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Chapter 470: Marik is Super Brave!
At the KC Cup, how did KaibaCorp, the organizer, Industrial Illusions, the co-organizer, and the Governor, who didn't want his political career to end there, manage to suppress the large-scale fainting incident involving over ten thousand people?
The answer was a gas leak.
All that talk about "Duel Monster Materialization" was just an illusion, an illusion caused by gas poisoning. The few casualties were also because they inhaled too much gas and died, which was perfectly reasonable.
And they even found someone to take the blame: Zigfried von Schroeder, the President of Schroeder Corporation, who participated in the KC Cup under a disguise.
As for his reason for doing so, "jealousy of KaibaCorp" and "profit conflict" were sufficient. Moreover, he participated in the KC Cup, which was open to everyone, while concealing his name, making his suspicion exceptionally high.
Let alone the onlookers who didn't know the truth, even Kaiba himself, who issued the public relations statement, believed it.
New York, on the streets of Times Square.
"I really didn't expect Zigfried to do something like that."
"Heh, those rich people are always like this. They don't care about other people's lives for the sake of their jealousy. He's a capitalist and a noble; that guy has stacked all the buffs."
"But KaibaCorp is really unlucky. They invested so much here and ran into something like this, and it just had to be Schroeder Corporation that did it. It was completely unavoidable."
"Fake business war: Strategizing, seizing the initiative, using economic gap to short the stock market; Real business war: The President himself directly participates in poisoning, and gets caught if the poisoning fails."
"But after this, KaibaCorp probably won't expand its business in America anymore, right?"
"You're thinking too much. How could capital give up a market no one occupies? I even think there's a high possibility KaibaCorp will use this incident to play the victim..."
Hayato, sitting at a plastic table at a roadside snack stall, watched the two passersby walk further and further away. He put the french fries he was holding in his mouth, savoring the aroma of the potato, the creamy taste of the butter, and the sweet and sourness of the ketchup intertwining in his mouth.
Unlike Hayato, who liked to savor them one by one, Marik, sitting across from him, preferred to grab a large handful and stuff them into his mouth, enjoying the crispy texture from frying more than the seasoning.
Swallowing the large mouthful he had just stuffed in, Marik turned his head and looked at the two people who had just passed by and were walking away. He sneered, "Self-righteously commenting on KaibaCorp and Schroeder Corporation's affairs, when they can't even tell if the shoes on their feet are real or fake because they're so dirty."
"They should be real, right? After all, those two seem to be going to play basketball? It's pretty malicious to say someone's shoes are fake on the court." Hayato clapped his hands indifferent, dusting off the salt stuck to his palm. He looked at Marik, "Speaking of you, you actually ran out of the Hospital."
"Hehe, I couldn't stand being stuck in bed. I ran out while my older sister wasn't paying attention," Marik said with a smug smile, grabbing another handful of french fries.
Although Marik was laughing ostentatiously, Hayato hadn't forgotten the aggrieved look on Marik's face when Ishizu lectured him after he was sent to the Hospital.
Among Marik, Rishid, and Ishizu, Rishid was the oldest.
Although there's a saying, "An older brother is like a father," Rishid's upbringing had always been one of a servant. Even though Marik had always regarded him as his own older brother, and Ishizu, as the family head of the Ishtar Family, had officially bestowed the surname "Ishtar" upon Rishid, he still saw himself as a servant.
While very grateful for Ishizu's forgiveness and thankful that Marik considered him a brother, Rishid always had a sense of inferiority. It was fine for him to obey the orders of the two siblings, but asking him to point out and scold Marik's reckless behavior and mistakes was too difficult for him.
However, just because Rishid wouldn't scold Marik didn't mean Ishizu wouldn't.
Although Ishizu's own personality was relatively gentle, gentleness didn't mean weakness. Having lost Marik once before, and even almost watching her younger brother die, Ishizu was now quite strict with the reformed Marik.
It wasn't that she would get angry; she would just point out the errors in Marik's actions again and again. Although not sharp, it was like cutting flesh with a dull knife, using Marik's own guilt to make him uncomfortable.
It could be said to be very much in the traditional underworld style of the Tomb Keepers. Not only dueling had to be shady, but even talking had to be shady; only then could it be considered healthy.
Marik's reckless act of risking his life this time, although the outcome was good – everyone was saved, there were no casualties except for a few accidental sacrifices, and Marik himself wasn't in any danger – he was still thoroughly lectured by Ishizu.
Having started his second life, Marik understood the preciousness of family affection more than his rebellious past self. Therefore, he naturally took Ishizu's lecture obediently without any resistance. However, although he could clearly feel Ishizu's concern for him in her words, it didn't prevent Marik from feeling annoyed.
"Speaking of which, it's all your fault, Brother-in-law. You told older sister and made her come to America too." Marik pulled a long face. "If you had helped me keep it a secret, this would have just been a secret between the two of us. Maybe I would have even helped you pursue older sister later, huh, I got lectured, it's all your fault."
"So how many times do I have to tell you? Who's your Brother-in-law? We haven't even gotten anywhere yet."
Hayato stopped halfway through his sentence. His mobile phone in his pocket vibrated slightly, and a dark humor smile involuntarily appeared on his face, though he forced himself to suppress it. Standing up from his seat, Hayato took the last handful of french fries and stuffed them into his mouth like Marik, eating them in a few bites. He said to Marik:
"Forget it. But since you're out, want to come somewhere with me? I'll take you to see some good stuff."
"Good stuff? Is it a new game?"
"Nah~, it's even better good stuff than a new game. You'll know once you come with me."
Hayato pulled his hand out of his pocket, flicking a paper slip held between his fingertips. The paper slip read "177A Bleecker Street, Greenwich Village, New York."
Although the KC Cup was held in San Francisco, which was more than a little distance from New York where Hayato and Marik currently were, this had to be traced back to the incident at the KC Cup.
KaibaCorp's public relations attitude in handling this "Gas Leak" anomaly was quite sincere. Not only did they publicly announce that their Kaiba Land in America would be open to the public for free for a month, but they also stated they would be responsible for the health of all affected audience members.
KaibaCorp promised that victims who purchased Spectator Area tickets on the day of the incident could receive medical assistance provided by KaibaCorp by presenting their tickets, or directly receive compensation in the form of mental damage compensation valued less than the medical service quote.
In other words, they were using money to settle the matter. And coincidentally, KaibaCorp was not short on money.
Of course, among the simple folk of America, there were some opportunistic individuals with active minds who wanted to take advantage of this to blackmail KaibaCorp and extort a large sum of money. This was when KaibaCorp's legal team came into use.
Not only did the blackmail fail, but these people were also labeled by Kaiba's legal team as "taking advantage of the fire" and "incited by someone with malicious intent," which actually helped KaibaCorp escape the crisis faster.
Of course, such people were only a minority. Most people felt that just fainting for a short time and losing nothing, then getting a large sum of money, was incredibly satisfying. And among these, only a portion were suspicious and worried about their body, choosing to enjoy a very comprehensive medical examination.
Although some also chose this option because they felt the value of the medical service was higher than taking the money directly.
However, as is well known, although KaibaCorp was once an arms conglomerate, it had actually expanded its business into the medical field long before Kaiba took over, when the corporation was still in Gozaburo Kaiba's hands. It just wasn't openly merged into KaibaCorp but operated as a separate company, an alternate form.
Although Gozaburo Kaiba's original goal was to research the human body, specifically the connection between the brain and electronic signals, he actually didn't expect the medical industry could generate such huge profit if it was slightly unscrupulous, especially since KaibaCorp's main business was selling weapons that harmed people.
Selling weapons that harmed others with one hand, and selling medicine for people after they were harmed with the other, was like a malt candy seller also selling insulin; it was truly a huge profit.
And after Gozaburo Kaiba's death, KaibaCorp fell into Kaiba's hands, and so did that medical corporation. This is where it came into use. Although the quote for medical services was high, Kaiba actually only paid the cost price, which was even cheaper than giving money directly. Kaiba was happy that those patients provided business for his Hospital.
Another reason why the Hospital's quote was so high was that the Hospital controlled by this medical corporation was not actually in San Francisco, where prices were already high enough, but in New York, where prices were much higher than in California. Many people, including Tristan and Marik, were sent here to receive medical services.
Before Marik was sent away, Hayato had also sent a message to Ishizu, telling her what happened at the KC Cup. So, shortly after Marik was sent to the Hospital in New York, Ishizu also arrived in New York by flight.
This led to the scene at the beginning, where Marik, feeling uncomfortable due to guilt psychology, escaped from the Hospital and found Hayato eating french fries in Times Square.
Hayato wasn't just leisurely doing nothing; the paper slip in his hand was actually his purpose for today. This paper slip was given to him by Samejima, whom he had also met at the KC Cup, telling him to go to this address.
Manhattan, where Times Square is located, is not too far from Greenwich Village. Taking a streetcar, Marik and Hayato took less than an hour to reach Bleecker Street, where Hayato was headed.
Walking down the street, Marik looked at Hayato, then looked at the passersby around them who were indifferent to Hayato's appearance. He said strangely, "I remember Duel Monsters should be very popular here in America, right?"
"Yeah, look over there." Hayato pointed to a Park on the side of the street. In the Park, which should have been occupied by couples and resting passersby, there were now many Duel Monsters enthusiasts standing on the Duel Platform within the Park, dueling with their Decks.
"For victory, I will give up my old friend, **Death-defying Swordsman**, and tribute it to summon a deity! Come forth, **Mystical Elf**!"
"What, it's the invincible **Mystical Elf**! Damn it, you won again."
"Heh heh, that was an interesting duel."
Although some duelists in the Park were overly enthusiastic, their voices reaching Marik standing outside the Park from a distance, he wanted to rant about something else even more.
"If that's the case, these people should have at least watched Brother-in-law's duel replays from Battle City, right? Why didn't anyone recognize you walking down the street?!"
Hayato pushed up his glasses on his nose: "Of course, it's because of my perfect disguise."
"What kind of disguise is just a pair of glasses!?"
"You wouldn't understand this. Americans are just like that. A pair of glasses can make people unable to connect a Reporter in a suit with an alien wearing underwear outside. Similar disguises include, even though your chin looks like a pair of buttocks, as long as you cover the upper half of your face, no one will be able to tell who that hoarse-voiced bat-suited weirdo is."
Hayato was bluffing Marik, the professional rant character. The two walked side-by-side down the street, looking for the house number 177A. It didn't take long before they reached a Dojo with an eastern aesthetic renovation. A plaque with "Cyber Style" hung in front of the Dojo, although it was a strange trilingual (Chinese, Japanese, English) plaque.
"Hmm, I think this is it." Putting the paper slip back in his pocket, Hayato secretly glanced at his mobile phone, whose screen had been on, while Marik was looking at the Dojo in front of him and wasn't paying attention.
"Cyber Style?" Marik examined the Dojo in front of him. "Is it Samejima's 'Cyber Style'? Interesting."
Marik also knew Samejima. They had met in the qualifiers of the KC Cup and could be said to be confidants who met too late, regretting not meeting sooner. When the two underworld duelists faced off, it was incredibly thrilling. You grind my life points, I negate your cards, even the great dao was worn away.
"But is this place really 'Cyber Style'? I remember Samejima said 'Cyber Style' has been passed down for many generations, but this place looks quite new?" As he spoke, Marik stepped closer to the pillar in front of the door before Hayato. "Even the paint is new, it hasn't dried yet."
"It seems that recent duelists are less willing to undergo the 'Cyber Style' training that emphasizes hard work and tempering for Apprentices. That guy Samejima found inspiration from some novels and, as the current Master, divided it into Inner Gate and Outer Gate." Hayato shrugged, not mentioning that it was actually his suggestion to Samejima.
"The Inner Gate is for core disciples willing to endure hardship, while the Outer Gate just collects some tuition fee and casually teaches non-core content. After all, the Apprentices' tuition fee is a major part of the Dojo's income."
"Making money, it's not shameful."
Marik pouted, "It is shameful, very f*cking shameful. This Samejima is too pathetic."
Marik, who had personally disbanded his own organization, looked disdainful.
Just then, a gentle palm rested on Marik's shoulder, and a female voice entered his ear: "So, you're very brave?"
"Just kidding, I'm super brave," Marik replied subconsciously, then realized something was wrong.
This voice didn't sound like Hayato's flamboyant voice; it sounded like a woman's.
Turning his head, Marik was almost scared out of his wits: "Sis... sister?! Why are you here!?"
Watching Marik being held by the shoulder by Ishizu with a kind face, Hayato stood aside and casually turned off the location sync on his mobile phone. He whistled as if it had nothing to do with him, ignoring Marik's pleading gaze, and walked into the "Cyber Style" Dojo.
Just as Marik had seen before, Hayato turned his back to Marik and waved his hand.
At the KC Cup, how did KaibaCorp, the organizer, Industrial Illusions, the co-organizer, and the Governor, who didn't want his political career to end there, manage to suppress the large-scale fainting incident involving over ten thousand people?
The answer was a gas leak.
All that talk about "Duel Monster Materialization" was just an illusion, an illusion caused by gas poisoning. The few casualties were also because they inhaled too much gas and died, which was perfectly reasonable.
And they even found someone to take the blame: Zigfried von Schroeder, the President of Schroeder Corporation, who participated in the KC Cup under a disguise.
As for his reason for doing so, "jealousy of KaibaCorp" and "profit conflict" were sufficient. Moreover, he participated in the KC Cup, which was open to everyone, while concealing his name, making his suspicion exceptionally high.
Let alone the onlookers who didn't know the truth, even Kaiba himself, who issued the public relations statement, believed it.
New York, on the streets of Times Square.
"I really didn't expect Zigfried to do something like that."
"Heh, those rich people are always like this. They don't care about other people's lives for the sake of their jealousy. He's a capitalist and a noble; that guy has stacked all the buffs."
"But KaibaCorp is really unlucky. They invested so much here and ran into something like this, and it just had to be Schroeder Corporation that did it. It was completely unavoidable."
"Fake business war: Strategizing, seizing the initiative, using economic gap to short the stock market; Real business war: The President himself directly participates in poisoning, and gets caught if the poisoning fails."
"But after this, KaibaCorp probably won't expand its business in America anymore, right?"
"You're thinking too much. How could capital give up a market no one occupies? I even think there's a high possibility KaibaCorp will use this incident to play the victim..."
Hayato, sitting at a plastic table at a roadside snack stall, watched the two passersby walk further and further away. He put the french fries he was holding in his mouth, savoring the aroma of the potato, the creamy taste of the butter, and the sweet and sourness of the ketchup intertwining in his mouth.
Unlike Hayato, who liked to savor them one by one, Marik, sitting across from him, preferred to grab a large handful and stuff them into his mouth, enjoying the crispy texture from frying more than the seasoning.
Swallowing the large mouthful he had just stuffed in, Marik turned his head and looked at the two people who had just passed by and were walking away. He sneered, "Self-righteously commenting on KaibaCorp and Schroeder Corporation's affairs, when they can't even tell if the shoes on their feet are real or fake because they're so dirty."
"They should be real, right? After all, those two seem to be going to play basketball? It's pretty malicious to say someone's shoes are fake on the court." Hayato clapped his hands indifferent, dusting off the salt stuck to his palm. He looked at Marik, "Speaking of you, you actually ran out of the Hospital."
"Hehe, I couldn't stand being stuck in bed. I ran out while my older sister wasn't paying attention," Marik said with a smug smile, grabbing another handful of french fries.
Although Marik was laughing ostentatiously, Hayato hadn't forgotten the aggrieved look on Marik's face when Ishizu lectured him after he was sent to the Hospital.
Among Marik, Rishid, and Ishizu, Rishid was the oldest.
Although there's a saying, "An older brother is like a father," Rishid's upbringing had always been one of a servant. Even though Marik had always regarded him as his own older brother, and Ishizu, as the family head of the Ishtar Family, had officially bestowed the surname "Ishtar" upon Rishid, he still saw himself as a servant.
While very grateful for Ishizu's forgiveness and thankful that Marik considered him a brother, Rishid always had a sense of inferiority. It was fine for him to obey the orders of the two siblings, but asking him to point out and scold Marik's reckless behavior and mistakes was too difficult for him.
However, just because Rishid wouldn't scold Marik didn't mean Ishizu wouldn't.
Although Ishizu's own personality was relatively gentle, gentleness didn't mean weakness. Having lost Marik once before, and even almost watching her younger brother die, Ishizu was now quite strict with the reformed Marik.
It wasn't that she would get angry; she would just point out the errors in Marik's actions again and again. Although not sharp, it was like cutting flesh with a dull knife, using Marik's own guilt to make him uncomfortable.
It could be said to be very much in the traditional underworld style of the Tomb Keepers. Not only dueling had to be shady, but even talking had to be shady; only then could it be considered healthy.
Marik's reckless act of risking his life this time, although the outcome was good – everyone was saved, there were no casualties except for a few accidental sacrifices, and Marik himself wasn't in any danger – he was still thoroughly lectured by Ishizu.
Having started his second life, Marik understood the preciousness of family affection more than his rebellious past self. Therefore, he naturally took Ishizu's lecture obediently without any resistance. However, although he could clearly feel Ishizu's concern for him in her words, it didn't prevent Marik from feeling annoyed.
"Speaking of which, it's all your fault, Brother-in-law. You told older sister and made her come to America too." Marik pulled a long face. "If you had helped me keep it a secret, this would have just been a secret between the two of us. Maybe I would have even helped you pursue older sister later, huh, I got lectured, it's all your fault."
"So how many times do I have to tell you? Who's your Brother-in-law? We haven't even gotten anywhere yet."
Hayato stopped halfway through his sentence. His mobile phone in his pocket vibrated slightly, and a dark humor smile involuntarily appeared on his face, though he forced himself to suppress it. Standing up from his seat, Hayato took the last handful of french fries and stuffed them into his mouth like Marik, eating them in a few bites. He said to Marik:
"Forget it. But since you're out, want to come somewhere with me? I'll take you to see some good stuff."
"Good stuff? Is it a new game?"
"Nah~, it's even better good stuff than a new game. You'll know once you come with me."
Hayato pulled his hand out of his pocket, flicking a paper slip held between his fingertips. The paper slip read "177A Bleecker Street, Greenwich Village, New York."
Although the KC Cup was held in San Francisco, which was more than a little distance from New York where Hayato and Marik currently were, this had to be traced back to the incident at the KC Cup.
KaibaCorp's public relations attitude in handling this "Gas Leak" anomaly was quite sincere. Not only did they publicly announce that their Kaiba Land in America would be open to the public for free for a month, but they also stated they would be responsible for the health of all affected audience members.
KaibaCorp promised that victims who purchased Spectator Area tickets on the day of the incident could receive medical assistance provided by KaibaCorp by presenting their tickets, or directly receive compensation in the form of mental damage compensation valued less than the medical service quote.
In other words, they were using money to settle the matter. And coincidentally, KaibaCorp was not short on money.
Of course, among the simple folk of America, there were some opportunistic individuals with active minds who wanted to take advantage of this to blackmail KaibaCorp and extort a large sum of money. This was when KaibaCorp's legal team came into use.
Not only did the blackmail fail, but these people were also labeled by Kaiba's legal team as "taking advantage of the fire" and "incited by someone with malicious intent," which actually helped KaibaCorp escape the crisis faster.
Of course, such people were only a minority. Most people felt that just fainting for a short time and losing nothing, then getting a large sum of money, was incredibly satisfying. And among these, only a portion were suspicious and worried about their body, choosing to enjoy a very comprehensive medical examination.
Although some also chose this option because they felt the value of the medical service was higher than taking the money directly.
However, as is well known, although KaibaCorp was once an arms conglomerate, it had actually expanded its business into the medical field long before Kaiba took over, when the corporation was still in Gozaburo Kaiba's hands. It just wasn't openly merged into KaibaCorp but operated as a separate company, an alternate form.
Although Gozaburo Kaiba's original goal was to research the human body, specifically the connection between the brain and electronic signals, he actually didn't expect the medical industry could generate such huge profit if it was slightly unscrupulous, especially since KaibaCorp's main business was selling weapons that harmed people.
Selling weapons that harmed others with one hand, and selling medicine for people after they were harmed with the other, was like a malt candy seller also selling insulin; it was truly a huge profit.
And after Gozaburo Kaiba's death, KaibaCorp fell into Kaiba's hands, and so did that medical corporation. This is where it came into use. Although the quote for medical services was high, Kaiba actually only paid the cost price, which was even cheaper than giving money directly. Kaiba was happy that those patients provided business for his Hospital.
Another reason why the Hospital's quote was so high was that the Hospital controlled by this medical corporation was not actually in San Francisco, where prices were already high enough, but in New York, where prices were much higher than in California. Many people, including Tristan and Marik, were sent here to receive medical services.
Before Marik was sent away, Hayato had also sent a message to Ishizu, telling her what happened at the KC Cup. So, shortly after Marik was sent to the Hospital in New York, Ishizu also arrived in New York by flight.
This led to the scene at the beginning, where Marik, feeling uncomfortable due to guilt psychology, escaped from the Hospital and found Hayato eating french fries in Times Square.
Hayato wasn't just leisurely doing nothing; the paper slip in his hand was actually his purpose for today. This paper slip was given to him by Samejima, whom he had also met at the KC Cup, telling him to go to this address.
Manhattan, where Times Square is located, is not too far from Greenwich Village. Taking a streetcar, Marik and Hayato took less than an hour to reach Bleecker Street, where Hayato was headed.
Walking down the street, Marik looked at Hayato, then looked at the passersby around them who were indifferent to Hayato's appearance. He said strangely, "I remember Duel Monsters should be very popular here in America, right?"
"Yeah, look over there." Hayato pointed to a Park on the side of the street. In the Park, which should have been occupied by couples and resting passersby, there were now many Duel Monsters enthusiasts standing on the Duel Platform within the Park, dueling with their Decks.
"For victory, I will give up my old friend, **Death-defying Swordsman**, and tribute it to summon a deity! Come forth, **Mystical Elf**!"
"What, it's the invincible **Mystical Elf**! Damn it, you won again."
"Heh heh, that was an interesting duel."
Although some duelists in the Park were overly enthusiastic, their voices reaching Marik standing outside the Park from a distance, he wanted to rant about something else even more.
"If that's the case, these people should have at least watched Brother-in-law's duel replays from Battle City, right? Why didn't anyone recognize you walking down the street?!"
Hayato pushed up his glasses on his nose: "Of course, it's because of my perfect disguise."
"What kind of disguise is just a pair of glasses!?"
"You wouldn't understand this. Americans are just like that. A pair of glasses can make people unable to connect a Reporter in a suit with an alien wearing underwear outside. Similar disguises include, even though your chin looks like a pair of buttocks, as long as you cover the upper half of your face, no one will be able to tell who that hoarse-voiced bat-suited weirdo is."
Hayato was bluffing Marik, the professional rant character. The two walked side-by-side down the street, looking for the house number 177A. It didn't take long before they reached a Dojo with an eastern aesthetic renovation. A plaque with "Cyber Style" hung in front of the Dojo, although it was a strange trilingual (Chinese, Japanese, English) plaque.
"Hmm, I think this is it." Putting the paper slip back in his pocket, Hayato secretly glanced at his mobile phone, whose screen had been on, while Marik was looking at the Dojo in front of him and wasn't paying attention.
"Cyber Style?" Marik examined the Dojo in front of him. "Is it Samejima's 'Cyber Style'? Interesting."
Marik also knew Samejima. They had met in the qualifiers of the KC Cup and could be said to be confidants who met too late, regretting not meeting sooner. When the two underworld duelists faced off, it was incredibly thrilling. You grind my life points, I negate your cards, even the great dao was worn away.
"But is this place really 'Cyber Style'? I remember Samejima said 'Cyber Style' has been passed down for many generations, but this place looks quite new?" As he spoke, Marik stepped closer to the pillar in front of the door before Hayato. "Even the paint is new, it hasn't dried yet."
"It seems that recent duelists are less willing to undergo the 'Cyber Style' training that emphasizes hard work and tempering for Apprentices. That guy Samejima found inspiration from some novels and, as the current Master, divided it into Inner Gate and Outer Gate." Hayato shrugged, not mentioning that it was actually his suggestion to Samejima.
"The Inner Gate is for core disciples willing to endure hardship, while the Outer Gate just collects some tuition fee and casually teaches non-core content. After all, the Apprentices' tuition fee is a major part of the Dojo's income."
"Making money, it's not shameful."
Marik pouted, "It is shameful, very f*cking shameful. This Samejima is too pathetic."
Marik, who had personally disbanded his own organization, looked disdainful.
Just then, a gentle palm rested on Marik's shoulder, and a female voice entered his ear: "So, you're very brave?"
"Just kidding, I'm super brave," Marik replied subconsciously, then realized something was wrong.
This voice didn't sound like Hayato's flamboyant voice; it sounded like a woman's.
Turning his head, Marik was almost scared out of his wits: "Sis... sister?! Why are you here!?"
Watching Marik being held by the shoulder by Ishizu with a kind face, Hayato stood aside and casually turned off the location sync on his mobile phone. He whistled as if it had nothing to do with him, ignoring Marik's pleading gaze, and walked into the "Cyber Style" Dojo.
Just as Marik had seen before, Hayato turned his back to Marik and waved his hand.
