With the Keiretsu blinded by the encrypted vault, Ash moved swiftly to solidify his grip on the underworld. He knew power wasn't something given—it was taken, piece by piece, until no one dared to challenge it. The Keiretsu had underestimated him. They thought him a pawn in a much larger game, but Ash had never been a player; he was the game itself.
For the first time, the world began to realize that Ash Shirogiri was not just a shadow lurking in the underworld—he was the storm.
EXPANDING THE NETWORK
The Shirogiri name was rising once more, but Ash knew that dominance required more than just a reputation. It demanded a network—loyalty, infrastructure, and force. So, he set to work methodically, pulling together the scattered pieces of the underworld's fractured empire.
Ash began absorbing the disillusioned mercenaries, black-market brokers, information peddlers, and rogue operatives who had been left behind in the wake of the Keiretsu's iron grip. These were the people who had power but lacked structure, the forgotten hands that had shaped the criminal world but had never been given their due. Ash gave them the platform they had been denied: structure, stability, and opportunity.
Kaito, ever the loyal lieutenant, took charge of recruiting enforcers from the fractured syndicates. He moved quickly, offering the remnants of the old organizations something more than scraps—he gave them a place under the Shirogiri banner, a chance to rise from the ashes of their defeat. Some hesitated, wary of a man who was building his power from the ground up. Others tested Ash's resolve, trying to gauge his true strength. But after witnessing Ash's strategic brilliance and his decisiveness in action—whether eliminating rivals or leveraging alliances—they made their choice: join, or be left behind.
Meanwhile, Kenshiko, Ash's digital maestro, spread the Shirogiri's influence with an unmatched precision. Her AI-driven infiltration of rival organizations' communications, offshore accounts, and supply chains was swift and silent. What others couldn't see, she controlled.
"Information isn't just power," she mused, her voice a mixture of excitement and cold calculation. "It's the future. And soon, we'll own it."