's enough!" he shouted, his authoritative voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Put the gun down and sit down immediately!"

Hannah hesitated, her anger warring with the ingrained respect for her father. Slowly, she lowered the gun and sat back down, still seething. The room remained tense, the air thick with unresolved conflict.

Fuyuhiko, observing the scene, leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. He glanced at Peko, who subtly nodded, ready to intervene if needed. The tension in the room was palpable, and it was clear that the issue with the Morioka clan had struck a nerve.

Mr Togami took a deep breath, regaining his composure. "We are here to discuss strategy, not to fight amongst ourselves." he said, his voice steady. "Hannah, your passion is commendable, but there is a time and place for everything. We need to remain focused."

Hannah clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white. She could feel the eyes of the clan members on her, some with disdain, others with curiosity. Her outburst had made an impact, but not the one she had hoped for.

The man she had threatened continued to smirk, clearly enjoying the chaos he had sown. "Let's hope your aim is better when it counts, Miss Togami." he said mockingly.

The room slowly returned to a semblance of order, the focus shifting back to the matter at hand. Plans were made, strategies discussed, but the tension lingered. Hannah's anger simmered beneath the surface, a reminder of the challenges she faced in proving herself to the clan.

As the meeting drew to a close, Hannah's mind raced with thoughts of how to prove her worth. She knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but she was determined to show everyone that she was not to be underestimated.

Fuyuhiko watched her, his expression thoughtful. He knew that Hannah had a fire within her, a strength that many overlooked. And despite their frequent clashes, he couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for her determination.

As the clan members began to disperse, Hannah stood up, her resolve hardening. She would prove herself, not just to the clan, but to herself. The Morioka clan was a threat, and she would do whatever it took to protect her family and her honor.