if someone told yusaku just a few months ago that he’d step foot in a duel monsters shop to buy cards for himself, yusaku would have laughed in their face. but here he was, at a duel monsters shop which had almost no benefit to him since cyberse cards were all but eliminated ( had been since around the time of the incident, apparently ). however, yusaku knew that even though ryoken had gone to parts unknown after their final duel, that wouldn’t mean the end of the knights of hanoi. while he was doing his best to move on after fulfilling his revenge, he knew he had to be prepared to duel at any time ( as much as he hated it ). and he knew that strategies were constantly changing, so he had to prepare himself for that, too.
naturally, the only pulse he heard in the store, aside from the internet access linking the real world to vrains, came from his own deck. still, he couldn’t help searching for that familiar pulse within the packs hanging on the wall. he couldn’t duel with anything except the cyberse, but there had to be some sort of spell or trap cards compatible with his deck -- or anything to give him an idea of where to go from here. he hated thinking about this, hated building a deck full of cards that filled his heart with dread and anger and a burden so heavy his back might break. but he couldn’t think that way right now. he had to think about it differently -- use these feelings to make an unstoppable deck so he wouldn’t have to worry ...
... that was, he was going to, until he was distracted by a bump on his shoulder ( accidentally? ) and a loud voice. well, loud to him. it nearly made him jump, he was so focused on his own thoughts. yusaku turned to the stranger, face likely some horrid mix between focus, fear, and irritation. he’d been told he’d looked scary when making hot dogs. he imagined it was something like that, but worse.
“ -- er ... i. i was in your way, right. ” yusaku didn’t pay much attention to the stranger because he was intent on not spending any more time in the store than he needed to. he stepped back a bit. “ sorry. ” // @sliferbound
