Seto Kaiba was a smart man. Dense at times but very intelligent. And it doesn’t take much to gather his attention. Especially with the spite of his adopted step father.
“Hm. I bet you are honored to get my attention. Handing me a card at a gala event and then mentioning Gozaburo’s name does not take much for me to be the slightest interested.”
He took a moment.
“How did you know the asshole anyways?”
Eyes lit up, sparked, as the Master momentarily stilled, as if one wrong breath would snatch this chance away from his grasping fingers again. A thrill he recognized from somewhere else. As soon as the treacherous thought appeared did he snuff it out.
He smiled, wide, spreading his arms.
"Perfect!" Hands clapped together to punctuate his excitement.
"Give me something to sink my teeth into. Your wildest aspiration, your - your most glaring impossibility... your- your best problem..!" And your best technology. It'd be brutish, undoubtedly, but it was a start.
"I promise I'll surprise you."
“My best problem...”
He gave it a thought. He had quite a handful of enemies and rivals in the technology world. So maybe he can get help for eliminating the field. And then there were the rivals within the duel monsters world.
“Technology is not going to help my ‘main’ rival.”
His nails dug shallow crescents into his palm. An effort to keep himself from doing something he'd regret. He'd always been better at the slow game, but his unstable body made that a luxury.
Then finally an answer came.
"A rival?" The Master asked. He'd been under the impression this Kaiba Corp was leading in its field. But whatever. An opening was an opening.
"Tell you what, you tell me what's going on, and I'll help you get rid of your rival. Simple as that. "
