Before this match, Yamamoto Yuichi was full of ambition, eager to be the first to step up for the dorm exchange battle.
He'd wanted to impress everyone with a flashy first win during the welcome dinner, but instead of glory, all he got was humiliation.
After the duel, his first thoughts weren't regret over his loss or where his tactics had failed, but rather a deep existential crisis.
Like... Why did I pick a fight with this troll? Why did it have to be in front of everyone?
He had the feeling—maybe it was just his imagination—that everyone else seemed happy watching this duel. The other freshmen were practically giddy, especially after seeing him get double-slapped by the combo of bike and submarine.
But people's joys and sorrows are never the same—Yuichi just found everyone else unbearably noisy.
He soon slunk away into the crowd, sulking in silence.
"Ahem."
Dorm head Professor Sartyr cleared his throat and stepped forward.
"Well... Kira and Yuichi have given us a great demonstration and set a fine example for this year's freshman exchange battle.
I hope everyone else will duel actively, get to know each other quickly and build friendships for the next three years."
Let's hope, anyway.
To be honest, after watching that duel, Professor Sartyr was a little less confident.
He'd hoped this event would help freshmen bond through dueling, but he hadn't expected things to start off so... differently.
With duels like this, would they bond at all? Or just freeze each other out?
He couldn't help but glance again at Kira, who had already put away his Duel Disk, and stood politely listening to the speech.
Such a sunny, handsome, polite kid, and yet...
Professor Sartyr sighed. Appearances can be deceiving.
He suddenly had a bad feeling—the future style of this year's Ra Yellow class might be... unpredictable.
...
That night, back in his dorm, Kira finished washing up and flopped onto his bed, turned on the heater, and relaxed on the soft sheets.
Ra Yellow's hardware was top-notch—better than his own home. Obelisk Blue was said to be even better, and he couldn't help but wonder what that would be like.
But he wasn't in a hurry—he'd get there soon enough. Maybe before long, he'd get to experience it himself.
Lying there alone, he got a bit bored, so he pulled out his Silent Magician card and tried calling out the spirit.
Maybe they'd grown a bit closer because Silent Magician wasn't as withdrawn as before—if the master called, she'd usually appear now.
Spirits weren't supposed to need frequent walks, but Kira thought occasional communication was good for the bond. After all, Jaden always chatted with his spirit buddies—maybe that was his secret to lucky draws.
But today, when he called, Silent Magician didn't respond.
Kira was puzzled. What's up? Did all the goodwill I built up vanish? Playing dead again?
Ignoring your master's summons? Maybe you need correction!
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