A RACE AGAINST TIME

Kaede sat quietly in the corner, arms folded, her gaze unwavering as she surveyed the room. Her expression was unreadable, but her sharp eyes missed nothing. She never interrupted during strategy sessions, preferring to listen, to absorb every word and action before forming her own conclusions. Ash, however, could feel the intensity of her attention, even without looking directly at her. He knew her well enough to sense that she was evaluating the situation—calculating the risks, weighing the possibilities in her own meticulous way.

Kaito, ever the focused leader, shot her a brief, knowing glance before turning his attention back to Ash. His voice was firm, but there was an edge of command in it. "Watch and learn. See how Ash handles this."

Ash nodded, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table as the others continued their work. Hours passed, the quiet hum of tech in the background, until Kenshiko's voice cut through the stillness. "Intel retrieved. Displaying full network structure."

The holographic projections blinked to life, casting a cold, neon glow over the room. Daigo's vast empire unfolded before them—sprawling businesses, intricate supply chains, financial transactions that reached into the very heart of the Keiretsu. Hidden alliances with influential figures inside and outside the organization were clearly marked, revealing a web of power and influence, each strand intertwined in a delicate dance of control.

Red markers flashed across the screen, highlighting vulnerabilities—gaps in Daigo's empire, chinks in the armor just waiting to be exploited. But then, amidst the sea of data, one detail caught Ash's eye. A secondary cluster of activity, seemingly detached from Daigo's immediate operations, flickered with an urgent warning indicator. Kenshiko's voice dropped to a tense whisper. "We've uncovered an assassination plot. Another clan is making a move against Daigo. The attempt will happen soon."

The room fell into heavy silence, the weight of the revelation settling on their shoulders like a storm cloud. Every eye turned to Ash, waiting for his next move.

He leaned forward, his fingers stilling against the table, his expression calculating. "Then we make our move first."

Kaito raised an eyebrow, his voice sharp. "Meaning?"

A slow, confident smirk spread across Ash's lips, his eyes gleaming with a knowing edge. "We tell Daigo."

Kaede's eyes flickered with surprise, but she made no comment, adhering to her father's earlier directive. She would remain silent for now, watching, learning. Kenshiko's holographic form tilted slightly, a slight pause in her voice as she processed the idea. "Informing Daigo would place him in your debt, but it also risks him dismissing you. He may not believe the intel."

Ash nodded, his smirk remaining in place, as if the possibility of failure didn't faze him. "Exactly. If he ignores me, he's a fool who'll soon find himself indebted to me when he survives. If he listens, then he knows I'm a step ahead. Either way, he's being drawn into my orbit. He either owes me, or he realizes that I'm the one playing the game, not him."

Kaito leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes narrowing as he weighed Ash's words. His gaze lingered on Ash for a long moment, measuring him, assessing his intent. Finally, Kaito exhaled slowly and gave a subtle nod of approval.

"Then let's see how Daigo plays his next move," Kaito said, his voice low and calculating.

Ash's smirk deepened, the excitement of the game coursing through his veins. "Exactly."

The real game had just begun.