((A/N: WARNING. The following fanfic contains gratitious amounts of YGO fanfiction clichés, over-the-top scenes, GAR-logic, and shounen anime life wisdom. Your head may explode.

Should it do so, I will in no way be considered liable for this, nor am I accountable for any dumb ideas that reading my writing may put in your head. No aspect of the Yu-Gi-Oh! franchise belongs to me; if it did, nonsense like the Sin monsters, Black Feather and post-Fortune Cup 5Ds would not have happened, I assure you. This fanfic was written purely for non-commercial entertainment purposes. Plagiarism is committed at the risk of scathing criticism, mockery, and ridicule by myself and any of my friends who feel inclined to chip in. Fake cards will only be used to a limited extent and will be listed at the end of the chapter. Any other cards used can be found through a search on the Yu-gi-oh! Wikia.

This fanfic originally began on the Janime Community Forums as my personal stress relief and writing experiment, reproduced here on the request of my fans who requested it (both of you =P). With this fic, I will attempt to capture every major setup cliché that plagues YGO GX fanfiction and then develop them into something altogether different from the norm, so please don't tell me 'remove the clichés'; that would undermine my premise.

So, without further ado, please enjoy.))

Turn 1: Proof of worth - Scorching Taro

A new year was starting, and Duel Academia's American branch office was even more lively this year than the last. Prospective duelists from across the country and even some from abroad had all made their way there for one purpose: the entry exam practicals.

Outside, the supervisor by the door gave a relieved sigh as he started folding together the chair he had spent the last few hours on. It was then that he felt a tap on his shoulder, gentle yet decidedly strong.

"I came for the exam."

"You're too late." he remarked without even turning around, "We are no longer taking in entrants at this hour."

"A man's worth is measured by the proof put forth by his actions." the other replied calmly, "How can you decline a duelist without testing him?"

"Look." the supervisor snapped, turning to address his insistent applicant, "This isn't about worth, it's a simple question of examination procedu-"

He paused, finally catching onto the fact that he was addressing a rather worn t-shirt stretched across a decidedly muscular chest. A necklace with what seemed like three beast fangs of some kind hung over it. Whatever thoughts he had had of bodily shoving this nuisance aside were quickly discarded.

"I will prove my worth." the towering applicant insisted, his stare as unflinching as his voice, "My duelist's honor shall convince you."

The supervisor swallowed.

"Cyrano Creed?"

The supervisor nodded hesitantly, fiddling with his tie. How the applicant had convinced him to argue this case, he still wasn't fully clear on. All he could remember with certainty was that unrelenting stare and the solid, unflappable tone. Regardless, here he was, face to face with none other than Edward Wargrave, the head of Obelisk Blue widely known for his lack of compassion for special circumstances and the most piercing glare in all of Academia. The latter felt like it was boring a hole straight through his skull at this very moment.

"An applicant who arrived late for the examination."

The Obelisk head slowly brought the tips of his bony fingers together, one pair at a time. On his narrow face, a smile lingered like the vacant grin of a skull.

This was never a good sign.

"Y-yes, sir."

"An applicant who did so in direct violation of no less than four separate points from the code of conduct for these examinations."

"F-five...sir..." the supervisor spluttered out weakly, regretting the words as soon as they had left his mouth, "...he...erm, he...forgot to fill out the other side of the form...sir."

"I see."

Two simple words spoken in a tone that brought glaciers and snowstorms to mind. The supervisor curled up a bit further down in his seat, but professor Wargrave paid it no heed as he continued.

"...and you wan't me to consider his application, is this correct?"

"I-I-"

It was then that Wargrave's phone came to the stuttering supervisor's aid, the professor promptly turning his attention to it instead.

"Professor Wargrave speaking. Who is this? Oh, I see." his eyes narrowed, "You do? Understood."

"I-I'll just be going now..." the supervisor spluttered.

"By all means." Wargrave concurred, "...please do go inform mister Creed that his examination duel will begin in fifteen minutes. Arena six."

The supervisor gaped, "S-sir?"

"Did I not make myself clear?"

"N-no sir, I-I mean, yes sir. I'll see to it sir."

The Obelisk head shook his head as the functionary scampered away.

"...by any means necessary, was it?" he clicked his teeth, pulling out a deck from a drawer in his desk and fingering through it thoughtfully, "I suppose I should play this seriously then."

Arena six was largely deserted when Cyrano stepped into the spotlight. Examinations had already concluded, and even the spectator seats were empty save for cleaning staff and a few stragglers who were still working out technical details or tracking down belongings lost in the chaos. Running a sun-tanned hand through his short, dark gray hair, he reached into his bag, procuring a mindfully polished old duel disc and strapping it onto his arm. For good measure, he also activated it, nodding in approval as the slots and life point counter lit up like they should.

"Ah, mister Creed."

The proctor's voice was chilling and emotionless as he strode in from the door on the other side of the arena, a thin, bone-white specter in his elaborate Obelisk uniform. His eyes were little more than two intense, pale blue dots, their piercing stare magnified by the square-rimmed glasses he wore.

Cyrano returned it without as much as a flinch, nodding curtly in acknowledgement.

"Professor Edward Wargrave." the proctor introduced himself, "I shall be your proctor for this test. I'm glad to see you were at least punctual about this meeting, even if the same can not be said for your arrival to the examination area."

"For a true hero there is never a 'too late'," the massive applicant replied, his expression and voice unchanging, "for time itself shall yield to his fiery passion and give way."

There was a tiny hint of a twitch around Wargrave's left eye, but it was soon gone without a trace, "I see." he said flatly, taking up position on his side of the duel field, "Well, I certainly can not fault you for a lack of confidence, mister Creed, but don't think you are going to get through this on spirit alone. This arrangement is an exception to standard procedure, and as such the standards applied to your performance will be significantly higher. Do not expect me to be anything like our standard proctors."

"That is fine." Cyrano replied, his gaze slightly vacant, almost disinterested, "If my opponent is stronger then my duelist's spirit must simply burn that much brighter."

Wargrave scoffed, seeming to be on the verge of making a remark but then thinking the better of it, "Then let's not waste any time. This examination will be a standard, single-duel match. If you wish to enroll, then you must defeat me." he raised his duel disc, the life point counter duly lighting up, "You may begin whenever you are ready."

The applicant nodded, raising his own duel disc in a similar fashion.

"Duel!"

"My lead." Cyrano announced, drawing his sixth card from the deck, "A monster whose burning passion matches my own. Berserk Gorilla in Attack Position." he gave an approving nod at the massive gorilla that appeared on his field, beating its chest as it roared out a challenge (Berserk Gorilla 2000 Atk/1000 Def), "That is all, professor."

"Hardly an impressive lead." Wargrave remarked, "Without even a single set card to protect it, your monster will be defenseless against any card effect I choose to play against it."

"A true warrior can stand his ground without resorting to trickery." he retorted, "For no matter what may befall him, his determination and will shall see him through."

The professor merely shook his head, "Draw." he announced, "Set one monster and two spell or trap cards. And that concludes my turn. Let us see this determination of yours."

Cyrano merely gave a passive nod, already focused on the card he had drawn, "Enraged Battle Ox." he announced as a massive humanoid bull appeared next to the gorilla, axe in hand, (Enraged Battle Ox 1700 Atk/1200 Def) "A monster whose unyielding persistence shall convey the strength of my conviction to you. Go, destroy his set monster with Taur Axe!"

(Wargrave 4000 - 300 = 3700)

"A reckless move." Wargrave retorted sourly as the excess damage was deducted from his life points, "The effect of my destroyed Pyramid Turtle will more than compensate for receiving such a feeble attack. Arise, Vampire's Curse." with an elegant bow, a well-dressed gentleman of indeterminate age appeared on the field, his eyes lifeless, his fingernails long and sharp like claws and a single wing jutting out from his back, "As you can see, our monsters are evenly matched in attack power." the proctor continued, "And by your Gorilla's effect, you have no choice but to attack."

(Vampire's Curse 2000 Atk/800 Def)

"A choice I'd never hesitate to make." Cyrano retorted as his Gorilla stomped forward, "Go, Berserk Crush!"

The vampire hissed, lunging towards its raging opponent, both monsters briefly connecting in the middle of the battlefield before dissolving into pixels. A draw.

(Wargrave: 3700 - 500 = 3200)

"At this time," Wargrave intoned as his life points dropped a notch while a trickle of blood fell down where the vampire had been defeated, "I activate the effect of Vampire's Curse. With the sacrifice of a mere 500 life points, my Vampire's Curse will not stay dead long."

His opponent simply nodded, "Turn end."

Wargrave's eyes narrowed. Still no set cards? Was his opponent really that bad, that cocky, or was there something else at work here?

"Draw." he announced, the familiar figure of his vampire rising up from the ground with the same calm and grace as before, "And since Vampire's Curse was revived by its own effect, it gains an additional 500 attack points. Next, I will activate my set spell card; Hand Destruction."

(Vampire's Curse 2500 Atk/800 Def)

Cyrano merely raised an eyebrow as he picked out two monster cards from his hand, slipping both into his graveyard slot, "You are that dissatisfied with the contents of your hand, professor? Perhaps if you paid closer attention to the voice of your duelist's spirit you would-"

"Enough," the proctor interrupted, his voice finally betraying annoyance as his cheeks became tinged with just a hint of red, "I did not play that card for what I would draw; it was to awaken the power of what I already had in my hand." as he spoke, a transparent version of what seemed to be the skeleton of a young girl hovered up from the ground beside him, a doll clutched in its hands, "While in my graveyard, my Sleepy Beauty will reduce the level of all undead monsters in my hand by one, allowing me to summon this monster without tribute. Come forth, Vampire Lord."

Though slightly less heavyset than the creature beside it, the second vampire emerged with even more flourish, its expression more hungry than blank. (Vampire Lord 2000 Atk/1500 Def)

"Vampire's Curse, destroy his Enraged Battle Ox with Curse of Vlad Tepes!"

On command, a massive swarm of bats emerged from behind the vampire, enveloping the bull who waved its axe around furiously to fend them off. Abruptly, the vampire rose up behind it, sinking its fangs deep in the creature's throat before it could strike back. (Cyrano: 4000 - 800 = 3200)

"I'll also activate my trap card. Robbin' Zombie. Since you received battle damage, the top card of your deck will be sent to the graveyard."

"This is fine." his opponent replied placidly, slipping yet another monster card into his graveyard slot, "You may strike down cards from my deck, but as long as even a single one remains the battle will not be over, for that is the way of a true-"

"Vampire Lord, direct attack on the player."

Cyrano's speech was cut short as the vampire sank its fangs into his shoulder, the damage forcing another monster card off the top of his deck. (Cyrano: 3200 - 2000 = 1200)

"Vampire Lord's effect." the professor continued briskly, "Whenever it inflicts damage to you, I can force you to send a card of any type I choose from your Deck to the graveyard. I choose spell cards, mister Creed."

"I won't."

"Perhaps you didn't hear me." Wargrave hissed, "By my Vampire Lord's effect, you have to send that card to the graveyard."

"I won't." Cyrano repeated calmly, "...because I can't." he promptly grabbed the remainder of his deck, fanning it out for him to see.

The teacher's eyes widened.

"...as you can see." he concluded, shuffling his deck by hand and fitting it back into its slot, "...all the cards in my deck are monsters."

Meanwhile, up on the otherwise abandoned surveillance balcony above, two figures donning the Obelisk Blue uniform observed the proceedings.

"You knew?" though she did her best to keep her voice low, it was obvious that the girl was annoyed, her hands on her hips as she fixed the somewhat taller boy next to her with a fierce glare, though admittedly the soft, pink curls of her hair weakened the impression a little, "You knew this guy only uses monster cards?"

"I didn't know." the other replied off-handedly - this one's hair was a darker red, short and cleanly cut. His eyes were still fixed on the scene below, "I had a hunch it would be interesting, that's all."

"A hunch." the girl repeated incredulously, "Well that's just great, a hunch. You had a hunch so you made us miss the early ferry and left my friends to go on without me - I mean, do you have any idea how socially damaging that is? I have students who look up to me, you know! I have commitments! Jess in particular, you know Jess right? Sweetest new Obelisk student since like, ever? I promised to show her around, what if the others think I dumped her? Just so you know, if she gets traumatized or something it will totally be your fault and just because you wanted us to watch this-this stupid nobody who doesn't even know how to build a deck and just spouts gibberish dueling professor Wargrave and-"

"Doing quite well at it."

The girl blinked, huffed about the way her tirade had been ignored, "Well, yeah but that's professor Wargrave, you know? He's just gotten started. He's gonna' pound that kid flat."

The boy smiled, as if he had just been party to some kind of inside joke, "So that's what you think."

The girl harrumphed and crossed her arms, mouth set into a pout.

"I'll set one card." Wargrave announced calmly, "And with that, my turn ends. You may as well give up, though. With only monsters in your deck, I doubt you will be able to keep my vampires at bay for long."

"A duelist's will is the length of his life," Cyrano replied, appearing to address no-one in particular, "The intensity of his passion the reach of his strength. No matter the odds, his will shall always find a way. By discarding the beast type Sea Koala from my hand, I revive the monster you sent to my graveyard. Be reborn, my tenacity; Manticore of Darkness!" with a defiant roar, a massive lion with what seemed to be a scorpion's tail and a crow's wings emerged from the ground, claws poised as it stared down the opposition (Manticore of Darkness 2300 Atk/1000 Def), "My counter-attack begins now, professor. Draw."

"I suggest you make it count." Wargrave remarked, "You are one clean attack away from being eliminated."

Cyrano merely nodded, seeming to do so to the card he had just drawn rather than to his opponent, much to the professor's annoyance, "I will start with this." he announced, turning the card in his hand around, "Gallis the Star Beast." at his words, a peculiar red-furred beast appeared perched over him, its upper body and face covered by blue plating that extended to cover a pair of wings on its back, the star-shape emblem at its chest glowing brightly, "I reveal this monster from my hand and send the top card of my deck to the graveyard, and if that's a monster..." he afforded himself a small smile, "Well, I guess we can strike the 'if', right professor? Go, descending lost star!"

With a proud roar, the beast leapt up into the air, a bright glow enveloping it as it charged down onto the duel field with a terrific impact.

Gallis the Star Beast (800 Atk/800 Def)

(Wargrave: 3200 - 800 = 2400)

"The monster I sent was level 4, so you receive 800 damage." he continued calmly, "But the monster I sent was also..." a bright glow enveloped his graveyard slot and a single card shot out, a white, humanoid wolf with a massive axe slung over its shoulder emerging with a howl, "...Wulf, Lightsworn Beast. "

(Wulf, Lightsworn Beast 2100 Atk/300 Def)

"Even so." Wargrave interrupted, still maintaining his calm, "Not one of those monsters is a match to my Vampire's Curse."

"Very true." Cyrano replied with a shrug, "Just like a single virtue does not make a true duelist, a single one of these monsters can not grant me victory, but by combining the courage of Wulf with the Ambition of Gallis and the tenacity of my Manticore, I can summon a force far greater than any of them alone."

"Three tributes..." Wargrave's face seemed to pale slightly, "...you mean you're going to summon."

"The peerless deity of war. Beast King Barbaros!"

(Beast King Barbaros 3000 Atk/1200 Def)

Impressive as the entries of the other monsters had been, they paled in comparison to that of the demonic half-lion, the very arena seeming to tremble under its roar.

"Since I offered three monsters, professor, every card on your field is destroyed."

"Just a moment." the professor interrupted as his vampires were reduced to dust and the set cards on his field shattered, one of them turning up at the last moment, "I chain Shrink, halving your Barbaros's attack power."

(Beast King Barbaros 3000 ↓ 1500 Atk/1200 Def)

"You may have sapped my beast's strength for now." Cyrano intoned, "But his fighting spirit still remains. Barbaros, direct attack!"

Wargrave merely scowled as the demonic beast ran a spear through his chest, dropping his life points further. (Wargrave: 2400 - 1500 = 900)

"I'll send Giant Rat to the graveyard to revive my Manticore and that ends my turn."

(Manticore of Darkness 2300 Atk/1000 Def)

"Then I will begin mine."

Wargrave couldn't help a frustrated glare at his opponent as he drew his card. An all-monsters deck? Such...audacity, such unprecedented gall! He had thought it suspicious that he'd been asked to eliminate this candidate personally, on the duel field no less, but now he couldn't help the nagging thought that he had been set up. Set up. Him. His face flared up at the thought.

"My Vampire Lord was destroyed by a card effect." he half-snapped as an ornate coffin rose out of the ground, Vampire Lord stepping out smug as ever (Vampire Lord 2000 Atk/1500 Def), "So it is revived during my Standby Phase, which is just what I needed. I remove my Vampire Lord from play to summon this." he almost slammed the card into its slot, the slim vampire on his field vanishing to give way to a buff, muscular one, "Vampire Genesis! Next, I'll activate his effect. By discarding the level 4 Vampire Lady, I summon the monster I sent to my graveyard earlier. Vampire Bat, in defense position."

(Vampire Genesis 3000 Atk/2100 Def)

(Vampire Bat 800 Atk/800 Def)

With a chorus of ear-splitting shrieks, a small swarm of bats emerged, circling around Vampire Genesis.

(Vampire Genesis 3000 ↑ 3200 Atk/2100 Def)

"And since my zombie type monsters' attack points are now increased, the biggest monster on the field belongs to me. Vampire Genesis, destroy Barbaros; Genesis Crisis!"

With their respective battle cries still echoing in the air, the two giants clashed, wrestling each other for a while before Barbaros was finally forced to yield, crushed beneath the overwhelming strength of its opponent.

(Cyrano: 1200 - 200 = 1000)

"I'll summon Patrician of Darkness." he announced, "turn end."

(Patrician of Darkness 2000 Atk/1400 Def)

Cyrano nodded, "Manticore to defense. Set one monster and end."

(Manticore of Darkness 2300 Atk/1000 Def)

"So he got a lucky break and a rare card." the girl harrumphed, "So what? I still don't get why you're so interested in him. I mean honestly, there are so many better things we could be doing than sitting here watching this dueling nobody stumble his way towards an undeserved win, I really don't get how you-hey, where are you going?"

The boy paused by the exit to offer her a blank look, as if to say that it was plainly obvious, "To see about making the second ferry leave earlier of course. Don't worry, you can wait here if you like."

"But-" the girl frowned, "But...the duel."

"I thought you weren't interested in the duel."

"I'm not," she snapped, "but I thought you were."

"I don't see the point." the boy replied mildly, "I already know how it will end."

"So he's losing," the girl shot back, "just like I said at the start."

"I never said that."

"But-"

The boy was already gone, the exit slamming shut behind him. The girl bit her lip, trying hard not to say anything loud enough for the people in the arena to overhear.

"...you're so unreasonable." she told the door sourly, turning her attention back to the duel.

Wargrave licked his lips, weighing his options carefully. He still had his Patrician, and between the his Vampire Bat and Vampire Genesis, that could keep battle-oriented attacks at bay. The card in his hand he could spend on trying to end the duel now, but if he did and another big monster was summoned next turn...

He shook his head, a hint of pride flaring up inside him as he stared down his all too placid opponent. Whoever this strange boy was and whatever he had been roped into, he would not just cover in defense and let himself be made a fool of in such a fashion.

"Smashing Ground." he afforded himself a small, vicious grin as the ground beneath the Manticore abruptly split open, swallowing the monster. This duel would be finished now.

"And your set monster...is next. Genesis Crisis!"

That's right, he assured himself as the bulky vampire lunged towards its prey, an entire swarm of bats preceding the assault; no matter what that monster was, there was no way it could withstand that kind of onslaught, not unless...

"I commend your warrior spirit." Cyrano said, still smiling faintly, "...but you chose your targets wrong."

"No..." the professor stared in disbelief as a tiny puppy with a green handkerchief tied around its neck emerged from the brutal attack, defiantly standing back up, "No...something so simple..."

(Shiba-Warrior Taro 800 Atk/600 Def)

"No matter how small the warrior is, if their spirit is strong enough they will prevail. To neglect a warrior simply because he seems harmless is to orchestrate your own defeat. My Shiba-Warrior Taro can not be destroyed by battle."

"That's..." Wargrave shook his head slowly, forcing himself to calm, "Turn end."

Cyrano nodded, "I'll discard Moja to revive my Manticore."

(Manticore of Darkness 2300 Atk/1000 Def)

He took a brief pause after drawing his card, "Professor?" receiving a reserved glare in response, he pressed on, "Yours is the spirit of a strong duelist, and I will honor that...by showing you mine. I summon a second Enraged Battle Ox. Now, level two, Shiba-Warrior Taro, level six, Manticore of Darkness; tuning!"

(Enraged Battle Ox 1700 Atk/1200 Def)

At his command, both puppy and Manticore raised their heads up together in a howl and a roar respectively, the puppy shattering into a pair of stars that encircled the Manticore before it, too, dissolved in a similar manner, the light from the stars growing too bright to watch.

"Even in the darkest night, a true duelist's soul burns with the radiance of a thousand stars. My burning passion, light the skies, my unyielding tenacity, move thes earth; synchro summon, my warrior's soul! Shiba-Knight, Scorching Taro!"

Accompanied by a deep-toned roar, the pillar of light vanished, leaving behind what looked like an older, more muscular and anthropomorphic version of Taro. The creature now stood upright on its hind legs, the handkerchief tied around its head and a massive claymore that seemed to have been carved out of a single bone strapped to its back.

(Shiba-Knight - Scorching Taro 1800 Atk/1600 Def)

"That…" Wargrave may have looked surprised to see Barbaros, but it was nothing compared to his present reaction, "…that card…"

"He may only have 1800 attack points." Cyrano narrated, unbothered by this interruption, "But my Shiba-Knight carries with him the will and aspirations of all the warriors who came before him. Every beast, beast warrior, and winged beast in my graveyard will grant 200 attack points to every beast, beast warrior and winged beast on my field."

"That…"

(Shiba-Knight - Scorching Taro 1800 ↑ 4400 Atk/1600 Def)

(Enraged Battle Ox 1700 ↑ 4300 Atk/1200 Def)

"Correct." he confirmed as both the Ox's and Taro's attack points rose past the 4000-point mark, "Every card in my deck belongs to one of these types, and you've sent thirteen of them to my graveyard. This is our final stand; the proof of our worth. Scorching Taro, attack; Howling Blade!"

The professor grit his teeth. This may have been a loss, but he would be damned if he let himself go out with a whimper.

"Your target is Vampire Genesis; counter with Genesis Crisis!"

With a defiant roar, the vampire pulled itself up to the full impressiveness of its stature, its army of bats gathering into one solid swarm as the beast warrior lunged up high into the air, bringing its sword down towards them in a two-handed diving slash. The bats screeched, the vampire put all its might into the counter-attack, but there was no stopping the onslaught, the dog warrior landing calmly in front of its opponent. Vampire Genesis staggered back for a moment, struggling to muster a final attack, only to be cleaved in half right down the middle, shattering into pixels.

(Wargrave: 900 - 1200 = 0)

Cyrano gave a curt nod as the holograms vanished and he retracted his duel disc.

"That will be all then, professor?"

"Wait." Wargrave interrupted, grabbing him by the shoulder and giving it an ineffectual tug, "That card…where did you get that card?"

"Where does a duelist get his spirit?" the boy retorted, offering a blank look of non-comprehension, "Where did this card get me? This card and me are one, asking where I got it is absurd because there was no me before this card."

"That…what kind of gibberish is that?"

"My answer, professor." Cyrano replied, his entire demeanor so thoroughly honest that the man failed to find a retort, "The only one I can give."

And with that, he turned and walked away towards the exit.

That afternoon was sunny and clear skied, the setting sun tinting the sea a pleasant red hue. Onboard the academia-bound ferry, the red-haired boy casually leaned forward across the railing, savoring the tranquility of the moment and sea breeze on his face as the ship set off from the harbor.

"You knew."

He maintained his gaze on the water, not turning to face the accusation.

"Like I said, it was a hunch."

"Yeah right," the pink-haired girl scoffed, "You knew he was going to win and you knew it in advance and I bet you even set this whole thing up! You've always set things up when something sneaky happens and I want to know why you did it!"

The boy merely shook his head slowly, observing his companion. It was a pretty face; he just wished it wasn't always wearing that expression that reminded him so much of an offended chicken.

"Think of it however you like." he replied, "I thought he might be interesting. That's all."

"And that's what you're going with?"

The boy didn't reply, eyes still fixed on the pier they were passing by.

The girl made as if to argue, but then abruptly froze to stare at the scene as well, as had a few others onboard.

"…he's not…" she managed at last, gaping in awe at the muscular youth sprinting across the pier, the distance shortening little by little, a light bag slung over his shoulder. He was almost directly beside them now.

"I think he is…"

The pier came to an end. The youth leapt, several people gasped and someone screamed. The red-haired boy gave a casual nod at Cyrano as the bulkier male hoisted himself up by the railing, panting heavily.

"…quite interesting, wouldn't you agree?"

((A/N: Things to note? Clichés I missed? Objections to voice? C&C is much appreciated.))

Fakie report

Shiba-Knight, Scorching Taro
Beast-Warrior/Synchro
Level 8/Fire
1800 Atk/1600 Def

1 Beast or Beast-Warrior Type Tuner + 1 or more non-Tuner Beast, Beast-Warrior, or Winged-Beast Type Monster(s)

All Beast, Beast-Warrior, and Winged-Beast Type Monsters you control gain 200 ATK for every Beast, Beast-Warrior, or Winged-Beast Type Monster in your Graveyard. If this card would be destroyed, you can discard 1 Beast, Beast-Warrior, or Winged-Beast Type Monster instead.))