"You're certainly confident. Is this what they call a Duel King?" Vetrix chuckled softly. "You really do seem to have absolute confidence when it comes to dueling."
"I wouldn't say absolute confidence." Kira spoke casually. "But if I said a guy who could abandon even his own sons, who kept shouting about revenge while being used as someone else's gun, a guy who was neither human nor ghost, posed any kind of threat to me, I'd definitely be lying."
Vetrix's smile vanished instantly.
"You bastard, are you looking to die!?" In an instant, Vetrix changed from an innocent little shota into a beast whose scales had been touched, his eyes seeming ready to kill.
At the same time, though, he felt suspicious.
How did this guy know?
Though Vetrix had never expected much from his three idiot sons, he had trusted their loyalty. So why would they have told this man so much about him?
Mind control? Brainwashing? Or were they simply talked into submission by Talk no Jutsu?
It inevitably reminded Vetrix of an annoying brat from his own dimension, the son of an old friend. Yuma Tsukumo, a foolish child who understood nothing, yet somehow held immense power in his hands.
And from Vetrix's observations, this lobster-headed kid named Yuma had quite a way with words. He seemed to have inherited his father's Talk no Jutsu bloodline, possessing a Silver Tongue that could make Satan go take the angel certification exam. Let him chat with a serial killer for five minutes, and the killer would make headlines the next day holding a banner reading "Charity Ambassador of the Year." If the Führer had met this man back then, Mein Kampf would have been revised into My Confession on the spot, with "Thanks to Lobster Mentor for giving me