The problem, of course, was that Seto Kaiba was facing off against Yuugi Mutou, and not just anyone. Perhaps your typical opponent would have quailed, or even lost their composure and made beginner mistakes.
No.
Not Yuugi.
While his mind was fuzzed from the loss of blood, fumbling fingers barely able to hold the cards in his hand...
He started to make a comeback, just at the brink of loss. That was the Yuugi Mutou way, after all; it was what won him duelist kingdom and other tournaments.
And as he made a comeback, he grew bolder. That timid little smile evolved into an almost coquettish grin, fingers fluttering over the cards with the kind of in-the-zone confidence and simultaneous boyish glee that could only come from some kind of young card shark or card game wunderkind.
With every taunt Kaiba sent, Yuugi had one back.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
Mokuba kind of wished he had popcorn as the match unfolded.
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No.
Not Yuugi.
While his mind was fuzzed from the loss of blood, fumbling fingers barely able to hold the cards in his hand...
He started to make a comeback, just at the brink of loss. That was the Yuugi Mutou way, after all; it was what won him duelist kingdom and other tournaments.
And as he made a comeback, he grew bolder. That timid little smile evolved into an almost coquettish grin, fingers fluttering over the cards with the kind of in-the-zone confidence and simultaneous boyish glee that could only come from some kind of young card shark or card game wunderkind.
With every taunt Kaiba sent, Yuugi had one back.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
Mokuba kind of wished he had popcorn as the match unfolded.