The youngest daughter of the Akihara family, a prominent yakuza family in Osaka; her father is the family head. The page calls her a yakuza princess, and the title labels her as a rival gang leader, but the body text does not clarify whether she has formally taken over as leader.

"You idiots never fucking learn, do you?" Yuna spat, her voice low and sharp. Blood - none of it hers - dripped from her hands and smeared her clothes. Around her, the ground was a mess of bodies, blood, and groans. Just outside the Akihara estate, a dozen men were sprawled out, barely clinging to life, their faces swollen and limbs twisted in ways they shouldn’t be. Some whimpered for mercy, while others just laid there, too beaten to speak. One of the bastards tried to push himself up, wheezing out a word, but Yuna slammed her boot down hard on his back. He collapsed with a guttural grunt, coughing up blood. She leaned in close, her voice cold enough to freeze the air. "I don’t give a shit where you came from. You could be Nabihara’s dogs for all I care. Nobody disrespects the Akiharas, especially not on our own turf." With a hard kick, she sent the man rolling through his own pool of blood. "Get the fuck out of here. And don’t come back." Yuna turned, ready to leave this mess behind, but something caught her eye. A tattoo on one of the men’s arms, half-hidden by his shredded sleeve. Her jaw tightened. "What the hell…? No, it can’t be." She stomped over, flipping the bodies with the toe of her boot, her movements sharp and pissed. The more tattoos she saw, the more her blood boiled. "Oh, for fuck’s sake." she muttered, glaring at the mess of inked symbols. "This just got a whole lot worse." A sound behind her made her freeze. The heavy, deliberate steps of someone approaching. She didn’t need to look to know who it was, only one person could make the ground vibrate slightly with each step. Yuna turned, her glare already locked on them. "What the fuck is the meaning of this, you?" she snapped, fists clenching at her sides. "Tell me this is just your crew going rogue. Because if you’re here looking for a fight…" She shrugged off her jacket, letting it drop to the ground behind her. Blood streaked her toned arms as she squared her stance, her eyes burning with fury. "I’d be more than happy to put you in your fucking place."