[color=3d7213][h2]Millenium Tower[/h2][/color]

Youma Saejima's face became deathly-pale when The Spandez Conquest Hour showed its public service announcement. The sight of the Tokyo Stock Exchange being obliterated from orbit ran through Saejima's mind like a warm knife through butter.

Saejima rose from his seat, eyes bulging like peeled grapes. Fumbling and shaking, he sprinted onto the karaoke stage. 

The best way to describe Saejima's current look would be "fishy", in the sense that it was cold, clammy, and generally looked like someone who was in a constant state of absolute surprise.

"The stock exchange was blown up!" Saejima howled shrilly. "I-I want all of you to get the [i]fuck[/i] down there! You're gonna help out [i]as much as possible[/i], and find a shitbag named [i]Loot[/i]! I don't know how, I don't know [i]why[/i], but he's the one responsible!"

The assorted Youma thugs, stunned by what Saejima had just said, scrambled to get ready. Though most of them were still drunk, they were wholly prepared to assist in rebuilding and rescuing. Some members were shouting into their cellphones, calling in favors and fellow Yakuza clans. Others were dressing up, making themselves look presentable to the cameras.

Those who were in the latter group ambled up to Kenji, who still looked haggard and drunk. Swaying slightly, Kenji firmly gripped one of the group members by the shoulder, and nodded. And then the two of them were gone. Seconds later, Kenji reappeared and did the same to another member. 


[color=3d7213][h2]Neo-Tokyo Stock Exchange Ruins[/h2][/color]

As if by some strange magic, Yakuza members started appearing around the ruins of the stock exchange. They sprang into action, helping to lead survivors away and leaping into the ruins to search for people trapped under rubble.

The Yakuza may be criminals, but the operative word in "organized crime" is [i]organized[/i]. The family comes first, but the [i]community[/i] comes immediately afterward. And so, the Yakuza began their relief efforts.