"We can't let this go on any longer," Lord Haga beseeches to the entire war room, hands gesticulating wildly. "You all must understand how serious this situation is. The future of our kingdom is at stake!"
His grave tone matches the somber mood that reflects in the weary face of the various council members.
"I recognize your concern, but it only been a month so far. It's still early," Lady Fukuda refutes, gripping the handle of her cane tightly. "We should give them some time."
"Time?" A harsh snap of a fan catches their attention. "It's exactly what we don't have." Lady Sada snorts.
Fukuda bristles. "With such an importance matter, we can't let it be compelled solely your whims."
"My whims?" Sada glares at her old rival. "I'm speaking what we're all thinking! It's because this is so important that we can't wait too long to take action! Hesitation can be costly."
Fukuda nearly rise to her feet in anger before Lord Date drags her back down into her seat. "She means well," he consoles.
"I don't care about her vapid opinion," she huffs, "but these things take time. We can't rush it. It needs delicacy and thoughtfulness to bear fruit."
Sada purses her lips. "It's all because of those inane ideas like yours that we're in our first month already and no progress has been made yet."
"Then what do you suggest? We should have just forced it instead of letting it occur naturally?" Fukuda frowns, shaking her head. "That's not right."
"Is it really time to think about right or wrong when we have to consider our people’s need?" Sada insists loudly, voice rising above the ruckus. "Or do you not care about the future of our kingdom?!"
"That's not what I said—" Fukuda begins, but is drowned out by other dissenting voices filling the room.
"I agree with Sada, we have to take necessary action—"
"No, you're crazy! We should—"
"Perhaps, we should lower our voices and talk this over like proper ladies and gentlemen—"
"It's like you all had forgotten what it's like to deal with this in your old age. This requires—"
Lady Keema clears her throat and that's enough to silence everyone as she takes control of the room with a wave of her hand. "All your opinions are valid and I thank you for your passionate views," she says diplomatically, "but shouldn't we address the other half of the concerned party here?"
Thirteen pair of eyes turn toward the seat at the head of the table where Bakugou Katsuki, the reigning Furie, has been brooding in his seat with an increasingly sour look on his face for the past hour.
"Are you all done yelling at each other about my marital life?" He sneers.