K I threw together a translation for the new es21 anniversary chapter! There's probably mistakes and some awkward phrasing because I always end up prioritizing accuracy over flow rip. Hopefully the way I've formatted this isn't a total pain to read. I recommend looking at the page first, and then referring to the translation when you can't read something. I skipped any panels that don't have dialogue/text so just reading the translations might be confusing.
Anyway it's under the cut!
(Lol sorry I didn't bother translating character blurbs on the right)
Page 1
Panel 1: Announcer: âNoooooww, thereâs barely any time left on the clock! This final play will decide the outcome of the match!!â
Panel 2: âOne of these teams will command the University American Football World!!
Panel 3: Which one will it be!?
Panel 4: Two star players who once fought together now face offâ
Panel 5: in this Final Decisive Matchâ
Page 2-3
Panel 1: Eyeshield 21 aka: Kobayakawa Sena!! VS. The Commander from Hell: Hiruma Yoichi!!
Panel 2: Set, Hut!!!
Cover page (4-5): Their First Collision!! Sena [Eyeshield 21] and Hiruma [the one who named him (literally the âparentâ who named him)]â
Page 6
Panel 1: [Some months earlierâ]
Panel 3: DEVILBAT GHOST!!
Page 7
Panel 1: TRIDENT TACKLE!!!
Page 8-9
Panel 1: The ball was fumbled!! Whichever team manages to claim it will winâŚ.!!
Panel 2: [An American Football rule you can understand in 1 SECOND]
Devilbat: YAâHAâ Itâs stupidly simple! Carry the ball to the enemy line and score (a touchdown)!
DB jr.: You can get around 7 points!
Panel 4: Monta: CATCH MAX!!!
Panel 5: Suzuna: YAâ!!!
Panel 6: Announcer: The Kanto representatives for the Japanese National American Football University Championships is the team lead by Eyeshield 21 aka. Kobayakawa Senaâ the Enma FiresâŚ..!!!!
Page 10
Panel 1: Sakuraba: You really got revenge on us this year. Itâs frustrating but it was our total defeatâŚ.!
Panel 2: Sena: Though, one-on-one, for the most part I couldnât really get past you (Shin-san) until the very endâŚ
Panel 4: Shin: undecipherable
Panel 6: Ootawara: OOOOHHHHH MAKE SURE YOU HIT THEM HARD ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US, KURITAâ!!
Panel 7: Takami: Finally, youâve earned the right to challenge the undefeated champions
Page 11
Panel 1 & 2: Takami: The championship finals against the team lead by Hiruma, the Saikyodai Wizardsâ at the Koushien BowlâŚ.!!!
Panel 3: Sena: YesâŚ.!!
Page 12
Panel 4: Monta: Mukya! What the hell, we canât get into the club room!
Riku: Looks like we have a few visitorsâ
Panel 5: Crowd: The United States Presidentâs son?? Even SP (I believe this is a tv channel) is hereâŚ
Page 13
Panel 3: Sena: T-this is way too crazyâŚ
Kurita: To clear away people like thisâŚ..
Page 14
PanelâŚ2?: Hiruma: Kekekekeke, youâre late fucking Fatty and fucking Shrimps
Panel 3: Kurita: HIRUMA!
Sena: âsan!!
Monta: And that guyâs from the American Match, the ultimate boss⌠wait actually, heâs a NFL player now!
Page 15
Panel 1: Itâs the Presidentâs Junior, Mr. DonâŚ.!!
Panel 2: Don: An ordinary person goes to a foreign country to run rampant for their own entertainment. A champion (or king lol) goes to a foreign country to express his respect.
Panel 3: Don: In this country, it seems excessive meddling from pros in the affairs of amateurs isnât appreciated, so Iâll get straight to the heart of the matter.
Panel 4: Don: Together we will fight and acquire the throne. Iâve come to welcome/receive one hero.
Panel 6: Kurita: ??
Monta: What does that mean?
Sena: Isnât this excessive meddlingâŚ..
Page 16
Panel 1: Crack!
Panel 2: Sena: âŚ.?? Inside my shoulder padâŚ
Panel 3: Sena: What is this, itâs tiny⌠A white chip?
Monta: Ooh, itâs in our shoulder pads too!!
Riku: Since whenâŚ
Panel 4: Hiruma: Itâs called an RFID (radio frequency identification (apparently lol)) chip. When you have this onâ
Panel 5: Glasses: The current location of each player can be determined and measured by inches. Stats like speed and acceleration, it can analyze all data in real time.
Enma Babes (presumably): A SCI-FI MACHINE LIKE THAT EXISTS!?
Page 17
Panel 1: Don: Thereâs nothing Sci-Fi about it. Within the NFL world, all players have been using this for a number of years now.
Sena & Monta: REALLY!!?
Hiruma: They even have them inside the balls. Since you can measure the rotations that way
Devibat: Itâs true!!
DB jr.: The actual pro sports world sure is turning into something amazing!
Panel 2: Riku: So, this data analysis chipâŚ
Panel 3: Riku: Why are they in our protective equipment�?
Sena: I mean, thereâs only one person in this world who would be devilish enough to quietly do something like thatâŚ
Panel 4: Glasses: With this hoard of collected data, and by using the help of something like Google Brain, we can rely on machine learning toâ
Sena: Goo⌠what? Machine�?
Panel 5: Don: How sad~ Oohh, AI, AI! Civilization has simply taken the human privilege of âthinkingâ, and given it up to machines.
Page 18
Panel 1: Don: Most of all, humanityâs been dulled by favoritism, politics and social correctness. Well, compared to a slow/primitive ruler, itâs (AI) infinitely more reliable.
Panel 2: [For our team to reach victory, what kind of player is indispensable? The answer provided by the AI wasâ]
Panel 3: A running back with the speed of light! Orâ A phantasmagoric (look it up) quarterback!
Panel 5: Glasses: International Player Pass Way Program. In short, there is one slot available for a foreign student trainee as the Japanese representative.
Don: Which means that we would be receiving you into our team.
Page 19
Panel 1: Kobayakawa Sena, Hiruma Yoichi: between the two of you, only oneâ
Page 20
Panel 3: (I believe this is some sort of form that Sena filled out about what he wants to pursue after graduationâ he says after graduation he wants to become a pro American Football athlete)
Panel 4: Hiruma: With my physical abilities, I wonât be able to get into the NFL the usual way.
Panel 5: Hiruma: Obviously, Iâll struggle for the top even if it kills me. Thatâs the thing that makes it funâŚ.!
Page 21
Panel 1: Don: When I consulted the man at the top, Panther, about which one to pickâ he gave me a truly straightforward answer.
Panel 2: Panther: Hm? Well theyâre going to have a confrontation directly in the Koshien Bowl, arenât they?
Panel 3: Panther: Sena VS. Hiruma!! Weâll just take whoever wins. Because, isnât that American FootballâŚ!!
Page 22
Panel 1: Sena: âŚâŚ this contest against Hiruma-san, Iâm glad that itâs an American football match.
Panel 2: Sena: If it wasnât, thereâs no way I could win against Hiruma-san, youâd bring out your blackmail book and in an instantâŚ.
Hiruma: Kekeke, seems like you understand the situation reeeeal well
Panel 3: Sena: I mean, whether itâs Don-sanâs AI verdict or the pro tryoutsâ if you put your mind to it, you could use your blackmail book to get whatever you wanted. But, Hiruma-san, when it comes to American football, youâve alwaysâŚ. youâve alwaysâ
Panel 5: Toss~
Panel 6: Hiruma: Well, since Iâm going to win against you and become a top pro, I donât need this thing.
Page 23
Panel 5: Sena: But, the one whoâll win is me
Page 24
Sena: Iâll go to defeat you with all my strength. So, Hiruma-san, you alsoâ
Hiruma: Kekeke, naturally
Page 25
Panel 1: HANSHIN KOSHIEN STADIUM
Panel 3: Kurita: Truthfully, I want to root for both of their dreamsâ For Sena-kun, and for Hiruma. But if I really canât choose bothâ
Page 26-27
Panel 1: Kurita: FUNNURABAAA!!!!!
Panel 2: Kurita: For the sake of my team, and for Sena-kunâs sake, Iâll defeat HirumaâŚ..!!!
Panel 3: Announcer: Koshien Bowl, the final, decisive match! Against the Saikyodai Wizards, made up of all star members throughout the countryâ
Panel 4: Announcer: Somehow!! The Enma Fires are just slightly in the lead!!
Panel 5: Gaou: Fuh⌠Half of American football is decided by the power of the line. This is the unmatched power of Kurita when he has something to protectâŚ.!!!
Page 28
Panel 1: Announcer: Noooooww, thereâs barely any time left on the clock! This final play will decide the outcome of the match!!
Panel 2: Announcer: Two star players who once fought together now face offâ
Panel 3: Announcer: In this Final Decisive Match!!
Panel 4: Announcer: Eyeshield 21 aka. Kobayakawa Sena!! Vs. The Commander from Hell, Hiruma Yoichi!!
Page 29
Panel 1: Hiruma: KILL! KILL!
Panel 2: Suzuna: K.I.L.LâŚ..to kill? Whatâs it mean?
Doburoku: In American football, itâs a sign thatâs given by the pitcher. It means to completely kill the strategy that had been agreed upon. To put it simply, itâs a signal to hurriedly reset the strategy of the play.
Panel 3: Mizumachi: After seeing our defense formation, looks like they want to change things up!
Panel 4: Sena: Hiruma-sanâsâ that ever-changing adaptabilityâs strengthâ
Page 30
Panel 1: Hiruma: Killâ
Panel 4: Unsui: NO!! THERE HASNâT BEEN ANY CHANGE IN HIS PLAN!!
Page 31
Panel 1: Hiruma (I think): This was just a snap counter from the get goâ A signal to start the play after the 4th KILLâŚ!!!
Panel 2: Enma player: Shit, even though we know what kind of guy he is!
Enma player 2: Heâs gonna throw a passâ
Enma player 3: No, donât let Hiruma trick you! Heâs not throwingâ heâs still holding it!!
Panel 3: This is a runâŚ.!!
Panel 5: Shit, thatâs wrong, itâs a pass after allâŚ.!!!
Page 32
TOUCHDOOOOWN!!!
Page 33
Panel 1: Hiruma: YAâ HAâ!!!
Panel 2: Announcer: The final decisive battle was completely controlled by the sorcerer of the field-- Hiruma Yoichi! (there's actually a word in this line I don't understand lol, but this should be the general gist)
Panel 3: Announcer: In a sudden turnabout victory, the Saikyodai Wizards win the championshipâ
Page 34
Panel 1: Announcer: âNo, the remaining time on the clock is 1 second!!
Panel 2: Hiruma: !!
Taka: That was my bad.
Panel 3: Taka: On the ground was Sena-kun with his light speed, and in the air Monta was closing in. I had no choice but to catch the ball one second earlier than planned.
Panel 5: Unsui (presumably): â 1 second left. Whether we laugh or cry about it, this will be the final playâ
Page 35
Panel 1: Sena: These sort of seriously close calls⌠I dunno if youâd call it deja vu orâ
Panel 2: Monta: Thatâs right! This is the kind of cliffâs edge that weâve run along a bunch of times!
Panel 3: Agon: Aaaahhh? Ainât this match already certain victoryâ
Panel 4: Agon: âIf we werenât up against the tiny trash brigade, that is.
Hiruma: Kekeke yo~~~ You also know whatâs up huh, fucking dreads.
Panel 6: Yamato: Thatâs right, all of us should know by now well enough that it hurts.
Panel 7: Yamato: That there are demon-like men out there whose power explodes during dire straits like this.
Page 36
Panel 1: That there was once a miraculous team called the Devilbatsâ
Panel 2: Hiruma: The last play will be Eyeshield 21! Theyâll 100,000,000,000% comes at us with Senaâs run!! Anything else is a ruse, completely ignore it, donât even think 1mm that itâll be anything else!!
Panel 3: Unsui: Thereâs only one way to go: Senaâs run. All of us will open a path!!
Page 37
Panel 1 & 2: Senaâs Run, Complete Specialized All Star Team!! VS. Anti-Sena formation, Complete Specialized All Star Team!!
Page 38: â DON!
Page 39
Panel 1: Announcer: Remaining time: 0 seconds!
Panel 2: Announcer: With this last play, itâs game set!
Panel 4: Yamabushi: Rodio Drive!! Are they coming with Riku!?
Taka: Noâ
Panel 6: Riku: SenaâŚ!!
Page 40
Panel 3: IKKYUUâŚ!!
Panel 4: How can he reach it, to go into a cut from such a distanceâŚ..
Page 42
Panel 1: Sena: UUOOOOOOOOHH!!
Panel 2: Mamori: SenaâŚ!
Panel 3: Ikkyuu: That guyâs too damn fastâ I already knew that butâŚ..!!
Panel 4: Announcer: Sure enough, in the end they went with the light speed running back, Eyeshield 21!!!
Page 43
Panel 1: Mizumachi: Uha! I said make way!
Panel 3: Chuubou: A path for Sena-senpaiâŚ.!!!
Page 44-45
Panel 3: Announcer: Heâs passed everyone! At this rate itâs a touchdownâ!!!
Panel 4: Hiruma: Kekeke, dig out your eyeballs and give them a good washâ take another look. Itâs not over.
Panel 5: Kid: Heâll stand in the wayâ in the end, the ultimate opponentâ
Page 46
Panel 1: AGON!!!
Page 47
Panel 2: Shin: Senaâs Devilbat Ghost has been fully realized.
Panel 3: Shin: Itâs a perfect technique for a runner to get past his opponent. The Optimal Technique/Solution.
Page 48
Panel 2: vvrrrrr (vibration sounds)
Panel 3: Glasses: The Optimal Solution for this situation is none other than the Devilbat Ghost. But even then, Agon who possesses inherent superhuman reaction speed will likely stop him.
Panel 4: [That is the judgement the machine learning system has made based on the real time analysis from the RFID chip]
Page 49
Panel 3: Shin: The essential thing you need to reach new heights, is to surpass your Optimal Technique/Solutionâ˘â with Courageâ˘
Panel 5: Sena: Thatâs rightâ my road isnât limited only to the two directions that I can dodge
Panel 6: Shin: It relies on his light speed cuts. A third option, much like a trident. In a manner of speakingâ
Page 50
Panel 1: DEVILBAT TRIDENT!!!
Page 51
Panel 1: Mizumachi: You mean he might not dodge!?
Riku: A headlong collision!! Thereâs no wayâŚ
Panel 2: Glasses: Itâs absolutely impossible, how reckless. Thereâs no chance of winning. The AI declares that this is at most a feint. In the end, Sena will definitely move to evade him!
Panel 3: Hiruma: Kekeke, youâre wrong. Itâs a hundred billion years too early to try getting past using that hand.
Panel 4: Hiruma: But thatâs why youâll go for it. Isnât that right, Sena.
Panel 5: Agon: Aaahhh~~ Hiruma, Iâve fought with you so many times it makes me sick, so I already know all of thatâŚ.!!!
Page 52
Panel 1: Hiruma ??: The Human brain hasnât been able to compete with semiconductors for a long time. Iâm sure itâll aaaalll become like that in the future.
Panel 2: Hiruma: When it comes to searching for Optimal Solutionsâ˘, no one can compete against Sir AI anymore. Butâ
Panel 3: Shin: Beyond the Optimal Solutionâ˘
Panel 4: Beyond even the very summitâ you continue to struggle with only courage at your back.
Page 53
Panel 1: THAT IS WHAT AN ATHLETE IS
Panel 3: ??: IâLL GO PRO AND KILL EVERYONE!!
Panel 4: ??: IâLL SURPASS THE TOP!!!
Panel 5: ??: That athlete will beâ
Page 54-55
Panel 1: Hiruma: ME
Panel 2: Sena: ME
Panel 3: [He surpasses theory, with his light speed courageâ!!]
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This is my gift for Eyeshield 21 Winter Gift Exchange of 2023. @shortandbittersweet I hope you like it! And I'm so sorry about the delay đđ
Also many thanks to @eyeshields for all their work organizing the event âĽď¸âĽď¸
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When Kongou Agon stepped into the Empire City Casino at 01:43 am, he had a clear plan in mind: take a look around, play a few games and win easy money, perhaps find a pretty woman to pass the time with and leave the tab to⌠Just will away the time until the blond trash and the other idiots called him in desperation, begging him to help with their ridiculous plan. Heâd have a bit of fun at their expense, leave them hanging for a bit, and appear in the nick of time.Â
Simple, easy to follow plan. The blond trash would try to pull some shit, but nothing that would damage his own plan, so Agon wasnât too worried. Which is why, after ordering himself a drink and approaching the gambling tables, he did a double take that almost spilled the fucking beer all over the floor. He blinked once, twice, and gritted his teeth. But of course, of course, that trash would be in this casino with no explanation, dealing cards at the poker table like he did that every night from 10 to 6.Â
Unlike other times heâd seen Hiruma go âundercoverâ, he seemed to be making an effort this time. He looked as dumb as the rest of the casino workers, with a red vest and a ridiculous visor, his hair slicked back and as tame as heâd ever seen it, pointy ears partially covered by it.Â
That wasnât why it took him a good few seconds to make sure it was him, though. It was the smile. He was smiling like a normal person, as if he were a regular 19-year-old trash with regular trash teeth and regular trash personality.Â
It was disgusting.Â
âŚAnd somehow more unsettling than the usual demonic grin.Â
âWhat the fuck, trash!?â he asked, reasonably, and sneered at the nearby randos clutching their pearls.
âWelcome, sir! Would you like to join the game?â
Oh, fuck no. He was acting. The affected perkiness and wide-eyed, eager face⌠he was mimicking that tiny roller-skating menace.
âAaah!? Fat chance, trash. I want you to tell me what-â
But Hiruma had already given him two cards face down and was gesturing to the vacant chair with that uncanny smile.
He could just turn around and leave, ignore the annoying trash and whatever mad scheme he was cooking up in that big brain of his. They had some twelve hours until their flight back to Japan, he could find something else to do with his time until then. He couldâŚ
Agon sat down with a scowl, picking the two cards up but not taking his eyes off of Hiruma. âWhat are you doing here? You told me those assholes would be at the casino by the airport.â
Hiruma laid a hand on the table and leaned in, tilting his head to the side to hide the sudden impish quirk of his smile from the rest of the casino. âWhich is why you ran away to a different casino on the other side of the city?â he asked, voice back to his usual raspiness and eyebrows arched in mockery.
Manipulative piece of shit.
âYouâre becoming predictable, Agon-kun, never a good look.â He leaned back and yet again fixed the same cheerful mask from before on his face. Agon resisted the urge to grab his cheeks and headbutt him.
âSo the rest of the trash is here as well?â
âIâm sure I donât know what you mean, sir,â he replied sunnily, before turning to the idiots who had remained. âReady to continue the game, everyone?â
There was no way Hiruma didnât know their teammatesâ exact location, either in this very casino or in some other part of New York. But he didnât really care one way or another; he could always call Ikkyuu if he really wanted to know.
âSo those assholes you're looking forâthe pencil pushers who are trying to reject the creation of a world championshipâ, they are in this casino. And your plan is, what, to cheat them of their money? To smile at them creepily until they agree?â
Agon had experience with Hirumaâs schemes. They sounded crazy, but were annoyingly clever. They usually involved blackmailâbut that required Hiruma himself to stay hidden and in control of at least three electronic devicesâ, intimidation and/or physical violence. Dealing with people in influential positions such as these involved more elaborate methods than beating them into a pulpâwhich was a pity, because he could really use some light exercise, and he hardly had the patience for a more elaborate charade.
The trash, instead of answering, pointed at the cards in Agonâs hand with his freakishly long fingers. âWould you like to place a bet, sir?â
Ugh!
Fine.
He pushed his sunglasses up into his head and stole a quick look at his cards: the king of diamonds and the ten of clubs. Could be worse. Could be better. He took a few chips out of his pocket to pay the buy-in and the bet to continue the game, adding them to the pile.
There were three cards already on the table: the king of spades, the five of clubs and the eight of diamonds. Hiruma shuffled the deck like a magician with a caffeine overdose and put one more card down with a flourish: the queen of hearts.Â
Agon didnât really like these types of games; he preferred to rely on his own skill rather than on chance and statistics. But his luck was decent and the ladies at casinos were usually loaded and willing to spend it on him, so heâd been to a few.
A glance at the blond trashâat the tilt of his chin and the glint in his green eyes whenever he wasnât playing the golden retriever for the other playersâtold him he was being challenged. Win the game and get these idiots to leave, huh? It was a blatant manipulation attempt, Hiruma Youichiâs speciality: annoy someone into abandoning common sense and catch them in his web. While fully aware of it, Agon couldnât not try and prove the bastard wrongâsometimes, he wondered why he even bothered. And the chance to earn good money was appealing, too.
He remembered the basics of the game: Holdâem Texas, Hiruma had called it, a variant of poker. As the rest of the table made their bids, he drank his beer and eyed them with disdain. They were all gray guys in suits that would make Unko-chan seem charismatic and fun by comparison. They would be easy to intimidate, or at least repel. He would have preferred to have a pretty girl to please his eyeâinstead he had to look at that blond trash and his stupid faceâ, but at least he would get these idiotsâ money.
And get it he did.Â
He may have had some trouble remembering whether a Straight or a Flush had higher value, but all it took was his third best glare, a few insults, some good hands and Hiruma âunwittinglyâ annoying and confusing the shit out of them. After half an hour, Agonâs beer glass was as empty as the surrounding seats, and he had ten times the number of chips he had started the game with.
The skinny trash looked delighted; his sunny smile had grown fangs and he could almost see a pointy tail wagging behind him. âKekeke, well done, sir!â
âAaah? Cut the crap, trash, tell me your plan.â
Hiruma leaned forward, looking like he was about to divulge some juicy secret, but Agon knew from experience that it was going to be bullshit. However, without saying anything, Hirumaâs eyes left his to rest somewhere over his shoulder.
Agon scowled.
âDeal me in, brat.â
That snobby, nasal voice⌠No fucking way.Â
Agon whipped his head around so fast his glasses would have gone flying if they werenât high quality, expensive as hell Oakley Juliets.
Sliding into a vacant seat, wearing a white fur coat and the expression of someone whoâd smelled shitâand who knew, with that fucking snout of his he might have been able to smell a corpse next city overâ, was Clifford fucking D Lewis. Â
âOf course, sir!âÂ
The American quarterback took his cards, but didnât even glance at them, eyes fixed on Hiruma the same way Anezaki pretended not to stare at cream puffs.
âIâm beginning to wonder about your hobbies. Are you an aspiring actor? Part of an amateur theater group, perhaps? This is at least the third time youâve played dress up in my presence.â
Hirumaâs smile sharpened like a sushi chefâs knife, and he tilted his head. âClifford-sama recognised me? Iâm honored.â
Clifford snorted, the sound loud even with the racket of the casino surrounding themâprobably because it had more room to reverberate due to his enormous nose. He muttered something under his breath, but Agonâs English wasnât good enough to catch it. One of Hirumaâs freakish ears twitched, however, and for a second he looked like his usual devilish self, ridiculous costume and all.
Neither of them had spared him a glance yet.
âWhat the hell are you doing here?âÂ
The pompous bastard barely turned his head to glance at him. âAgon Kongou,â he said, in a tone of voice that reminded him of âI donât even need to pay attention to guys like youâ. âStrange choice for a poker game. Was your cowboy friend unavailable?â
Clifford D Lewis had a very punchable face. And he may be faster than him still, but Agonâs reaction time was better; in such close quartersâŚ
A kick to the shin stopped him from lunging forward. He glowered at Hiruma, who had that disgustingly cheerful smile on yet again. âA game against the dealer, gentlemen?â
He took the two cards with a snarl. Hiruma better start explaining soon, otherwise heâd leave, and then heâd really have to call for that cowboy trash to come help him.
Clifford huffed and readjusted the collar of his tiger print shirtâand seriously, why the hell did it have to be that particular pattern? Agon was wearing it better, but it still pissed him off.Â
They paid the starting amount. Agon had two queens, but it would take a lot of luck to win against these two poker addicts. The three open cards werenât very encouraging, but heâd be damned if he folded in the first round. Heâd be able to think better if Clifford quitted his yapping. Agon knew enough English to know that the D in his name had to stand for Dick.
âItâs clear why youâre here. Youâre after Jacob Robert Clarkson, general secretary of the American Football Federation, and Daniel Mullin, director of development of the International Football Committee. They have been speaking against the consolidation of an international university league and hindering the entire process; without their approval, the project wonât take off.â
Hiruma put another card down. The American quarterback made the bet, and they matched it.Â
âItâs interesting that youâre posing as a poker dealer, then, since neither of them plays poker.â
Wait, what?
âClarkson is a roulette man and Mullin only plays slot machines. An information broker of your level must have known that before starting this whole ridiculous charade.â
What.
Hiruma put the last card down. Clifford shoved half of his sizable mountain of chips towards the center of the table and leaned closer. âIf you wanted to attract my attention, there are other ways, brat.â
Okay, no. âWhat the fuck, trash!?â He pushed the same amount of chips forward; he didnât care about winning anymore, but he wouldnât back down on principle.Â
âYou neednât have bothered, of course; Don would never allow them to completely reject the project or even dawdle too much,â Clifford said, that annoying superior smirk in place. âItâs clear to us, after that first international two years ago, that other countries need to be reminded of Americaâs superiority.â
Hirumaâs toothy grin widened, looking as unhinged as a shoji door. âIs that so? How generous of America-sama.â
He uncovered his cards. They were an ace and a two, which meant he only had Two Pairs; the little shit had been bluffing.
Clifford had two tens. With the cards on the table, he had a Full House. He opened his mouth, eyes fixed on Hiruma, but Agon slammed his cards down on the table before he could say anything.
He had two queens, plus the two queens on the table; he had the highest hand. Hiruma cackled without restraint and Clifford scowled.Â
âAnother game?â
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