At the same port in Shinto, Shinji stood with his hands on his hips, laughing loudly. The kids beside him wore all kinds of expressions—admiration, dejection, I could do that too!, or I'll definitely win next time!
"Ha ha ha! I'm the strongest!"
Holding a thick stack of cards he had won from the kids, Shinji stood with one hand on his hip and laughed wildly.
"Don't get so cocky, Mr. Seaweed Head!"
"Yeah, yeah! I'll definitely win them back tomorrow!"
"You're just bullying kids! What's so fun about bullying kids?"
"Yeah, yeah!"
"Shut up! A bet's a bet!" Shinji loudly cut off the kids. "And who just called me Seaweed Head? Step forward! Not telling? Whoever rats them out now and puts justice before family gets a soda!"
"That's too underhanded! Using such a shameless method!"
The kid who had apparently called him Seaweed Head voiced his dissatisfaction.
"Oh ho~ so it was you, brat?" Shinji curled his lips slightly.
"W-What are you going to do?" The kid swallowed.
Shinji was about to continue teasing the kid when he heard a man's haughty voice from nearby.
"Oh? The strongest? You sure talk big, boy!"
Looking at Gilgamesh, dressed in black biker gear with a contemptuous smile on his lips and a stack of limited-edition Yu-Gi-Oh! cards in hand, Shinji had no idea whether he should say what the fuck or not.
Why the hell was this guy here?
"Go, Golden Flash!"
"You have to win, Golden Flash!"
The kids clustered around Golden Flash, constantly cheering him on.
Meanwhile, only a handful of kids stood beside Shinji, forming a stark contrast to his opponent's popularity.
Shinji: Fuck it... whatever. I'll just finish playing with this eccentric King and go home.
The result of the coin toss...
As expected, Golden