A few weeks have passed. The Battelcity tournament was a while ago. Dominocity has returned to normal. Only one person just can't come to terms with it.
Seto Kaiba sits alone in his office and intensively studies the monitor on his computer. There is nothing more to be seen of its otherwise superior charisma. An enormous unrest has gripped him and his mine is dark. After all, he can't take it any longer. With an energetic swing he gets up and pushes his executive chair a good bit away from him. With a grim face he steps to the glass front of his office and lets his gaze wander over the city.
"It just doesn't exist! It can be impossible!" He scolds quietly to himself. Almost a month has passed since the Battelcity tournament and the memories of it just won't let him go. Again and again he catches himself going through one sleepless night after the other, in which the past events haunt him again and again and prevent him from falling asleep.
He lost ... again! Again against Yugi! And yet he was so sure of his cause. His strategy had worked perfectly. He had played all the cards as he intended. And yet Yugi was able to hit him again. He clenches his fist.
Not only did he lose the fight against this superstitious little upstart, he also lost his own tournament, the title of the world's best duel monster player and, to top it all, his Egyptian god card to him. Darn how did this happen to me? he wonders.
This tournament should be my big triumph. It should show once and for all that I'm the best duelist there is. And now I've made myself a mockery of the whole world. And once again it is only Yugi's fault! If only I knew how he did it over and over again. Why does he always succeed in defeating me? What makes him so different from the other pathetic losers who were unlucky enough to meet me as an opponent?
Kaiba's brow furrows. Could it really have something to do with this ridiculous fairy tale that Yugi is clinging to so desperately? That he should be a pharaoh who lived 5000 years ago? And his silly talk about theheart of the cards, is that perhaps more than childish wishful thinking? Is there more to it than I thought so far?
He shakes his head resolutely, as if to convince himself of this. No, that can't be true! Something like that does not exist! All these pictures that I saw in my head at the tournament ... it must have been some nifty psychological trick. That crazy Marik must have developed some kind of technique to induce hallucinations. It must have been some kind of trick! All this talk of magic, destiny and destiny was only used to unsettle and confuse me!Kaiba snorts. But you've come to the wrong address! I don't let anyone tell me what to do! I know exactly who I am, I don't have to let anyone tell me that! I rely solely on my intelligence and my ability, and nobody can hold a candle to me! I don't need any help from anyone! And I don't need something superfluous like friends either. Whoever has to rely on friends is just too weak to do it alone!
In addition, there is always the risk that your oh-so-great friends betray you and let you down. One day Yugi will find out that his trust in his friends is his greatest weakness, and I hope I will see it.
Yugi lives in a dream world. But I don't have to rely on others. What I have achieved, I did everything on my own and thanks to this story with Noah at the time, I was even able to prove it to my stepfather. Even he wasn't up to me. I am the only one who deserves to run the Kaiba Corporation, who else could have made this company what it is today?
Everything I have achieved I have achieved through my skill and hard work. I alone determine my fate. Life is one tough fight and only the strongest survive, just like inDuel Monster. You can't allow yourself any weaknesses. Winning is all that matters, feelings just stand in the way. I don't give a damn about ridiculous ideals like friendship or fate! And that peculiar claim that I had something to do with Yugi's mythological fantasies that I was a sorcerer in ancient Egypt is just utterly absurd!
Seto Kaiba grits his teeth angrily at these thoughts. Slowly his gaze turns to his desk. A sudden feeling of anger comes over him. At that moment his facade of iron self-control crumbles and anger overwhelms him. He needs a valve otherwise he'll burst.
With two long strides he is at the desk and with an angry gesture he sweeps the monitor of his computer off the table so that it crashes on the floor. A close-up of a Duel Monster card lights up on the screen. It is the Egyptian card of godsthe winged dragon of Ra. The picture flickers a few times, then the monitor gives up the ghost.
Seto Kaiba takes a deep breath in and out as he struggles to keep his composure. He stares grimly at the broken monitor. Then why on earth can I read these ancient Egyptian characters as if they were written in my mother tongue? How can that be? That's justimpossible!
At that moment the door flies open and a familiar person comes running in. It's mokuba. "What's the matter, big brother?What kind of noise was that just now? Something happened? ", he exclaims worried. Seto Kaiba turns to him angrily:" It's nothing. Nothing that needs to interest you. "Mokuba looks amazed at the destroyed monitor. At first he is a little confused. Then he says:" Did you break the computer? Are you all right, Seto? "Irritated, his brother turns back to the window front." I already said that everything is fine. You really don't need to keep pestering me with questions. "
Mokuba, embarrassed, looks at his older brother's back. "It's okay, it was just a question," he says. But his brother makes no sound, just keeps staring out the window. A little embarrassed, Mokuba stands in the middle of the room and doesn't know what to do. His brother doesn't seem to be in a good mood. Somehow he has to try to cheer him up.
Finally he takes heart and tries again. "I'm sure you're still pissed off because you didn't win the Battelcity tournament. But you don't have to take it that seriously. For me you will always be the best duelist in the world! After all, you are my brother. Next time you will definitely win again. I'm very sure! "
Seto Kaiba tightens. Then he turns around. Anger is on his face. "You're still here!", He sparkles, "I didn't ask for your opinion. It really isn't necessary for you to remind me of my shameful defeat! I was defeated in my own tournament, so I did I made myself the mockery of the whole world and you tell me not to take this so seriously?
"You can really save yourself your nonsensical sympathy! For your information: I don't care a bit what kind of duelist you think I am! The reality is that I'm obviouslynotthe best I'm a duelist. So please stop trying to tell me anything else! Look the truth in the face, I won't be the best until I finally beat Yugi.
"Wake up at last! Just because I'm your brother doesn't mean that you have to adore me all the time like a little child. I can do without such childish behavior! How will you ever grow up if you don't learn to look." to keep for reality. Such sentimentalism is the last thing I need now, so please spare me and get out of here! "
There is silence for a long moment. Mokuba stares at his brother as if moved by thunder. His face has turned pale and his lips are trembling. He just meant well. Never before has he been so badly dressed down by his brother. His big brother was always someone he looked up to. His brother always protected him and stood up for him. This outbreak is so completely unexpected.No not true. Mokuba droops his head. Even back then, at the Battelcity tournament and in Noah's virtual reality, there were always indications that his brother had changed.
He got tough. Hard and aloof. Mokuba remembers. He was different once. But his smile disappeared the day Gozaburo Kaiba adopted them both. The time since then had been tough, and Seto Kaiba was going to be tough too. His little brother was the only one for whom he still harbored something like friendly feelings ... so Mokuba thought. But the truth is different. He should have noticed it long ago. Even Yugi and his friends noticed. Why didn't he notice this change in his big brother sooner?
He knows why. He had closed his eyes to it. He didn't want to see it. Seto is right, he lacks an eye for reality. But now it's all too clear to him. His brother has built a wall around him and he won't let anyone near him, not even his little brother. The lecture just proves it.
Mokuba is crushed. His brother is right about everything. He deserves the scolding. In the future he will try to pull himself together better. Maybe then his brother will be happy with him again.
He tries to convince himself that this sniff was only used to show him his weaknesses, but he doesn't succeed. Deep inside he suddenly feels a bottomless emptiness and forlornness. Those words hit him harder than he wants to admit, and it pains him very much to hear such words come from his brother's mouth. Like it or not, he can't stop tears from popping up in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Seto!" He says tearfully. His brother is still standing with his back to him: "Crying doesn't help either! Pull yourself together!" With all his might Mokuba tries to push back the tears that are trying to flood his eyes. He wipes away the moisture with the hard back of his hand, but the lump in his throat doesn't decrease.
At that moment, one of the Kaiba Corp employees enters the office, accompanied by another man. "Seto Kaiba, excuse the disturbance, but here is someone who really wants to speak to you."
Kaiba slowly turns around. His mine is again a prime example of self-control. “I don't like wasting my time at all. So I really hope it's really important.” “Don't worry, Kaiba-san!” Replies the stranger. “What I have to tell you should be for you Kaiba looks at the man unimpressed: "I'll decide for myself, if