"Once I've dealt with him, I shall avenge my imprisonment thousands of years ago. Astral, just you wait! I'll make you kneel in hell and repent for ten thousand years!"
"I'll go fir-"
"Hold it, I'm going first!" Tetsuhiro's clone cut Don Thousand off with a sinister grin.
"..." Don Thousand paused, then replied flatly, "As you wish."
"Draw! Heh heh..." Tetsuhiro's clone grinned at the cards in his hand and immediately ended his turn.
Outside the Duel Arena, Yuma and the others were stunned by that move!
"Hey, clone mister, are you copying him too?"
"How strong would you have to be to act that confident?"
"Wow, this mister must be really powerful."
"..."
"Just watch." Tetsuhiro's clone called out to them, then turned back to Don Thousand and said:
"Don't say I never gave you a chance. Going second lets you enter the Battle Phase. I suggest you summon your ace, or you'll regret it, oh esteemed deity~" He even raised his eyebrows mockingly at the end.
But a mere verbal taunt wasn't enough to shake Don Thousand's eternally impassive expression.
"A pointless trick." Don Thousand drew a card indifferently.
"I end my turn."
"You really don't listen to advice." Tetsuhiro's clone fanned himself with his cards, looking thoroughly disappointed in him.
"I'll give you one last chance. What can I say? I'm just too kind. Draw, end turn."
"Whaaat?!"
"..." Now nobody knew what to say.
"Awesome! You're amazing, clone mister! Go get him!" Only Yuma remained enthusiastic.
"This isn't about whether he's amazing." Astral's expression was deadly serious.
"It's not that simple, Yuma." Nash was just as serious.
Standing in the arena, Don Thousand finally showed a flicker of emotion in his eyes. In a thousand years, no one had ever dared treat him with such