Life in Gozango is rough and harsh no matter how you look at it, a land of ruin forsaken even by the one that was supposed to rule over it. It's natural that people would consider being born here as punishment for sins of the past or other things like that while they screamed their lungs off cursing their life. But not everyone was like that, Atsushi didn't mind this kind of life at all, he was the simpliest person, wearing the simpliest clothes and living the simpliest life possible in this hellhole and yet retained a bright smile no matter what happened, he became known in his hometown and called names such as delusional, crazy or just blind to realize the truth because while everyone was despairing over their life, he'd be the kind of person to look at the positives of every situation no matter what. He viewed his life in Gozango not as a curse but as a blessing, as one cannot become truly strong without knowing what true weakness is like, he'd be happy living in Gozango as it'd be an opportunity to help others in their hopelessness. Atsushi at all times did his best to provide for his family when they were unable to do and worked hard to make sure that even in his god forsaken place it'd be possible to smile. At some point he came across a discarded pile of cards he'd later come to known as Vanguard, normally he'd pay it no mind, afterall in land like this thrown away trash is a normal occurence but not this time, he felt something grabbing onto his heart followed by a feeling of extreme lonliness that pulled him closer towards the cards for reasons unknown to him, he simply wanted to have them. Turns out it was an entire deck ready to go, with cards all over the place, dirty with destroyed sleeves and it looked like the deck had little to no consistency, someone probably discarded it for simply being terrible. Atsushi took it for himself, cleaned the cards up and somehow got them brand new sleeves, the longer he had the deck and looked at the cards the more he was interested in the game as a whole and ended up learning it for himself, that's when he realized that his deck was indeed bad. But he didn't mind it because, again, to become strong one must know what true weakness is like. He'd play the deck over and over and manage to win at times, learning the true strategy behind the deck, a slow grind that rewarded those that had the determination to struggle on, something he'd always preach. Using this deck, he showed the kids around his town the game, teaching them how to play, somehow managing to find cards for others too.

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