HDN: Gameindustri's Wild Card

Chapter 11: They Have Returned.

It has been a few days since the hunt for Histoire began, and progress has been coming out frequently mixes with positive, and a negative.

"Maybe we're overlooking something, but what...?" The Wild Card mumbled to himself.

Then he thought of something.

"We're looking at it in the wrong way!" He yelled.

"What are we looking in the wrong way, exactly?" IF asked him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he was suddenly hit in the face and dropped down to the ground to where a happy little slime dog was licking his face.

He instinctively pat it's head as he smiles. "Nice to see you again, Koromaru."

The Dogoo barked happily as it nuzzles up to him with it's tail wagging happily.

"Hold on, Bluey. That's your pet!?" Neptune asked him with a shocked look on her face.

Let's just say that explaining it to her took a while for him.
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Once the chaos settled down. Minato took it upon himself to look for Histoire at Lowee.

The standing ovation isn't what he exactly wanted. Mostly because it's abandoned, and three people were in front of him.

Two men, and one lady walked up to him. But what made him uneasy is that they're all dressed with a suit, tuxedo pants, and a top hat on their heads.

It made him feel like he's looking at the members of a gentleman's club or something.

"So you finally solved the puzzle!" The man in the front told him. "We have been waiting for all of them to get it right, but it appears that it's only you."
Minato felt a little..... Offended by that.

Then the crazier one stepped up and looked at him. "It appears that only you are the smart guy!"

He's starting to feel... Unnerved from what's going on, so he took a step back and drew his lightsaber.

"You remind me of a man named: Zero. Are you his descendant by any chance?" The girl asked him.

Minato didn't know how to respond. Zero? His name is Minato Arisato! But he felt that there's more to them then what meets the eye...

"I-I'm not 'Zero'". He said to them as he pulls out the lightsaber.

But when he turned it on, it quickly short circuits in a shower of sparks! Now he doesn't have a weapon to defend himself.

"Relax, kid. My name is Yondu." The taller introduced himself. "We don't want a fight, we want a chat."

"Why?"

The man named Yondu, simply chuckled and led him inside.

"We have a lot to talk about."