Shark [Kamishiro, Ryoga] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
deepseahunter_shark) wrote2022-01-09 12:23 pm
deepseahunter_shark) wrote2022-01-09 12:23 pm
[Story/Post]
[Story] Things had stabilized for the moment, for Shark.
Sure, the whole situation with tournaments blocking him out was annoying-- no, it was aggravating, completely infuriating-- but the fact of the matter is, no one was giving any information, and more time spent on it was time not spent on dueling in general.
In the meantime, he'd been joining tournaments that were out of the main conglomeration of cities that'd formed from the Greater Domino Area, but the ones in Domino were fine, too... so long as they were sponsored by KaibaCorp or LDS, neither of whom had issue with him, apparently.
As a result, one store had actually become a regular on his rotation of tournaments, and he'd gotten to know the people at the register and manager pretty well.
So imagine his surprise when he went in shortly after the start of the New Year to sign up for the upcoming tournaments to:
"Uh... Sorry, Shark, but you've been barred from joining anymore."
Shark's knuckles went white from how hard he was clenching his hands, obviously incensed at the situation, but the familiarity with the young man at the register held off his rage for the moment, though he could only spit out a venomous "What," at the statement.
"Ugh, it's just... you know, we've gotten to know you pretty well, and honestly, you're a great participant, it's just... We lost our KaibaCorp funding, since we've been just under the quota for the past couple years for people signing up, and the new company that offered to sponsor us made this the only stipulation. Sorry, the shop's owner made the decision, I wouldn't have tossed you away over this--"
Shark had stopped listening after a bit: "the only stipulation", he said. He'd already known it had to be targeted, but it was palatable proof that he was being attacked for something he didn't understand.
"Listen, whatever the case is, it's done, right? You guys made the right choice. I'm not worth this store keeping business going." He tried to relax his hand, steadying himself. "But can you tell me the exact terms of what this "stipulation" is, before I walk away?"
The young man at the register, seeing no harm in it (and having not been told to keep quiet otherwise) saw no reason to reject who had been otherwise a valued regular, and pulled out the paper from behind the counter, flipping through it.
"Uh, let's see... Here we go. I can't officially say who's sponsoring us now according to the restrictions set, but I can verbally tell you how they're wording this. 'The one named Kamishiro, Ryoga, also known as 'Shark', also known as 'Benetnash', sometimes shorted as "Nash", is not allowed to participate in any officially endorsed tournament, and forfeits all current claims to standings in our store's rankings. Any attempt to force or deceive to join any official tournament hosted by this store should be met with a permanent ban from the premises, and further action should involve notifying the police of trespassing.'
That help at all?" Even the young man had to wince at how harsh the wording was, expecting Shark to be angry.
But Shark had already turned around, waving his hand.
"Thanks. That helped out more than anything else ever could.
I'll try to stay out of here until I resolve this, so don't worry about 'notifying the police' about it."
Shark was already halfway out the door before the young man could get out a "Uh... no problem, then..."
And it wasn't until a block or two away that Shark turned down an alleyway...
And then punched at a trash bin, freaking out several cats who had been hiding around, but also leaving a noticeable dent, powered in part by barely kept-in-check psychic abilities leaking out just by anger alone.
"Benetnash." Shark said, spitting it out like a curse, shaking his hand from the sting resulting from the punch, his knuckles split a little from the cold and the force of impact. "That stupid submarine school is going to be the end of me, I swear."
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[Post]
I am going to hunt down and destroy everyone, minus Rio, who went to Umiirukademia at the same time as me, and nothing is going to stop me.
Sure, the whole situation with tournaments blocking him out was annoying-- no, it was aggravating, completely infuriating-- but the fact of the matter is, no one was giving any information, and more time spent on it was time not spent on dueling in general.
In the meantime, he'd been joining tournaments that were out of the main conglomeration of cities that'd formed from the Greater Domino Area, but the ones in Domino were fine, too... so long as they were sponsored by KaibaCorp or LDS, neither of whom had issue with him, apparently.
As a result, one store had actually become a regular on his rotation of tournaments, and he'd gotten to know the people at the register and manager pretty well.
So imagine his surprise when he went in shortly after the start of the New Year to sign up for the upcoming tournaments to:
"Uh... Sorry, Shark, but you've been barred from joining anymore."
Shark's knuckles went white from how hard he was clenching his hands, obviously incensed at the situation, but the familiarity with the young man at the register held off his rage for the moment, though he could only spit out a venomous "What," at the statement.
"Ugh, it's just... you know, we've gotten to know you pretty well, and honestly, you're a great participant, it's just... We lost our KaibaCorp funding, since we've been just under the quota for the past couple years for people signing up, and the new company that offered to sponsor us made this the only stipulation. Sorry, the shop's owner made the decision, I wouldn't have tossed you away over this--"
Shark had stopped listening after a bit: "the only stipulation", he said. He'd already known it had to be targeted, but it was palatable proof that he was being attacked for something he didn't understand.
"Listen, whatever the case is, it's done, right? You guys made the right choice. I'm not worth this store keeping business going." He tried to relax his hand, steadying himself. "But can you tell me the exact terms of what this "stipulation" is, before I walk away?"
The young man at the register, seeing no harm in it (and having not been told to keep quiet otherwise) saw no reason to reject who had been otherwise a valued regular, and pulled out the paper from behind the counter, flipping through it.
"Uh, let's see... Here we go. I can't officially say who's sponsoring us now according to the restrictions set, but I can verbally tell you how they're wording this. 'The one named Kamishiro, Ryoga, also known as 'Shark', also known as 'Benetnash', sometimes shorted as "Nash", is not allowed to participate in any officially endorsed tournament, and forfeits all current claims to standings in our store's rankings. Any attempt to force or deceive to join any official tournament hosted by this store should be met with a permanent ban from the premises, and further action should involve notifying the police of trespassing.'
That help at all?" Even the young man had to wince at how harsh the wording was, expecting Shark to be angry.
But Shark had already turned around, waving his hand.
"Thanks. That helped out more than anything else ever could.
I'll try to stay out of here until I resolve this, so don't worry about 'notifying the police' about it."
Shark was already halfway out the door before the young man could get out a "Uh... no problem, then..."
And it wasn't until a block or two away that Shark turned down an alleyway...
And then punched at a trash bin, freaking out several cats who had been hiding around, but also leaving a noticeable dent, powered in part by barely kept-in-check psychic abilities leaking out just by anger alone.
"Benetnash." Shark said, spitting it out like a curse, shaking his hand from the sting resulting from the punch, his knuckles split a little from the cold and the force of impact. "That stupid submarine school is going to be the end of me, I swear."
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[Post]
I am going to hunt down and destroy everyone, minus Rio, who went to Umiirukademia at the same time as me, and nothing is going to stop me.
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We're talking about a dueling school, Tsukumo.
In the end, everything is determined by it, and I'm being spat in the face by someone going out of their way to specifically stop me from dueling. By making themselves not known so much that they actually bar the stores from saying who's sponsoring them.
I've been far too lenient these past months, far too controlled. If anything, this is the perfect time to be doing some "blind anger".
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So you're just gonna hunt down every single person you went to school with and beat them up in duels until they talk?
I guess it's your choice, but there's been times I've almost run into things in blind anger and I'm glad I had someone there to stop me or talk me down, cos I know I would've made some super bad choices if they didn't.
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It is my choice, yes, I'm glad you agree with that. Not that I asked for your opinion.
If it assures you: this is even depending on if I can find any of them. If they're going out of their way to hide even their company's identity, they're not going to make themselves obvious. I can narrow it down from there, along with anyone in the area.
But nothing is going to make up for all of this wasted time. Not even after I tear them apart. Just don't assume I'm going into this completely blind.
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Okay okay, just...
... I know these people have probably been super crappy to you when you were at the school, but, there's a good chance most of them have nothing to do with you being banned from tournaments and also probably know nothing about it.
You're just gonna give them even more fuel to not like you.
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Technically, I understand how you can say that.
But when literally you breathing was enough to make them spread the word to avoid you-- that you're too dangerous to duel, that you'll just cheat, no matter what proof was put forward, no matter what investigations done, even when you left--
I feel like me going after them isn't going to change their opinion all that much.
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I mean, you might change their opinion to being even worse than what it is now and that might make things worse for you.
But... I think no matter what, I guess you've kinda made up your mind on what you want to do.
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Yeah. I have.
And again: I wasn't asking for your opinion, anyway.
Just stay out of my way, if you know what's good for you.