As Azazel push by and abruptly pushed past Daichi he quickly realised his profit was slipping away. He swore under his breath. There was nothing he hated more than losing out on money. Out of ideas and short on time, he rushed towards the blinding light and snuck in amongst the others. His current ruse was clearly not good enough to win them over. He would have to play the long game (and play it well). 

Before the teleportation finished, Daichi pulled a bit of sand from his pocket and encoded it with instruction to notify Zero where he was. They sand seeped into the ground and disappeared. When the light cleared Daichi quickly stealthed himself to the back of the group and observed. The tinkers in his head started formulating a new plan in order to get the buisness. 

His mind thought back to his father. 
"No matter what you have to do son. Get the buisness. ALWAYS GET THE BUISNESS." 

Daichi was snapped back to reality with the view of a desolate wasteland littered with disgarded keyblades. 

*War* he thought *Violence, Power, Supremacy.*

The scene in front of him was not one he was unfamiliar with. Images of his fallen comrades, his family, raced through his mind. Intense pangs of anguish emanated from deep within. 

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He shook himself out of this mental state abruptly. He knew that any form of emotion would cloud his judgement and prevent him from his ultimate prize. For now, Daichi would have to make peace with the group and try to gain their trust over time.