For a moment, an eerie silence spread through the air.
But unlike the inexplicable chill from before, the atmosphere now could only be described with one word:
"Awkward!"
"Awkward!"
"Awkward!"
Amid that hoarse yet piercing "music," Noah could only keep taking deep breaths.
He wanted to say something, but it was as though a fishbone had gotten stuck in his throat, turning his whole face red.
"Picked..."
"You..."
He seemed to want to continue, but his stalled mind left him unable to follow up.
After all, no matter how exceptional a wise man was, he probably could not accept an answer like that.
It was like scribbling all over a meticulously designed test paper...
"Forget convincing anyone with that kind of excuse. Anyone else would probably get angry."
"Are you angry?"
"No."
Watching Noah Kaiba's helpless expression, Yu Ming merely shrugged.
"Think of it this way. If you're lucky enough, you can pick up a full T1 deck with archetype support from a garbage dump or scrapyard. So why can't I pick up a few Virus Cards in a hellhole like Undying World?"
"I'd like to know who could possibly be that lucky..."
"One of my friends. His hair looks a bit like a crab."
"..."
"Of course, if you refuse to accept that answer, just assume some bald guy gave me these cards."
"What bald—"
Noah suddenly froze.
"Don't tell me it was Shadi?"
"That's right. When I was wandering around this hellhole, that guy appeared in front of me and rambled on about a whole bunch of nonsense. I still don't understand any of it."
"Tsk, that guy really is impossible to get rid of."
"..."
How should he put it? As expected of the embodiment of the Millennium Scapegoat.
Seeing Noah grow serious, Yu Ming could not