Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh!

New Tongshiyi City, detention center.

Two security officers walked coldly, one on the left and one on the right, holding Yusei Fudo’s arms. Yusei was sandwiched between them, calmly observing the surroundings as they walked.

Passing through the narrow metal corridor, they arrived at a vast atrium. In the center of the atrium were narrow intersecting walkways lined with countless tiny cell-like enclosures, where numerous prisoners were confined behind bars.

The common feature on each of their faces was a small yellow marking.

This was the mark that every prisoner entering the prison was required to have, and Yusei had one as well, just below his left eye.

This mark was somewhat akin to the ancient practice of tattooing prisoners’ faces, signifying them as condemned individuals of lower status. However, this mark was more advanced than tattooing, as it contained a tracking chip. No matter how far a marked prisoner fled, they couldn’t escape the tracking of the Public Security Maintenance Bureau.

Initially intended for that purpose, the mark eventually became Yusei’s personal symbol, and over time, it seemed quite fitting on him.

But that was nothing compared to Yusei’s good friend from the anime, Kro Hogan, who used the Black Feather Card Deck. His face was a masterpiece, filled with markings in almost every conceivable spot, causing those unaware to think it was some mischievous child’s abstract art...

The two guards escorted him into the detention center and then left. Yusei discreetly observed the environment for a while until someone called his name.

"Yusei!"

He turned to the voice and saw a burly man with blue hair striding towards him, with a hairstyle suggesting he was quite skilled at card games.

Axel Brodie, a former Professional Duelist. Yusei had a card duel with him as soon as he entered the prison, and as everyone knows, once you play cards together, you’re good friends.

Axel curiously asked, "Why were you transferred here too?"

They hadn’t been in this detention center before; it was only today that they were temporarily transferred here together.

Yusei glanced around: "This place is..."

Axel replied, "This is where long-term prisoners are held, unlike the temporary detention center we were in before."

Axel scratched his head with some frustration: "Long-term detention is troublesome; you can’t get out in less than half a year."

A young protégé of Axel’s in the prison complained softly: "The sentence terms are just nice-sounding words.

In reality, is there any real concept of a sentence? Once you’re in here, how many actually make it out alive?"

"What?"

Axel and Yusei both showed a slight change in expression.

The young protégé lamented: "My roommate said that about a year ago, his sentence had just three to five days left. But as the end neared, his release kept getting postponed.

Three days, ten days, a month... In the blink of an eye, nearly a year has passed, and the release is still a distant prospect."

Axel’s face darkened even more as he listened, clenching his fists in anger: "Damn it, why... We were already assigned to do forced labor.

Logically, if the labor had been performed as planned, we should have been released in a few days."

Yusei remained silent.

Axel sighed, turning to Yusei: "You need to be careful too, Yusei. I’ve heard about this long-term detention center.

The director here is named Takasumi, and he’s a nasty piece of work. They say he is unpredictable, with a violent temperament, venting his frustrations on prisoners frequently.

If you can, avoid him, don’t provoke him, or you’ll suffer, Yusei."

Yusei nodded: "I understand, thank you for the warning, Axel."

"..."

Meanwhile, their conversation was captured by the prison’s surveillance cameras. The footage was transmitted to a large screen in the surveillance control room.

A large, dark-skinned man was leaning back in the control room seat. He was scruffy with a beard, and his prison uniform sleeves were rolled up to his shoulders, revealing muscled arms, and he wore a hat too small for his bald head.

This was the infamous Director Takasumi.

And as he watched the surveillance, he was... plucking his nose hairs.

Yes, plucking nose hairs. If the world of Yu-Gi-Oh! included superpowers, Director Takasumi would likely be a mutant of the nose hair variety. In the anime, he seemed to be constantly plucking his nose hairs as if they had a Super Regeneration Ability that never allowed them to run out.

"Tch."

Director Takasumi grew increasingly annoyed as he watched Yusei and Axel on the screen, blowing the recently plucked nose hairs from his fingers everywhere.

"Trash from the Satellite District turning out to be a Dragon Sealer... what a joke."

The legend of the Red Dragon was well known in this world, and Director Takasumi had heard of it too.

It was said that the Red Dragon was a god protecting humanity for generations, occasionally choosing its Deputy in the world, granting them the Dragon Seal as a mark, allowing them to use its power to combat Evil.

A day ago, news from the headquarters of the Public Security Maintenance Bureau informed Takasumi that Yusei Fudo was most likely a Dragon Sealer.

Director Takasumi was furious at the news.

How could this be?

The Satellite District’s trash was considered the lowest of the low in the entire city, scum that even the most destitute failures in the main city would trample on...

Such a person could be a Dragon Sealer?

Director Takasumi couldn’t accept it.

However, the Public Security Maintenance Bureau then issued further instructions.

"Take him out."

The petite, pale-faced Deputy Director of the Public Security Maintenance Bureau said sinisterly.

"That’s the commander’s decision. But try not to make a big scene, keep it low-key, preferably making him disappear without a trace."

The clown paused, squinting as he spoke.

"Or to be more specific, especially don’t let New Tongshiyi’s King, Jack Atlas, find out. Understand?

If I find out the news reached the King’s ears someday... hee hee hee, you know the consequences."

Takasumi shivered at the deputy’s stare, immediately snapping to attention: "Y-yes! Sir!

I guarantee your satisfaction."

To think, this Satellite District trash might not only be a Dragon Sealer but also connected to New Tongshiyi’s highest Duel King, Jack Atlas.

The King actually cared about the fate of such a scum.

Takasumi gritted his teeth, growing angrier at the thought.

Of course, it was still little known that the city’s Duel King, Jack, was also born in the Satellite District and was personally discovered by Tongshiyi City’s official, Godwin.

Takasumi gazed at Yusei on the monitor for a moment, then sneered.

Well, since the higher-ups want him gone, any action on his part shouldn’t matter, right?

They say Dragon Sealers are chosen by destiny.

Heh, I’ll make sure you understand, regardless of being a Dragon Sealer, trash is still trash.