The sun rose over the newly built Kaiba Corp Stadium. The side of the building shining under the brightness of the morning sun. All 61 of the duelists had received their invitations to Kaiba's tournament that were sent out overnight by the Kaiba Corp. Staff, none of which were taken throughout the course of the night. The final invitation sat upon Seto's desk in his office that he had built into the new stadium. The office was built opposite to Seto's room for his own personal convenience. Seto had planned to give the last invitation personally to the recipient. Normally this was something he wouldn't do, but this was his tournament and he believed that this duelist was worthy of the privilege or his own presence when they received their invitation. After all, it was the duelist that Seto had predicted to come runner up to himself in the tournament.

Seto rose from his bed not long after the sun had risen; awaking with the purpose and motivation he had for many of the days of recent, the fire of the upcoming tournament burning within him. Seto had made sure that his tournament would be the best EVER, and to do so, he had done a lot of the work himself. He ran his work by a saying he had become all to familiar with over the years, if you want something done properly you have to do it yourself. He went into his private built bathroom and had a shower to wake him up. He turned the tap that was below the shower, and was met by a burst of water that hit his body, warming it up from the cool of the season. Once he was out and finished getting dressed, he took a moment to stop and look at himself in the large mirror on the wall. He looked in the mirror and pictured himself standing victor after the final of the tournament. All the fans worshipping him as he was declared the world's greatest duelist.

"Domino City, prepare yourself for not only the greatest competition of all time, but the greatest champion to go with it." He chuckled to himself, with a bland flat tone in his voice as he spoke. Seto went out to the main room of his new home for the tournament, and closed down the wall that separated the main room from the bedroom with the press of the same button he had hit the night before to open it. With the door shutting behind him, he took a seat at the couch, pressing the side button, thus bringing forth his keyboard from the side. He was only on there for one purpose, to see how the delivery of the first 61 invitations had gone. His inbox had the one email in it that he needed to read and nothing more. He opened it and scanned over its information on the screen that hung from the roof in front of him, reading it to himself as he went.

"All delivered successfully, good to start tournament, no thefts of invitations..." Seto sighed, partially out of relief that his city was clear, and partially because he was hoping to catch some punks and put them in their place. He turned off his computer system, the keyboard returning to the side of the couch, hidden away as if it were never there. After a moment of relaxation, enjoying yet another success, he got up and went into the office across the hall. He wasn't in there long before he walked back out with the invitation package he had on his desk in hand. Mokuba met him as he headed down the hall.

"So your going to deliver that last invitation big brother?" Mokuba's voice echoing down the hall as he spoke. Seto just nodded and continued to walk down the hall, package in hand, almost as though he didn't care what Mokuba had to say.

Seto walked out to the open dueling arena, the sun now shining over it, giving it warmth that penetrated through his boots. He stopped to take in the sun as it stood over his glorious masterpiece. In the middle sat a helicopter with a pilot waiting at the controls. Seto walked over to the jet, at a normal walking pace to show that he was the one how called the shots and the times to his pilot. The blades were spinning at full speed when Seto got near to the door, causing a gale that was blowing his hair and coat all about, revealing the deck that was attached to the side of his belt, concealed from view. He got into the helicopter and put on the headset so he could communicate with his pilot.

"Take me to my jet. I've got a long trip to make and it's the only thing I would trust over such a distance." Seto snarled at the pilot. His plan was to fly solo to his destination, and his own jet would serve the job of getting him there quite well.

"Yes Mr. Kaiba." The pilot moved the control stick and the helicopter ascended into the air above the stadium. This was the first time Seto had a chance to observe his new creation from above and he was impressed. The open topped dueling areas exposed, and the seating area fully covered and protected from the elements. After seeing the intensity of the duels in his last tournament, he made sure that the fans would be safe for this one. Not because he overly cared, but because people will pay more if they have a feeling of safety. The roof of the stadium that covered the seats shone in the bright morning sun. Everything that Seto had wanted had been going exactly to plan, he didn't expect anything less, but was glad nothing had gone wrong.

As Seto headed to his destination, Mokuba began his plans for the day back at the stadium. Seto hadn't given him a chance to use the new technology, but now that it had been fully tested, Mokuba saw it as the perfect time to trial his new deck and his skills. He went into the control room and opened the door. He walked in, his strides echoing through the relatively silent room, sounding much like that of his older brothers walk. Though he was only Seto's younger brother, he still had a lot of influence in the company, and because he was kinder than his brother, he was respected too. He saw this as a much more effective way of getting what he wanted then Seto's method. Mokuba walked up to one of the men sitting on the desk, one of the company's trusted employee's.

"Mr. Hikara, I need you to duel me in the main dueling arena in 10 minutes". The man got up from his seat and turned to Mokuba. He was a rather large man, though he was quite old too. His gray hair started at the top of his head and fell to around his shoulders, framing his aged, wrinkled face. He stood taller than most other staff members and towered over Mokuba who stood now in front of him.

"Certainly Mr. Mokuba, I will get a duel disk from storage and meet you on the field." The man then bowed before Mokuba and walked out of the room, and headed down the hall. Mokuba then walked out of the control room and headed towards his own. He walked into the room and headed straight to his deck that sat on the desk where he had left it from the night before. He picked it up and took it over to a small box that sat in the corner of the room. Due to the fact Mokuba had never been an official duelist, he hadn't gotten a duel disk until now. He sat the deck at his side as he knelt down to the box and opened it up. When he did he found the duel disk sitting inside, custom made to his own measurements. Mokuba picked it up and put it onto his arm. When he did it gave him a feeling he had never had before, like it was a whole new game when he was the one wearing the duel disk. Finally he picked up the deck that sat by his side and put it into its position on the duel disk. He headed over to the tunnel that lead out to the dueling arena and stopped at the end, imagining the crowd roaring as he walked out. He built up the atmosphere in his mind as he continued to walk out to one side of the large arena, imagining the thousands of people all on the edge of their seats waiting to watch him duel and cheer him on. On the other side was Hikara, standing there with a duel disk on his arm, patiently awaiting Mokuba's arrival. Once Mokuba took his position on the dueling field, the arena's features started their cycle. The new and advanced hologram projectors lit up all around the arena. A glass wall rose between the floor and roof, blocking off the seats from the heat of the duel combined with the dangerous new technology. The microphones that were hidden around the duelist zone activated and the speakers all turned on, letting off a small buzz before letting out the sounds of the field, that allowed the duelists to be heard by each other and the fans clearly. Finally the floor below them started glowing a little brighter than usual. This was the new power that Seto had found that made the duel more 'physical'. Finally it stabilized its glowing and returned to its regular concerted color.

"Are you ready Mr. Mokuba?" Asked Hikara, starting up his duel disk.

"Lets Go!" Shouted Mokuba with excitement flowing through his body as he started up his duel disk for the first time and reached for his deck to draw his cards.

A/N: Is this the return of the blue-eyes white jet... will I ever learn to write... will this be one of the few fan fics to actually include a card game... will it follow the rules... WILL I GET A REVIEW??? All these questions will be answered next time, in FAN FIC WORLD!!!