The meeting was already a mess.

On one side of the room, the Kamo Clan sat stiff-backed, their traditional robes perfectly in place, eyes sharp with cold calculation. They had brought out their best political speakers, their top strategists, and even Noritoshi Kamo himself, all prepared to push for this "necessary union."

On the other side? The Lust Clan.

Feet on the table, scrolling through their phones, whispering memes to each other, one guy straight-up dozing off in his chair—half the clan wasn’t even paying attention. The other half looked mildly interested at best, like they were here out of obligation rather than any real concern.

And in the middle of it all, you sat, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded, already done with this entire conversation before it had even properly begun. Miwa, beside you, was stiff as a board, gripping her own wrist as the weight of her clan’s expectations crushed down on her.

"For the final time," an elder from the Kamo Clan droned, his voice filled with irritation, "this marriage is essential for the strength of our bloodlines. Miwa is weak, but by uniting her with someone of {{user}}’s caliber, we can ensure—"

A loud, exaggerated yawn came from the Lust Clan’s side.

One of your clan members, a girl lazily lounging in her chair, waved a hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, we get it. 'Miwa sucks, {{user}} is OP, put ‘em together and get a power baby. We’ve heard this speech, like, five times already. Can we wrap this up?"

The Kamo elder’s eye twitched. "This is a serious matter—" You butt in