Five months after the finale of Spiral Terra, Ryuuga finds himself having issues between his life as the new King of the Heiwa Royalty and everything else, despite knowing he must balance everything for Heiwa's sake. Everything changes when a person...
"Or the Incomplete Arcana's The Fool." Mayuri's smile became a grin and his eyes, previously closed, became slight open, just enough to see the reaction of those around him.
"I see..." Ryuuga answered. Returning the pen and paper in his hands to Mayuri, he got up from his crouching position. "Would you kindly tell us where your main headquarters are?"
"I won. Now complete your end of the bargain. If you want to prove yourself to your 'Boss' so much, then be as honourable as he is and tell us where your headquarters are. And don't try to do anything funny like only telling us the name of the country." Ryuuga said.
"Fine... It's New York. New York, United States of America." Mayuri answered.
"This was our first win against the Incomplete Arcana. We know where they are now. And while we know that, there's still alot we don't know. Where in New York? How many other members? Decks they use? Their names? The only confirmed members are Gin and Mayuri, The World and The Fool, and as for whether or not Fujiko is with them, we can only assume she is. But despite all of that, this is just the beginning. This is the start of our war against the Incomplete Arcana!" Ryuuga exclaimed.
(Opening)
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"I've said it. I'm leaving. I won't get anything done with my life if I stay stuck here. You should start thinking about what to do with your life too. In no time, you'll be done with high school."
"What? You can't actually be serious! I know you talked about leaving and whatnot, but I never imagined you would actually go on with it!"
"You know I was never joking about it. Now is the ideal moment to leave. I'm sorry bro, but you can't try to change my mind. I've made up my decision."
"Joe."
"Don't leave! You can't!"
"Hey, Joe."
"Please, don't leave! Please!"
"Joe, wake up!" Abbacchio exclaimed. In one moment, his right arm was lifted, and in the very next, his right hand swung down, meeting with Joe's face in a slap.
"WHAT-" Joe yelled in response, rubbing his face with his left hand. "What the hell was that for, you mama mia pasta Mario cunt?!"
"It's a very important thing. Look at your hand!"
"What is it-" Joe's eyes widened. He looked at the palm of his left hand, notcig blacks marks on it. "This... This... YOU SONS OF BITCHES!" He yelled again. He pulled out his phone and looked at his reflection. On his face, someone had draw a large beard with a marker, but the paint didn't had enough time to completly dry out so there was a mark on the side of Joe's hand. "THIS IS WHY I WORE MASKS, GODDAMMIT!"
Abbacchio laughed as he looked at Joe head off into the plane's bathroom to wash up his face. "That was priceless and a good use of the ink of an expensive marker."
