[The child's glee was easy to take as his own, Jim humming softly to himself: a rhythm light and airy, one he'd sung to Karen many times after his accident with his eye. Expectantly, he felt her slacken against the harness and with a spared chuckle, hummed it in earnest. Boots crunching slight gravel under the leather heel, Jim skimmed a gloved hand over his deck holster resting at his thigh, a motion of comfort that said a duelist was nothing without his deck.

Well, apparently it was time to share that beloved fact.]

I'm a duelist. Back home, there's a game called Duel Monsters, a card game that's just as popular as soccer or football. I mean, it's known all around the world. Anyway, before I graduated from South Academia, one of many schools that teaches Duel Monsters, I was the champion there.

[He spoke those words not with bragging nor snobbishness, merely treating his known skill in the game as a fact, not a trophy. He had learned bragging wasn't something to do unless you could deal with everything to follow, and since he didn't know the future, why brag?]

Even though I'm out of school, I still duel, and I was planning on entering a tourney before I arrived here. But when I'm not dueling back home, I'm looking for fossils and dinosaur bones - I'm a paleontologist. Karen here helps me with my excavations.

[Now that he could talk about with equal glee; he loved fossils as much as dueling, and his excavation finds back home sure proved that fact.]

My life's fairly simple. [He stated that with a chuckle.] Mind if I ask you the same thing?