[@Scarifar]

As the battle began to get deep into its process, no more than eight turns in, no less than six, someone had wandered into the area in which the duelist has begun their fierce combat and instead of politely moving out of the way for them, he merely moved to the sidelines, to watch in awe and wonder as two young students with customized and strong decks tailored to their skills and the way they think. He wished he had been able to have such, but instead was allowed basically only what his brothers left out for him from what they did not want for themselves, their greedy hands grabbing card they saw as worth value. He hoped one day that he could use his deck, or perhaps even make his own deck the way he wanted so that he could take on foes like this. The young man was small but was probably older than the two of them, his hair cut short and his body as wimpy as he thought his deck was. He was covered in a sweat jacket, his jeans slightly dirtied from him sitting down on the ground to watch the duel more comfortably. As it came to an end, he clapped his hands loudly and genuinely, fast and hard, as he stood up and moved through the now cleared battle area.
"Wow! That was amazing! You guys are really great! And your decks are perfect!"