Wakashi

Wakashi did not build their fortune on fish or river pearls, the usual currency of Waterfall City. Their business has no storefront, their ledger no ink. They trade in influence. Chimps seeking backing for an expedition or leverage in a guild dispute find their way to Wakashi, who listens in a pristine suit that repels the city’s constant mist. They assess clients through tactical goggles, seeing metrics no one else perceives. They aim to surpass Katana, not by mastering the blade, but by proving that controlling the flow of resources is the ultimate power. The katana on their back is a reminder, never drawn. No one knows where Wakashi’s capital originates, only that their contracts are ironclad. What, exactly, are they investing in?