[Misawa, LP 0]
With his Life Points at zero, Misawa lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling, pondering his life.
He reflected on all the preparations he'd made for this duel, wondering if he'd missed something, if his strategy was flawed, or if something else was wrong.
But the more he thought, the more he realized—it wasn't any of those.
If he had to name his biggest mistake, it was probably this: you just shouldn't duel trolls.
But Misawa wasn't the type to fear failure. If he lost to Jaden, he'd feel a bit frustrated, but the duel itself would still be enjoyable. And he'd bounce back, research new tactics, and prepare for a revenge match.
He hadn't given up on improving or reclaiming his standing, out of duelist pride and resilience. But thinking about how, when he was at his most pumped, summoning his ace for the final blow, he just ended up hitting a "D.D. Warrior"—he felt like he didn't want to touch cards for days.
If he had a choice, he'd rather be kicked to death by Flame Wingman.
The practical exam continued, but the remaining duels had lost all heat and attention. Even long after the two left the stage, everyone was still replaying that duel in their minds.
The Ra Yellow Dorm freshmen felt complicated. This duel not only decided once and for all who was Ra Yellow's king but also symbolized the fall of their last hope—the Anti-Troll Warrior Misawa.
A milestone defeat, symbolizing Ra Yellow's plunge into darkness this year...
Blue and Red dorms didn't all know Kira yet. But the freshmen who saw this duel had that "I don't get it, but I'm shocked" expression, wondering, "Are Ra Yellow's aces always this crazy?" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
Kira himself felt pretty satisfied.
If you ask him, he'd say this is true Sun God style. Who doesn't know that in Battle City, the user of Ra was the legendary Marik?
And what were Marik's duels like?
Weren't they all about lava Golems, Torture Wheel, and other degenerate combos, all for some sadistic fun?
As the heirs of Ra in Yellow Dorm, keeping this tradition alive—bringing joy to others through dueling—isn't that the true Sun God way?
Chancellor Sheppard, who'd watched the whole duel, nodded in satisfaction, thinking: "Looks like I was right—Kira is a talent. With time, he'll be a big deal in the dueling world."
Chazz, having watched, also sat back in his seat with a satisfied smile.
That's right. This is how it should be.
Fujiki Kira might be annoying, but he couldn't forgive him for losing to anyone but himself.
Then one of his lackeys whispered, "Boss, you look so happy, even though you lost today's exam..."
The other lackey: "Shh, keep it down or he'll hear you..."
Chazz's smile vanished.
His fists clenched subconsciously.
"Damn you, Jaden! You're unforgivable too!" Chazz gritted his teeth.
A toxic and a lucksack—both just as hateful in his eyes.
The two lackeys exchanged glances, not daring to speak.
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