Neptune's Tyranny
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
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Summary:
A Duelist shouldn't get on Jim Crocodile Cook's impatient side. That's his only side.
Next to the tough scales of his monsters, and the deeply mysterious mythology of his Planet, James "Jim" Crocodile Cook's patience was always thin.
Now, thanks to a certain principal's interference, his impatience is being peeled even thinner.
Preventing Jim from declaring a Duel of Darkness! Really! An evil spirit exercising camouflage over an unexpected assault!
Jim was not having any of this "bide your time" shit.
Jim's mind was also under Tragoedia's sway, but if Mr. MacKenzie continued blocking Jim's moves, the headmaster could get stuffed!
The Crocodile didn't lose his independent streak. He was eager for every Duelist on this island to feel the spinning snap of his Alligators' powerful jaws around them.
Every drongo with a nickname. Every poser who reckoned he was so important he merited titles like "Kaiser" and "King."
Tenjoin Fubuki angered him the most. The third-year stole his victory against David Rabb, and stealing was Jim's talent, and therefore forbidden. The infamy of The tyrant NEPTUNE, which lurked inside his Deck.
Jim's despotism waited to spawn out of reptile eggs. A black shadow grabbier than a lion, sprawling forth onto the Field on four mighty legs, Sickle of ruin gripped between three-clawed forelimbs.
NEPTUNE as the Romans envisioned. A violent god bursting through the water to sink the lives and dreams of foolhardy men.
Drag them under. All the bludgers.
Drag them all down under.