[There it is. Shun can't really share the positive expression here, because if they're going back to the beginnings of this, he basically has to start with the start of the war.
Taking one more sip of his coffee before he puts it aside on the table, Shun inclines his head and begins.]
I already covered some of this the first time we met, but my world has four dimensions - Standard, Xyz, Synchro and Fusion. Most people aren't aware of the other dimensions, or weren't until recently. [As he says this, he slides his phone out of his pocket, opens something up, and then slides it down the coffee table towards Ren. There's an image on the screen, a photo of a photo, though the only real evidence of that is that there's bits of a frame barely visible at the edges of it.]
Me, Yuto and my little sister Ruri are all from the Xyz Dimension. We all went to the Spade Branch of Heartland Duel School, and though they're both a lot younger than me and had more time to think about what they wanted to do, I was already dedicating myself to being a pro duelist someday. If you don't have an equivalent in your world, call it something like a combination of an entertainer and athlete - you have to know how to draw the audience, and have the physical skill to pull off stunts with your monsters to do it, as well as the skill at the game to win while keeping things interesting. Until two years ago, that's what I'd focused myself on.
[And that's about the point his tone goes from detached to bitter.] We didn't know about the other dimensions. We were at peace. And on a day we never saw coming, the Fusion Dimension invaded us. Heartland was burned and razed to the ground, and they hunted us like animals. We'd never seen what they did to their victims before, but anyone who lost to them or couldn't fight was sealed, body and soul, into a card. Just on the first day, most of the city was as good as dead, and they never stopped the hunt. They laughed as they cut us down, civilians desperately trying to form a defense, they compared their kills like a game. To them, it was a game.
To us, it was the start of a living hell for the next two years.
[It may be becoming more obvious why Shun prompted Ren to go first. Even with this time to prepare, Shun's tone is somewhere between bitterness and strangled emotion.]
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Taking one more sip of his coffee before he puts it aside on the table, Shun inclines his head and begins.]
I already covered some of this the first time we met, but my world has four dimensions - Standard, Xyz, Synchro and Fusion. Most people aren't aware of the other dimensions, or weren't until recently. [As he says this, he slides his phone out of his pocket, opens something up, and then slides it down the coffee table towards Ren. There's an image on the screen, a photo of a photo, though the only real evidence of that is that there's bits of a frame barely visible at the edges of it.]
Me, Yuto and my little sister Ruri are all from the Xyz Dimension. We all went to the Spade Branch of Heartland Duel School, and though they're both a lot younger than me and had more time to think about what they wanted to do, I was already dedicating myself to being a pro duelist someday. If you don't have an equivalent in your world, call it something like a combination of an entertainer and athlete - you have to know how to draw the audience, and have the physical skill to pull off stunts with your monsters to do it, as well as the skill at the game to win while keeping things interesting. Until two years ago, that's what I'd focused myself on.
[And that's about the point his tone goes from detached to bitter.] We didn't know about the other dimensions. We were at peace. And on a day we never saw coming, the Fusion Dimension invaded us. Heartland was burned and razed to the ground, and they hunted us like animals. We'd never seen what they did to their victims before, but anyone who lost to them or couldn't fight was sealed, body and soul, into a card. Just on the first day, most of the city was as good as dead, and they never stopped the hunt. They laughed as they cut us down, civilians desperately trying to form a defense, they compared their kills like a game. To them, it was a game.
To us, it was the start of a living hell for the next two years.
[It may be becoming more obvious why Shun prompted Ren to go first. Even with this time to prepare, Shun's tone is somewhere between bitterness and strangled emotion.]