Yu-Gi-Oh! ARDA <> A Real Duel Academy

[Supreme Gamesmaster]

The introduction will be horrendous, so try and struggle through Episode 1. Please?

So the idea is that I'm trying to make Yu-Gi-Oh! (GX specifically, but all three seasons really) not die from continuity errors and melodrama. Think of it as a character interpretation fic for all of Yu-Gi-Oh!. Oh, and they're all OCs. Deal.

Credits:[list]
[*]Crab Helmet and -Pichu-, for giving me the idea that I should write something.
[*]Kazuki Takahashi, for making Yu-Gi-Oh! GX and giving me subject matter.
[*]Rinne, for actually understanding Japanese names and helping me out with those.
[*]You, for reading and hopefully reviewing this piece of crap.
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Note that I have a pretty good idea of what's wrong with this already: the sentence structure is hopelessly boring, the character development is dubious at best, there's none of my usual authorial sarcasm, and the whole thing sounds like a description rather than a story. I've already written part of Episode II and can tell you that it's much, much better in all of those regards. On the other hand, I've always been awful at writing intros, and I honestly can't do much better than this; I spent a couple days revising it, believe it or not, and it is better than the original draft. Also, the lack of transition during waiting periods is basically meant to represent how the anime would handle a long pause, though in retrospect, I could have added some character development for Nagi.

If you pick out anything else, feel free to tell me. What I'd really like, though, is advice on how to improve. Step one of solving a problem is identifying it, but I'm lost as to the other steps.

I wrote it in OpenOffice and pressed F7 before posting it. One good thing about this episode, anyway.

Each episode is either bi- or tripartite, depending on how much detail goes into it. Since I fail at intros, Episode 1 will very much be bipartite.

There is no character bio section, since if I did anything right at all, you'll be able to write your own mental bios for them.

All names are in Western order.
[spoiler=Episode 1: Verae Artes ~ Vera Potentia]
Episode I: Verae Artes ~ Vera Potentia

It was the same thing every year — waking up late for the entrance exams, someone would always be pelting along the streets early in the morning, knocking other pedestrians to the ground and interrupting many a game. It was hopelessly annoying for everyone nearby.

Now that she was in this position herself, Nagi Yuryuin had taken careful precautions not to be late — four consecutive alarms, frequent reminders and practice for the week leading up to the exam. Those precautions were paying off now that she and her mother were pulling up to the testing facility exactly fifteen minutes early. Like any examination, the entrance exams for King’s Duel Academy demanded that the students show up long before the exam actually began, so “fifteen minutes early” translated to “fashionably late.”

Nagi was careful not to get her long black hair caught in the door of her family’s van as she stepped outside. She didn’t bother closing the door, instead patting herself down one more time to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. Oddly, despite planning to attend a specialized Duel Academy, Nagi didn’t duel much, so she had to actually check to make sure she'd put her chosen Deck in her belt.

“You should have everything,” Noriko Yuryuin assured her. Noriko was a pretty woman, with black hair and deep green eyes similar to her daughter’s. “It’ll be alright. You’ll be fine; I know you’re better than most children your age.”

“If you say so,” Nagi said glumly.

Patting her daughter on the head, Noriko passed Nagi a large suitcase. “Well, good-bye, then,” she said cheerfully, “and good luck!”

“Yeah…” Nagi mumbled. “Bye.”

Suddenly struck with hesitation, the young girl suddenly jumped forward and gave her mother kiss goodbye. Noriko giggled.

“Go get ‘em!” she encouraged her daughter. Nagi smiled and closed the door.

The van was off.

<<>>

KaibaLand was, of course, an amusement park, but it had been retrofitted as a testing ground for the day. Therefore, admissions were, in an ironic reflection of Nagi’s youth, held at the entry booth to the great park. It was, essentially, a bright red box with a large striped bar stuck out to one side, designed to stand out from the subdued light blue of the walls Of note was the small window through which to see the operator; it didn’t let an entrant see the computer inside. Nagi had always wondered why the window was so tiny. Now, though, it didn’t much matter to her.

She paled, swallowed hard, and approached the gate to her future.

“Hiya. Name, please?”

The receptionist, oddly, was a student a year or two older than Nagi. Her eyes looked rather like Nagi’s own, though her complexion was much more tanned, and her hair was a long blonde ponytail. A black-and-gold nameplate affixed to her cerulean blazer read “Nagisa Fuyumi.”

Nagi blandly noted that the “Nagi” in Nagisa was written using the same character as her own name should be written with — meaning “calm.” She couldn’t feel less calm at the moment, though the ironic connection somehow calmed her.

“Hiya,” the receptionist greeted her. “Name, please?” Even if Nagi wasn’t calm, Nagisa certainly was.

“Nagi Yuryuin,” Nagi introduced herself. “Ah, I have ID here…” She produced her wallet and ID card more quickly than she’d thought her trembling hands were capable of.

Nagisa managed to slip her arm out the window after a bit of maneuvering to adjust for the lack of space. “Thank you very much,” she said as she took the card. She turned to a computer within the booth, one beyond Nagi’s field of view, and typed quickly with one hand for a moment. After briefly examining the card one more time, she handed it back to Nagi.

“Okie-doke,” she said happily, “you’re in here. Hang on a sec; I have your nametag in here somewhere…”

In a way, Nagi reflected as she waited, it was very relaxing to have students handling admissions; she’d managed to stop shaking, and what little color that had been there to begin with was starting to return to her cheeks. Then again, that was probably the intention.

“Here it is,” Nagisa said, finally breaking the silence. She extended Nagi’s ID, along with a white nametag similar to her own.

“Thank you very much,” Nagi said respectfully, noting that her hand didn’t shake as she reached out to take her ‘tickets.’

“’Kay, so, here you are,” the blonde finished. “Enter, and best of luck.” A bit more typing, and the striped bar swung up, unblocking the hole in the wall through which Nagi would enter.

She swallowed hard and stepped into KaibaLand.

<<>>

Nagi had wandered KaibaLand so often in her youth that she was confident she could have found the gathering of entrants with her eyes closed, but there was no real substitute for being prepared. She’d looked up the meeting place just before she left; the entrants were to meet near the absurd roller coaster, the Crimson Osiris. She smiled at the irony, trying to calm herself down. It was the only ride in KaibaLand she’d never ridden.

The paths were nothing special, modeled after nature trails; gravel marked the path, while grass was off the road. It had a charming effect, though, and it was oddly fitting for such a technological masterpiece, a fusion of old and new. Somehow, even as a massive holographic tunnel of a Ferris wheel cast its shadow over the dirt, Nagi could breathe fresh air.

When she'd reached the coaster, she found an almost humorously quaint scene. Several rows of folding chairs were spread out over the ground; only eighteen of these chairs were currently occupied by hopeful students. Nagi took the seat farthest away from the coaster and waited.

She waited in silence for the longest time, accompanied only by her heartbeat. More children began to fill the seats closer to the coaster itself. This suited Nagi just fine, really; it would have been hopelessly awkward to have to talk to someone she didn’t know just then.

Only two people came, after what felt like an eternity. A boy with messy brown hair, dressed in a white sweatshirt over a faded grey T-shirt, came first. “Hey,” he said breathlessly, making Nagi jump.

“I guess this is the right place, huh?” He grinned sheepishly. Nagi nodded quietly, alarmed at the prospect of talking with a stranger at such an important time.

“Yeah, I’m Daigo Harukawa,” he continued, taking a seat next to her. “Hopefully we’ll be classmates next year, huh?” He smiled again. Where does he get that kind of energy from? Nagi wondered as she nodded mutely. Maybe he’s one of those types that copes using jokes?

“Hang on,” Daigo mumbled to himself. Now he’s worried, Nagi thought smugly. “Where’d Natsuki-san go?”

Is that a friend of his…? Nagi mused, hoping to distract herself with her thoughts. She’s almost certainly another applicant…

Natsuki-san, as it turned out, was a cute redheaded girl with two large, curly pigtails. She was actually wearing a long green dress, which was presumably why she’d had trouble keeping up with Daigo. Nagi blushed suddenly, thinking of her own garments — a black tank top and torn blue jeans — and how they measured up to the other students. Only Daigo’s clothes were so casual.

“Thanks for helping me find it.” Natsuki smiled sweetly at Daigo and took the seat next to him. “So who’s this?”

“Oh, uh…” Daigo blushed a bit at his own gaffe. “Who are you?”

Somehow, it was much harder to talk to her fellow applicants than receptionist Nagisa. “Nagi Yuryuin,” she managed to say.


“Do you know her?” Sachiko asked the boy happily. You don’t? Nagi marveled.

“No,” Daigo admitted, now completely shameless. “She was just sitting here alone, so I thought I’d join her.” His chivalry was almost laughable, Nagi thought.

“So we got here kinda late.” Every year, the black-haired girl thought happily. “I guess they’re gonna be starting any minute now. You ready?”

We never know, do we? Nagi nodded anyway.

“And you’re set?” Natsuki nodded, too.

“I’m good, too, so…” Daigo smiled and reclined, the picture of relaxation. “Hopefully they won’t keep us waiting.”

As it so happened, they didn’t. Perhaps a minute of awkward silence passed before Nagisa appeared to them. A few children in the front row widened their at the receptionist’s appearance; a murmur began to circulate among the entrants.

“Hi,” she said pleasantly, immediately killing said murmur. “It’s me again. Nagisa Fuyumi, if you didn’t catch it before.” Nagi had caught that before; she hadn’t caught Nagisa’s impressive figure, which the receptionist inadvertently outlined as she indicated her nameplate.

“So I’m here to take you to the exam rooms,” she explained, suddenly adopting a distinctly maternal sort of seriousness. “You’ll be coming in random groups of six. Actually, I count thirty-six people here, so that works out pretty nicely.”

Nagi blinked. She hadn’t noticed, but most of the chairs really were filled; only her row was left partly empty.

“Okay, so, the first group is… drum roll please…” The blonde produced a sheet of paper from somewhere — it was practically conjuring, at least to Nagi. After a dramatic pause, she started to read.

“Jack Limbon…”

“A foreigner?” Daigo muttered, his eyes widening a bit. “Geez, how good is this school?”

“Extremely,” Natsuki provided. “Didn’t you know? Plenty of students at King’s Duel Academy are from other countries…”

But the next student, ‘Takeshi Shiraishi,’ was most definitely Japanese, as were the next four.

“Neato,” Nagisa said. “So, if you lucky winners would follow me, we’ll head to the Duel arenas. The rest of you, sit tight and psych yourselves up.”

The six, already standing, huddled around their guide. Nagisa counted them quickly and smiled.

“Off we go, then!” she said happily, walking away from the coaster. The children followed closely, hoping not to break some obscure bit of protocol.

They took what little energy the other students had possessed with them; silence fell hard on the group. Daigo, especially, was starting to look very uncomfortable in the awkward silence.

“So,” he said uneasily, “what do you think the proctors will be playing?”

“I don’t know,” Natsuki replied. “They change the Deck every year, but they usually play the same Deck for everyone. That’s what my older sister said, anyway.”

“Does she go here?” Daigo asked.

The redhead nodded. “Mm, Satoko Natsuki. She’s a third year in Ra Yellow.”

“I see,” Daigo nodded. “I’ll look forward to meeting her, then!” He smiled broadly and leaned back again.

Harukawa and Natsuki had hit it off quite well, and they were able to talk to each other about trivial nothings for several minutes. Nagi, meanwhile, was left with only her thoughts, though she was a lot calmer now than either of the other two would have been. It wasn’t nearly long enough before Nagisa returned with a new sheet of paper.

“I’m back,” she grinned, “ready to take the next group.”

The first two names she read off were obviously foreign: siblings Riona Nic Cana and Cormac Mac Cana. Nagi smiled a bit; they were very happy to be in the same group. The third name, however, was very Japanese: Harukawa Daigo.

“Oh, wow,” Daigo said happily, jumping to his feet. “Guess I’m off. Wish me luck!” Yes, Nagi thought; he definitely acted happy to cope with stress.

Nagi stopped paying attention to names until the last member of the group was called, “Sachiko Natsuki.”

“Oh,” Natsuki said. “Well, good luck, everyone.” And she joined the other five to be marched off to the Dueling arena.

Now there wasn’t even the sound of chatter to keep Nagi company, not that she minded much. The receptionist was very good at her real job; at this point, Nagi was pretty much ready to take on whatever the academy had to throw at her. Other students were starting to be emboldened into murmured conversations, though Nagi couldn’t make out what they were saying at all.

Nagi focused on introspection instead. You'll be fine, she told herself. You can do this. Just breathe and be calm. The Duel doesn't even matter that much anyway. You'll be fine. Slowly, her heart began to relent its furious pace; her breaths became deeper and more rhythmic. But when she finally thought she'd reached a state of calm...

“Alright, we’re back,” Nagisa smiled, instantly silencing what little chatter there had been. “Okay, so this time we’re asking for Nagi Yuryuin…”

Nagi started. Hoping to recover her dignity, she jumped to her feet, picked up her suitcase, and immediately moved to Nagisa’s side.

“Rei Yumura?” The clerk was suddenly a bit hesitant. Everyone saw why once Rei Yumura stood. Her posture was eerily good; her pace far too steady and unrelenting; her eyes icy; her skin even more hopelessly pale than Nagi’s, an ominous contrast with her deep indigo hair. Even her clothing was antiquated and ghostly, a frilly white blouse and matching skirt.


Nagisa’s composure was impressive; after sparing the eerie girl a sympathetic glance, she turned back to the crowd and continued reading names. “Amane Hirokawa…”

Soon, six people had assembled around their guide. “That’s everyone for this group,” Nagisa smiled, apparently unfazed by the terrifying young woman in her retinue. “Let’s go, hyuu~!”

The rides around them seemed to loom up higher than ever before, and it was a long time before they escaped the shadow of the Crimson Osiris. Hirokawa sighed quietly when they did; she was a nervous type, apparently. When she let out her breath, though, the oppressive atmosphere over the whole group seemed to lift; Nagi noticed nearly everyone in the group walking more confidently and regaining some color in their skin. Yumura, of course, was excepted.

Feeling the change in atmosphere acutely, Nagisa took the opportunity to start talking to her charges. “So,” she explained, “there are three groups that’ll be judging your Duel. Even if you lose, you’ve already been accepted if you’ve made it this far, so don’t sweat it. Some of the proctors can be brutal at this stage.

“They’ve got student judges from my dorm, Obelisk Blue. I know all of ‘em.” She winked at the group. “They’ll be fair, when all’s said and done. Shizuka-chan might be a bit harsh, but she gives credit where credit’s due. Still the toughest group to please, though.” She frowned a bit.

“Then they have alumni, and I have no idea who they roped in this year — they’re usually famous people. There’s always two or three. They’re the easiest group to please, ‘cuz they’re always drowning in nostalgia when they come back and trying to be nice.”

One boy whose name Nagi hadn’t caught looked rather alarmed at her tone of voice. “Not that that’s a bad thing,” she giggled.

“And then there are the teachers. They’re completely fair, obviously, and they have the final say as to where you go, in terms of red, yellow, or blue. A lot of times, though, they’re more concerned about the student’s learning experience than their actual capabilities. If you wanna know how good you are, go talk to the student judges once term starts; I can tell you who they are any time.

“Other than that, well, the written test is weighted a lot more than this one, so unless you do really, really well or really, really bad, this isn’t gonna change anything as to where you go. Still, the judges get to see both players’ hands, the orders of their Decks, ‘n stuff like that, so play smart.”

The same boy now looked completely terrified, as did Hirokawa.

“Hm?” Nagisa glanced over her shoulder, bemused. “Oh, what is it?”

“So the proctors can see—” the boy started, but Nagisa laughed and cut him off.

“Oh, the proctors can’t,” she chuckled. “Just the judges. So they can check your strategy and stuff. The proctors duel blind, don’t worry.”

Nagi closed her eyes and took a deep breath. If anything Nagisa was saying was true, she’d be fine, she knew it. She opened her eyes and continued walking —

— only to notice the group was being led up a long, teal staircase.

“We’re here!” Nagisa was happier than the rest of the group put together. “Good luck, everyone! You’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

Nevertheless, as she forced her body through the automatic glass doors to the Duel arenas, Nagi worried.

<<>>

Oddly, the lobby was empty except for six folding chairs and a large desk. Nagi moved to take a seat in one of the chairs; everyone else followed suit except Yumura, who remained standing near the entrance.

“Take a seat, Yumura-san,” Nagisa suggested, petting the strange girl on the head. Yumura wordlessly obeyed, finding the last empty chair, while Nagisa continued on to the desk.

The receptionist picked up a blue walkie-talkie that was tied to some surface on the desk; Nagi couldn’t clearly see what that surface was.

“Hi, Toriyama-sensei,” she said happily, “the next batch is in.” There was a short pause as Toriyama-sensei gave his or her liege some instructions.

“Mm, okay. I’ll send ‘em down.” Nagisa slammed down the walkie-talkie and turned back to her startled charges.

“Well,” she said, “arenas one, three, five, and six are open. So Hirokawa-san, Yumura-san, you’ll have to wait for a little while so the students who came before you can finish their Duels.” She smiled ruefully at them. Hirokawa seemed relieved, but Yumura, of course, betrayed no emotion.

“But everyone else is alright,” the blonde continued brightly. “So if Yuryuin-san could go to arena one — you’ll be able to find ‘em; it’s a straight hallway —and if Johnson-san could head to arena three…”

Nagi leaped out of her seat at the mention of her name. To the right of the desk, she knew from experience, was a set of nearly-invisible sliding doors that would lead to the Duel arenas. She rushed over to these doors, stopping only long enough to let them hiss open. There was, of course, due drama given to the corridor’s unveiling — in this case, a small cloud of steam billowing out to simulate a rush of smoke.

Arena one was, of course, the first door on the left. It, too, slid open as Nagi approached. She slipped in as quickly as she could, eager to leave the crowd behind her.

The arena was a simple construct. Two “desks” on either side of the battlefield bore a simple interface for playing the game; the most advanced features in these were the links to the field and a small slot into which a Duelist could insert their Deck for shuffling. Besides that, there was only a large white square marked off on the floor in tape, designed to indicate where the holograms would pop up.

A proctor was already standing behind the far “desk.” He wore an imposing uniform; a dark grey helmet masked his face, while a long-tailed blue-and-black jacket, black trousers, and large black boots completed the rest of his ensemble. Despite his intimidating clothing, however, a kind smile adorned what could be seen of his face, framed by dark stubble.

“Hello there.” His voice was much too deep and mature to be a student’s, but of course, teachers at the academy served as the proctors. “I’ll be your exam proctor for today. You’re Yuryuin-san, correct?”

Nagi nodded as she stepped up to the podium, far from confident in her ability to speak clearly.

“Best of luck, Yuryuin-san,” the proctor smiled. “If you would insert your Deck for shuffling?”

Nagi nodded again, this time fumbling a bit with her belt before carefully extracting all forty cards contained therein. What experience she had with Dueling didn’t come from fights with strangers or friends — she didn’t have any friends in the first place, and if she did, she doubted they would like Dueling much — so she hadn’t at all perfected the art of unsheathing a whole deck at once. She wanted to count them, but she knew the machine would reject them anyway if she’d dropped any, so she methodically fed the whole block of cards to the machine, crouching a bit to reach.

To Nagi’s delight, the desk whirred a bit and raised her deck to the surface of the projector as if it were some divine gift on a pedestal. Across the field, the proctor must have done the same, since the area marked off in the square immediately came alive. The effect was absolutely gorgeous, and it took Nagi’s breath away — it was as if someone had dropped a beautiful opal into a prismatic sea. The whole field rippled with an ever-changing, iridescent light.

[b]////Duel Start////
Proctor Anon VS Nagi Yuryuin
[4000||4000][/b]

Nagi was sure that the proctor’s unnerving helmet must have had many purposes, but one of those purposes became clear as his voice boomed about the room. “I’ll go first,” he announced. Though the room was only enclosed by thin red walls, his voice had a distinct echo to it. The girl cringed instinctively.

“A bit loud for you?” the proctor asked apologetically. Nagi nodded a third time, still silent.

“Sorry,” he grinned. He’d modulated his voice now to adjust for the microphone’s power. He drew a card with a flourish, and Nagi noticed that he was even wearing dark, leathery gloves. After appraising his hand briefly, he made his move.

“I’ll activate Barrier Type Eta,” he began, laying down a Spell Card.

The resulting effect on the hologram field startled Nagi — there was a bright flash of blue light in midair between her and her opponent. That light then split into a quartet of translucent blue lasers. These lasers then split off into more lasers until, eventually, a whole matrix of light barred the field between her and her opponent.

A holographic projection of the card itself appeared hovering above her interface. Nagi blinked at this sudden apparition.

“Those holograms are substitutes for the lights on your Duel Disks,” the proctor explained. “If you tap them, they’ll turn opaque so you can see what the card does.”

Experimentally, Nagi tapped the ghostly card. Just as the proctor said, the card immediately turned opaque. She read the text on the card with interest; apparently, Barrier Type Eta was a continuous Spell Card that would prevent her from damaging her opponent outside of battle.

Nagi smirked, but only inwardly, so as to stop her opponent from knowing her thoughts. That card was a waste of space against her; she found burning to be among the least reliable strategies ever developed, and she hadn’t included a single card with that capability in her whole Deck.

“Tap it again,” the proctor suggested, “and it will turn back to normal so you can see your own interface.” Nagi did so, and, for the first time, she spoke.

“Thank you for telling me all this.” She tried to speak loudly enough that her opponent would hear her.

“No problem,” he smiled back. “But I’ll tell you what my cards do from now on, so it’s not that important anyway. Academy policy.

“Now, then,” he continued. “I’ll Summon Atlantean Knight #3.”

A small deluge of water seemed to pour from the ceiling. When the flow stopped, a tall, scantily-clad white-haired woman stood in the center of the proctor’s field. The massive spear she carried was, eerily, even bigger than she was.

Along with the monster card, as always, a black-and-gold information placard hovered next to the hologram.

[center]/Atlantean Knight #3
|****|
|2000/ATK|
|DEF/0200|[/center]

It was a bit of fridge brilliance for Nagi that Nagisa’s nametag was patterned after this placard.

“This monster is so strong,” the proctor explained with a wry grin, “that it can’t actually attack. But it’s enough for me to protect my Life Points at this stage, anyway. Besides that, I’ll place one card face-down and end my turn.”

Even the massive graphic for a face-down card seemed intimidating. Nevertheless, Nagi found the reserves of confidence needed to say, “I draw.”

Her opening hand, as it turned out, was excellent: Phoenix Wing Wind Blast; Magic Jammer; Shining Light Knight; Decima, Druid of the Abyss; and Namashi, Sorceress of the Abyss. Her draw, though, was really icing on the cake — she’d managed to find a copy of Exiled Force. There was no reason not to play it, really, except that her field would be void of monsters by the end of the turn, a possibility her Phoenix Wing Wind Blast covered nicely. There was, of course, a gaping hole in her plan; specifically, if the face-down card negated Trap Cards, she’d be left open. Still, there was nothing her plan could do about that, and she wasn’t about to trust her Shining Light Knight’s 1500 ATK to hold the field for long.

“I Summon Exiled Force,” she began, gently laying her card onto the appropriate slot in the terminal. There was a very slight depression in the slot, she noticed; probably to read the cleverly obscured identifier on the back of the card.

A group of hungry-looking men seemed to charge forward onto the Dueling field, one of them holding up a large plaque:

[center]/Exiled Force
|****|
|1000/ATK|
|DEF/1000|[/center]

Her opponent did nothing, so she continued. “I’ll activate its effect, Tributing it to destroy your Atlantean Knight.” A golden, flame-like aura rose around the force, winding its way into the air for some time before turning back down and surrounding the warrior on her opponent’s field. The aura constricted itself around both monsters, squeezing tighter and tighter until both its victims exploded into polygons.

“After that, I’ll just place a face-down —” she laid down her Phoenix Wing Wind Blast — “and end my turn.”

“My turn, then,” the proctor confirmed, drawing his card. “I Summon Dream of the Sky God’s Heir!” What Nagi could only describe as a long-tailed blue bird with a bishop’s miter soared onto the field.

[align=center]/Dream of the Sky God’s Heir
|***|
|1000/ATK|
|DEF/0900|[/align]

“This card is mainly useful as a Tuner,” the proctor explained as Nagi examined the card on her terminal, “but I obviously can’t use it like that now. But when I Summon him, I get to draw a card.”

He smiled broadly at his new card. “My Barrier Type Eta probably won’t have much of an effect on your Deck, but I think this will.”

Nagi’s heart fell like a brick.

“Go, Barrier Type Zeta!” her opponent called.

Oddly, the animation was a small white forcefield surrounding her opponent’s monster. Nagi tapped the translucent card hovering over her terminal to see what it did.

She practically fainted: “Monsters you control cannot be destroyed except by battle.”

It wasn’t technically the end of the world — she had three copies of Avalie the Sorceress, the great 1800-ATK beatstick, floating around in her deck, and her Shining Light Knight could still destroy Spell and Trap Cards. But it would still be a severe impediment to her playing style to be deprived of all destructive effects.

Nagi swallowed and tapped the card again, praying that she hadn’t paled and given away her weakness.

The proctor continued with his onslaught. “Next, I activate my face-down — Mystical Space Typhoon!”

Oh, that wasn’t good at all. Nagi had hoped to save a powerful card like Phoenix Wing Wind Blast for her opponent’s boss monster, but here it was, already being forced. Still, she supposed she could buy some more time for her effects to work.

“I’ll chain your target,” she challenged, even as the dark whirlwind hovered above the massive image of a face-down card. “Phoenix Wing Wind Blast, activate!”

Fiery wings blew forth from where the card had been. “I’m sending your Barrier Type Zeta back to the top of your Deck,” she said imperiously. “To do so, I have to discard a card, so…”

The way this Duel was going, with Avalie the Sorceress nowhere in sight, it was unlikely she’d be able to Summon boss-monster Namashi. She solemnly laid it face-up on her Graveyard slot.

“…hm.” The proctor was smirking, much to Nagi’s dismay. “An unorthodox choice, forsaking your Life Points in order to stall. We’ll see if it’s the wiser. Attack her directly, Dream of the Sky God’s Heir!”

The bird flapped its wings, hurling crescents of what Nagi supposed to be compressed air flying at her. It was still hard not to flinch in the face of such realistic holograms.

[4000||3000]

“I end my turn,” the proctor smiled.

Nagi drew and blinked at her own luck — she’d drawn a Lightning Vortex at exactly the right moment. “I activate Lightning Vortex,” she declared. “By discarding a card from my hand, I can destroy every monster you control.”

With the Barrier Type Zeta on the field, her only Synchro Monster, Zephyr the Blitz, was unlikely to be useful. She sent her, Decima, to the graveyard and watched as the blue bird on the other side of the room fell beneath a torrent of lightning.

“Now I’ll play the Shining Light Knight,” she continued. A pillar of light eclipsed one of her monster zones and then condensed into a blade of light that a young brunette in silver-blue armor held.

[align=center]/Shining Light Knight
|****|
|1500/ATK|
|DEF/1500|[/align]

“I’ll attack directly with her,” she finished, “and end my turn.”

The proctor was quite an experienced Duelist; he was barely fazed as the warrior seemed to bisect him with her glowing blade.

[2500||3000]

“Well played,” the proctor complimented her.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. Now, I draw, though I think I know what this card will be.” He drew and immediately replaced his Barrier Type Zeta.

“Next,” he continued, “I’ll Set a single monster, now that I’m safe from that Knight of yours.” As the proctor now knew, the Shining Light Knight could destroy one face-down card on the field per turn… assuming that this face-down wasn’t protected, as his new one was by his Barrier.

He smirked and Nagi paled. “And now, I’ll equip your Shining Light Knight with Control Armor!”

The warrior was quickly encased in a suit of armor so heavy it reminded Nagi of a coffin.

“The monster equipped with Control Armor loses 500 ATK,” her opponent explained. Examination of the card, however, revealed a second, more sinister effect: if the equipped monster were to be destroyed, the card explained, one monster on the field would be destroyed. Since her opponent’s monsters were all shielded, Nagi could only assume that if she were to lose her Shining Light Knight, whatever other monster she controlled would fall.

“That’s it for me,” he finished.

As Nagi drew, she found her hands trembling again, to her own consternation. She’d drawn another Exiled Force, and this time, it was completely useless. “I change my Knight to Defense Position and…” No, it was better to place a bluff than just end. “…Set one card face-down,” she added, Setting her Magic Jammer, “and end my turn.” She tried not to let her voice tremble.

“My draw…” the proctor practically sang. He smiled yet again. Nagi cringed, wondering what her opponent would be capable of.

“You’re good at this lockdown stuff, aren’t you?” he complimented her. “I have to end my turn here, pretty much.”

Don’t do that! the dark-haired girl thought vehemently as she drew. But I suppose if he’s powerless with two cards in his hand, at least one of those must be some high-level monster. I’ll have to keep his field clear. She mentally cursed as she saw her card. An even more worthless draw had popped up this turn — Kahkki, the Guerilla of Dark World.

She had to wonder… did she dare take the risk of attacking? Not one monster her opponent had played thus far had possessed more than a thousand DEF, but that didn’t necessarily say anything about the new monster.

Still, her opponent might be able to Summon a high-level monster if she didn’t attack, so it was a risk she’d have to take.

“I Summon another Exiled Force,” she began. Another horde rushed out onto the field. “And then I’ll switch my Shining Light Knight to Attack Position.”

“Shining Light Knight, attack his face-down monster,” she commanded. The swordswoman obeyed promptly, leaping through the air and bisecting the hidden card. As it turned out, the new monster had the least DEF yet. The Amphibian Guard of Atlantis, as its momentary plaque revealed, had a grand total of zero DEF.

“Then, of course, I’ll attack directly with Exiled Force.”

[1500||3000]

“I end my turn.”

The proctor nodded approvingly and took his card. “Do you play chess?” he asked conversationally.

“U-um…” Where did that come from? “Sometimes, with my family. Why?”

“The play you made just now was pretty much a chess player’s move,” the proctor explained. “Taking a risky move in hopes of controlling the Duel at large. Nice move, by the way.”

“Um… thank you.”

“The difference…” Yet again, the proctor wore a devious smirk. What now?!

“…is that in chess, your opponent can’t topdeck a turnaround. I Summon Atlantean Knight #1!”

Under another localized waterfall, a tattooed man in blue samurai armor glowered at Nagi’s assembled force.

[align=center]/Atlantean Knight #1
|****|
|1500/ATK|
|DEF/1400|[/align]

“Atlantean Knight,” the proctor ordered, “destroy Shining Light Knight!”

If it weren’t for the control armor, Nagi knew the Shining Light Knight would be able to fight on even ground with her nemesis, but in her bulky suit of “armor,” she stood no chance. She was cut to pieces in moments.

[1500||2500]

“And of course,” Nagi sighed, “I have to destroy the Exiled Force, since your monster is protected.” The forcefield around the blue samurai flashed, as if to remind her. Then a massive explosion rocked her field, blasting her mercenaries into triangles.

“That’s all I can do,” the proctor shrugged. “Your go.”

Nagi’s draw was — of all things — another Shining Light Knight. This time, though, she didn’t dare place it in Attack Position. The Atlantean Knight would do unpleasant things if it were destroyed.

“I Set one monster —” the Shining Light Knight, of course — “and end my turn.”

The proctor was smiling yet again! His Deck was used to operating under strained conditions, it seemed.

“I’ll Set a monster, too,” he smiled, “and attack your face-down with my Atlantean Knight!”

Though the samurai’s lunge was swift, the knight leapt out of its card to parry the blow just in time.

“End turn,” he said, far too pleasantly.

Well, his tone of voice cinches it, Nagi thought unhappily. He’s got a high-level monster he’s waiting to play. And with that Barrier up, my only option… She glanced at her draw, praying her own beatstick Avalie would appear, but alas — she’d only come up with Trap Jammer.

She sighed. “I switch Shining Light Knight to Attack Position and attack your face-down.”

Humorously, it was another defenseless Amphibian Guard of Atlantis.

“End turn.” There was no point in laying a bluff card now; she already had one out, not that it did much.

“Same here.” Nagi jumped; the proctor had apparently drawn and found himself powerless.

Of course, Nagi realized suddenly. He’d want to keep a monster available to Tribute, regardless of the beneficial effects that would ensue were it destroyed.

In that case, it was time for a turnaround. Her new card had given her the key.

“I Set one monster face-down —” Kahkki, not that it really mattered — “and activate Desperate Thunder!”

Desperate Thunder was an iffy card. It needed her to have greater field presence than her opponent and for her enemy to control fewer than three monsters; these conditions were rare. But if she met them, Desperate Thunder could destroy any card her opponent controlled — even a Spell or Trap Card.

“I target Barrier Type Zeta, of course,” she grinned. A massive spark flew from her monsters into the barrier, which shattered like glass from the impact.

“And then I end my turn,” she finished.

Suddenly, a new voice emerged through the proctor’s helmet. “You set in there?” a mature female voice asked.

“Nope,” the proctor muttered into his helmet. It must link him to the administrators, Nagi reflected.

“Okay, then,” the woman replied. “Ring when you’re done.”

“Right.” The proctor tapped his helmet. “Sorry, it’s alright,” he apologized. “We’ll just keep going…”

Oh. The next wave has arrived.

She was distracted from her guilt by yet another demonic smirk. Nagi was starting to get sick of those. “I Summon Atlantean Knight #2,” her foe announced. This knight was done up in more European-style armor, with a much larger sword than his comrade.

[center]/Atlantean Knight #2
|****|
|1700/ATK|
|DEF/1400|[/center]

“Attack the Shining Light Knight!”

The new Atlantean Knight was very clumsy compared to Nagi’s monster, but its armor was tough, and its sword was strong. The knight fell from a single blow.

[1500||2300]

“And my other knight,” he added, “will attack your face-down!” Obviously, Kahkki fell from one lunge by the blue samurai.

“I’m done,” he sighed. “Let’s see how you worm your way out of this one.”

How many turns had passed now? Six? Seven? The Duel was torturously long for a mere four thousand Life Points. Still, survival was enough for Nagi, and her new card would give her that.

“If you can topdeck a beatstick,” she smiled, “then so can I. I play Avalie the Sorceress!”

The long-awaited sorceress had come at last. She came wreathed in darkness, but her actual getup wasn’t actually that dark, a jade shirt stretched over impressive breasts and a steel-blue long skirt. Her smile was mischievous, but not wanton; it seemed to carry a hidden wisdom.

[center]/Avalie the Sorceress
|****|
|1800/ATK|
|DEF/1000|[/center]

Though the first Atlantean Knight would squeeze more Life Points out of her opponent, the second would give her much more trouble were it to survive. Besides, its effect activated during its owner’s Standby Phase, not when it was destroyed.

“Attack and destroy Atlantean Knight #2!” A bolt of darkness pierced the slow knight’s armor long before it could mobilize to defend itself.

[1400||2300]

“I end my turn,” she smiled.

The proctor’s turn was short but deliciously satisfying. “I change Atlantean Knight #1 to Defense Position and end.”

Now, it seemed, a battle of attrition had begun. Destroying the Atlantean Knight would be disagreeable with her new draw — Giant Trunade — but she had little choice but to attack if she wanted to stall that high-level monster. “I attack Atlantean Knight #1 with Avalie,” Nagi declared.

Another black bolt whistled through the air and pierced the knight’s armor, but the samurai didn’t explode just yet. Water began to pour forth from the wound.

“So, pick a card,” Nagi offered. “There’s only two; left or right?”

When Atlantean Knight #1 was destroyed, its controller could look at one card in his or her opponent’s hand. If it wasn’t a Spell Card, it was discarded, but if it was, the controller would draw a card. With only a Spell and a Trap in her hand, either scenario was possible.

“Hm… my right,” the proctor shrugged. A hologram of Giant Trunade flashed on his terminal. He smirked across the field at Nagi and drew a card.

“That’s all,” Nagi sighed.

“Let’s see how long I can hold out,” her enemy grinned as he drew. “I Set a monster in face-down Defense Position and end my turn.”

Nagi drew and managed to avoid gawking. Her third and last copy of Kahkki, Guerilla of Dark World had found its way to her hand in a Duel in which it was worthless.

“I attack your face-down with Avalie.” A bolt of darkness shattered the card, which revealed a third impaled frog. At least I’m not the only one with three worthless cards.

The proctor drew and Set another monster, and then Nagi faced the card that would win her the Duel. Her second Phoenix Wing Wind Blast had finally surfaced.

“I Set one card face-down…” It was nearly impossible to keep her poker face on, but she had to keep her guard up. “And then I’ll attack yet again.” Avalie’s new victim was a formidable-looking centaur bearing a large, crackling spear, but it, too, fell once the sorceress’s bolt pierced it.

Then the proctor drew and smiled his infernal smile yet again. What, more?! Nagi was screaming inside her own head. This Duel’s dragged on for ages already… Am I that bad at just finishing things?

“The trouble with lockdown decks,” the proctor explained, “is that if your opponent manages to luck out and break your combo, even for a turn, it could cost you the Duel. You don’t rely on one combo, but on a series of generic cards, so you’re hard to pin down… but in the end, luck can win out in the end.”

In other words, you’ve topdecked something incredible.

“I Summon the Great Stone Statue of Atlantis!” he roared. Nagi clutched her ears; apparently, the proctor was starting to lose control.

“Sorry…” Suddenly he was back to being reasonable and apologetic. “It’s just that this Duel’s been a challenge, and it’s sort of dragged on for a while.”

Well, yes. That’s the point.

But the Great Stone Statue of Atlantis didn’t seem terribly remarkable; it was, of all things, a Normal Monster. All in all, it looked like a large rock with some glowing blue markings on it.

[align=center]/Great Stone Statue of Atlantis
|****|
|0400/ATK|
|DEF/2200|[/align]

What now? Nagi frowned a bit. Shield and Sword?

The proctor was on his way. “I can Tribute this guy,” he explained, “to Special Summon the Stone Giant Grakal from my hand!”

The rock slowly grew and began to take on more humanoid aspects. Occasionally, a great blue spark would fly up when something particularly significant was happening — the formation of an arm or hand, for instance. The end result of this great transformation was a hulking stone behemoth with some stone semblance of clothes. Though its great hands looked like they could supply the force of a wrecking ball, what truly intimidated Nagi were its eyes, deep cavities that seemed to have no end.

[align=center]/Stone Giant Grakal
|*********|
|3000/ATK|
|DEF/1900|[/align]

The proctor was very confident in his great monster, and Nagi refused to believe it was just a beatstick. She glanced over its effect as he spoke.

“While this guy is up,” he explained, “every monster on the field loses 500 ATK and DEF!”

And so they did; Avalie’s stats dropped to a pathetic 1300 and 500.

But besides being a massive beatstick capable of ending the Duel in one blow, there was really nothing in its effect at all. It could inflict piercing damage, but that was about it. There was no clause stating it was immune to Nagi’s card effects.

She looked up, gulped, and held her hand high.

“Attack Avalie!” the proctor commanded.

And now it was her turn to rant.

“The nice thing about lockdown decks, though…” This was pretty fun; she found a smirk coming to her face. Was the end in sight? “…is that since the duels drag on for so long, with a Duelist’s actions being anticlimactically negated… when the end is in sight, they tend to act hastily and not bother to cover their tracks.”

“And you did?” the proctor guessed.

“Indeed.” Nagi inwardly prayed that her opponent didn’t have any Quick-Play Spells ready to negate her trap; though she didn’t know of any, her knowledge of Duel Monsters was hardly encyclopedic. “I activate Phoenix Wing Wind Blast, again!”

Flames once again rushed up to protect Avalie, knocking the great giant off-balance. Nagi couldn’t help but cringe as it toppled backwards into the massive, glowing image of a card. Even as that card graphic floated to the top of the proctor’s deck, there was no response.

It was over.

The proctor whistled appreciatively. “Not too shabby.”

“Game?” Nagi offered. She’d only looked up that bit of dueling etiquette just before she came; it was customary to ask the opponent if they were ready to forfeit if the stage was set for their defeat.

“Yep,” the proctor agreed, sighing in relief. “Well-played. That was a challenge.”

It was fascinating to watch the game field shut off. It was a similar animation to before, except played backwards — the holograms seemed to melt into some prismatic liquid that collected in the air, turning into the very picture of a huge opal before collapsing on itself and vanishing in a blink of light.

And then it was over. Nagi slumped over her desk, sighing in relief.

[b]\\\\Duel End\\\\

Victory: Nagi Yuryuin, 2300-0[/b]

“We’re finally done here,” the proctor said happily.

“What took you so long? This poor girl’s been having a nervous breakdown.”

Nagi blushed. It had taken a long time, hadn’t it?

“The girl was playing some kinda lockdown; she basically negated my every move. Eleven turns from four thousand Life Points. But like I said, we’re done, so send ‘er down whenever.”

“Alright, then. See you.”

The proctor tapped his helmet one more time and smiled broadly at Nagi. “Well, you’re set, so if you can just follow the hallway to the end, we have a bus waiting. We took your stuff down; you’ll be alright. Nice job, again.”

Nagi nodded and collected her cards, fumbling at them a bit in her desire to leave. They’d served her well after all, she reflected.

Once she was done, she slipped them into the box on her belt and darted out the door.
[/spoiler]
Episode II Comments: No, that isn't much of an epilogue. Wait an eppy; numero trois will explain all, and also begin the story of two major characters we introduced a while ago but never really brought up. Neither of those is the enigmatic Shizuka Akihara, mind; you'll have to wait a while longer for that. Sorry. (You will have to wait for quite a while...)

It took me forever to write this since I've been working on Revelation of Procella; go check out V0.12 in Video Games, pl0x. But that's why the transition sucks.

Also, moar foreshadowing!
[spoiler=Episode II: Hi, I'm Going to Be Your Family This Year]
[i]King's Duel Academy is established on a remote artificial island in the Pacific.


In preparation for the new semester, which begins this fall...


...the students who passed through the entrance gates have been assembled.[/i]

One of the first things that struck Daigo Harukawa about the academy complex was how bright everything was.

Though the whole island was still quite forested, the muted teal of the trees seemed only a backdrop for the four great buildings that dominated the landscape. Three of them were easily identified by their vivid colours — the red, yellow, and blue dormitories for the students of Osiris, Ra, and Obelisk. The building in the centre, then, must have been the main academy, with its glass dome of a ceiling and four golden obelisks surrounding it. With the morning sun shining down on it, the whole island looked vivid and alive, in one way or another.

This was ironic, since the whole thing was artificial. It was eerie to think the trees and shrubs were growing on soil transported from the far corners of the world, but there they were.

"That's amazing, isn't it?"

Sachiko Natsuki had sought him out after her exam — he'd bombed it rather more quickly, his Deck not at all equipped to face the sort of defence presented by the proctors — and sat next to him on both the bus to the airport and the plane to Duel Academy. Apparently, his presence was comforting.

"I know, right?" Daigo smiled, letting his awe show. "And to think the whole island is artificial..."

"Huh?!" Apparently, Sachiko hadn't known this. "B-but the forest, and —"

It was very rare that Daigo got the chance to explain something; more often than not, he was the one being explained to. Naturally, he seized the opportunity when it came around. "Well, the plants are real and stuff, but the soil is collected and imported from other places. Other countries build islands like this, too." In fact, he only knew of one such country — Octavian Island, built by the government on New Albion, had triggered the war that led to New Albion's assimilation by the neighbouring United Kingdom, and had thus been advertised worldwide on the news for several months. But if Japan was bothering to put a Duel Academy on their precious artificial island, Daigo supposed that America and Germany, the countries that currently dominated the Duelling scene, must have built artificial islands as well.

"That's really amazing..." Sachiko looked rather like an awestruck toddler.

A loud ping interrupted the redhead's reverie; the PA system aboard the plane had activated. "Hello, everyone," the hôtesse de l'air said in crisp, enunciated tones. "As you can see, we've reached King's Duel Academy. On landing, we request that all students report to the main academy building, surrounded by the four large obelisks, and follow all instructions given there. Thank you for your attention and good luck during the coming year."

As the PA system shut off, the plane began its decline towards the academy.

<<>>

"Eh, figures..."

Daigo reluctantly took the scarlet nametag from the older girl's hand.

He really hadn't done all that badly on his Duel, especially considering how his opponent's Deck seemed specialized to beat his, but then again, the girl that had greeted them had said that the written exams counted for most of the sorting, and he knew he'd bombed that. So here he was, stuck with Osiris Red as a dormitory.

The uniforms the students would be wearing still had to be selected, sewn, and shipped, along with the black-and gold nametags customary for Duel Academy students. For now, then, "trial nametags" were being distributed, with gold text and a background the same colour as the dormitory in which the student would live. A little booth had been set up in the academy's lobby for the distribution of these nametags; Daigo was now at the front of the line, interfacing with the receptionists.

"It's fine," the girl smiled. "Our school isn't as elitist as other Duel Academies; you'll still have a great time."

An even older blonde girl next to her added, "There are inter-dorm tournaments anyway, so you can enjoy those."

Daigo blinked. "Eh, how'd you know...?"

"I was one of the student judges," she smiled. "So what uniform style did you want...?"

Though any respectable Japanese school would have a uniform, King's catered to foreign students as well by having a large selection of uniform styles, ranging from vests to the sort of long coat you'd expect a spy or criminal to be wearing. The catalogue of available styles was opened on the large desk from which these students conducted the sorting ceremony; here, Daigo would select which style he'd be wearing during the year.

He brushed a bit of hair out of his eyes as he bent to examine the uniforms. Everything on this page seemed too formal, he frowned. The next page was even worse, populated entirely by long coats. He flipped two pages back... There was something; a light jacket with jeans.

"This'll be good." He smiled as he looked up; he'd look excellent in that.

"Gotcha..." This time, it was a young man that took down his choice. "What density of black markings do you want?"

The first girl to speak slapped the boy. "Ow..." he muttered, rubbing his cheek.

"Mm, black markings... Is it possible to get just a rim around the cuffs and down the middle?"

"Of course." The boy smiled awkwardly up at him. "Harukawa Daigo, number... twenty-three-M-A. Good luck," he said cheerfully.

"Thanks," Daigo replied with all the happiness he could muster. Then he stepped aside and let the next person step up to the line.

As Daigo left, he heard the boy add, "What was that for?!"

"Using that phrase on a Red, honestly..." the girl hissed back.

Daigo chuckled; they certainly seemed to have an interesting dynamic going on. "So now I guess I have to find the dorms..." he muttered to himself.”Shouldn't be hard, I could see 'em from the air."

Somehow, he felt as if some burden was being lifted from him as he spoke. It'd be better if I had someone to talk to, but... Sachiko had vanished on him; he was on his own.

"Guess I'm crazy for the day," he grinned, continuing on his way.

Stepping outside the complex did Daigo's mood some good. The lobby, oddly, had been stifling; the light and fresh air outside were highly refreshing. He didn't have a map, but then again, he hardly needed one; all he needed to do was find a towering red building and he'd have found his dorm. Just ahead of him, he realized, was the Obelisk Blue dorm, a hulking blue building on the horizon.

"The buildings were in a triangle..." As usual, just hearing words aloud was calming. "So the other two dorms should also be visible from here. And I'll get to see the other students..."

As he jogged around the circumference of the building, he did, indeed, get some good people-watching done. A small group of boys from Obelisk Blue, for example, were loitering on the path, but an imposing dark-haired girl in a long coat from the same dorm was clearly not happy with their behaviour.

"I told you, it's to learn about the competition for the next year..." The speaker was the only one that wasn't silenced by what Daigo could now see was a bone-chilling glare from the girl; Daigo guessed that he was the leader of the group. "Colleges love it if you do well in the inter-dorm tournaments..."

Already, the new Osiris Red was quite happy, but the girl's reply made him laugh aloud, icy tone or no. "Mm-hm. So when he's eyeing up Fuyumi-san, he's learning about the competition? You learn something new every day; I wouldn't have thought his mind was capable of that."

A yellow building was starting to enter his field of vision. "Ah, there's the Ra dorm... Guess I went the wrong way."

There was Sachiko; her nametag, he could see from here, was a muted yellow. The gold text was a bit darker than on his, so as to make it stand out from the background. She was talking to the girl he'd sat next to during exams, Nagi Yuryuin, who also wore a yellow nametag. Daigo couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret.

Not like I won't see her during classes, though. He'd be rather embarrassed if she saw him with the red tag; it'd be best if she found out later, when he didn't have to explain himself.

"It's strange, though..." Sachiko was saying, a bit anxious about something. "I mean, I thought for sure I was going to Osiris Red... and just from your speech, it sounds like you're more of an Obelisk Blue type..."

"Well, I suppose impressions don't give the whole story," Nagi shrugged. Now Daigo knew what was making Sachiko nervous; Yuryuin didn't sound friendly at all. He didn't know if he'd associate her with an intellectual, but she sounded almost as cold as the Obelisk girl he'd seen earlier, albeit in a different way.

"So, ah, I'd like to explore the dorm..." Nagi turned her shoulder first and walked quickly; Sachiko, affronted, followed only tentatively, biting her lip.

"I'll worry about them tomorrow," Daigo muttered to himself, continuing to jog.

It wasn't long before his future home loomed before him. The walls were much darker than the absurdly bright roof; Daigo would probably be grateful for that as the days wore on. Only two people wore the full red uniform there; one wore a light jacket and was very tall, while the other wore a tank top and skirt and was very short. Their hair colours and complexions were so similar that, were it not for the absurd difference in height, Daigo would have thought the two siblings. Everyone else was in normal clothes, red-and-gold nametags excepted, and Daigo recognized some from the plane ride there.

The two in full uniforms were being approached by an outright thuggish young man. His bulky shoulders were hunched a bit, but his step was strong and confident — almost arrogant, Daigo wanted to say based on his first impression. Though Daigo couldn't see his face from his angle, his head was held high — or was his nose in the air? The line between bravery and snobbishness blurred in this boy.

The tall boy, on the other hand, was firmly on the "bravery" side of the line as he cocked his head, his handsome golden hair falling to one side, at the new boy's arrival. "Hi, I guess," he said in a marvellously diplomatic tone — not overtly offensive, but clearly less than impressed with his new roommate. "So, yeah. You've got a room ready with your name on it. Good luck."

The thuggish boy nodded slightly and stalked inside.

Daigo couldn’t help but notice that the students around him had pretty much stopped in their tracks for fear of their new peer. He frowned a bit. I guess his face was that scary, then. But c’mon, no one can be that bad...

...right?

He strolled up to the door through the crowd.

“Hi.” The tall boy greeted him with a considerably lighter tone than he’d just used, and he accompanied it with a dazzling smile. “So you’re in this dorm, huh? You’ll be fine, unless that guy acts up.” He frowned at the door. “There’s always one or two of those thugs in our dorm every year. Most people hate ‘em and with good reason.”

Daigo was having trouble coming up with a better word to describe this boy than thug.

“So your room is...” The short girl was speaking now, apparently invigorated by her partner’s words. She consulted a small pad of paper in her hands, flipping through the pages a bit.

Then her face fell. “Oh... you’re that boy’s roommate...”

“Oh, of all the luck...” Though Daigo was very unhappy, the people around him seemed to have breathed a collective sigh of relief. “I guess I’ll take one for the team, then,” he shrugged.

“Well, um, the door has your name on it,” the girl directed, “and if you go in and take a left, and then keep going straight until you reach the corner, your room should be there.”

“Thanks.” Today just wasn’t his day, was it? Oh, well.

Time to go meet his new roommate.

<<>>

Daigo’s new room looked like a luxurious hotel room more than anything else. A surprisingly wide set of bunk beds was on the far wall — with red sheets, of course. The walls were still red, but they were a muted pinkish colour where the beds were a vivid scarlet. A dark red carpet covered the floor of the room; on it was a long wooden desk. On the other side of this desk, Daigo noted, was his suitcase, and his roommate, who was apparently going through Daigo’s possessions and removing anything of value.

...wait.

“Hey!” No matter how fearsome this thug might be, there were some things Daigo just couldn’t forgive, and stealing his things before term had even begun was among them. “That’s my stuff!”

The thug gave him a demonic glare with deadened brown eyes. “And?” he challenged.

Definitely arrogant, Daigo reflected, no matter how confident he might think himself.

“I’d appreciate it if you left my belongings to me.” The boy’s leer was ominous, but he had nothing on the Obelisk girl from earlier; there was no cold intelligence behind his eyes, but an uncontrolled fire. Daigo was not impressed.

“And I’ll leave your belongings to you,” he added, hoping this boy was more of a yakuza than a bully.

“...” His roommate ignored him entirely and continued rummaging through Daigo’s suitcase.

Now Daigo was angry. “Leave my stuff alone!” he roared. Personally, he thought he was rather scarier than his roommate’s ineffectual glaring.

“No, thanks,” said roommate said flippantly. He would have kept going if Daigo hadn’t slammed the case’s cover down on his arms.

“I said,” Daigo repeated slowly, “leave... my... stuff... alone.”

Daigo would be damned if his roommate would intimidate him out of having a good time at this academy. His roommate, apparently, would try, starting with a horrible glower that Daigo met with stalwart confidence.

“I’m afraid,” Daigo proclaimed, “that you won’t be pushing me – or anyone on this island,” he added, thinking of the Obelisk girl, “around with just glares and arrogance.”

The roommate just glowered at him. Daigo met his gaze for what seemed like hours. It seemed to lose much of its effect as time went on, he noted. Finally, his opponent lowered his head and turned away.

Well, at least he wouldn’t be too much of a problem. It seemed he was a typical bully – cowering from anyone he couldn’t control. He slinked over to the top bunk, where his own suitcase, recognizably beige and battered, was opened, and his clothes strewn about.

As he turned around to lie down, Daigo caught his nametag — Masaru Hinatsu.

Spelled with the same “natsu” as in “Natsuki.”

Already, anger was swelling within Daigo. This was going to be a long year.

<<>>

The dorm was a luxury hotel. The walls didn't burn her eyes despite being yellow (the colour was well-muted). She hadn't failed her entrance exams. Yet Nagi was still berating her own lack of foresight well into the night. Why?

Nagi had quite forgotten, in the excitement of having not failed her entrance exams too badly, that she was supposed to have a roommate. For someone who, in her own words, didn't like talking to people, having to live with someone she'd never met before was a bad thing.

Well, she'd technically met Natsuki before, but...

Still, she didn't feel comfortable at all sleeping in the same room as someone she didn't properly know. If she did, she probably would have been asleep five hours ago.

<<>>

"Time for tea, sir?"

A young blonde popped her head in the door to the small white room.

"Ah, most certainly."

The man who responded was seated at a black chair at a black table in the back of the room. Nevertheless, he was dressed in a crisp black-and-gold suit. His black hair, slightly greying, was slicked back neatly, and, puzzlingly, he also grew a black goatee.

The blonde couldn't help but wonder why such a good-natured and jolly man was so preoccupied with the colour black.

Beside him stood a woman with dark red hair in a neat bun. She wore a similar suit, contributing to the effect of the black mass in the white room.

"Eh?" The red-haired woman narrowed her eyes warily. "But your appointment..."

"Oh, was there an appointment?" the blonde said sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I must have missed something on the schedule..." She produced a PDA from her shirt pocket and consulted it again.

"It wasn't publicized to your level," the redhead said sharply. The man, however, smiled.

"Oh, it's fine," he said, dismissively waving a hand. "We can all have tea together... it can help us welcome our special guest."

The blonde was absolutely mystified now. "Special...?"

The redhead sighed deeply and inhaled. Then she rattled off a canned explanation:

"One of our new students is to play a special role with us this year. We're relying on her for certain services, so we have to keep her happy. The headmaster arranged for an appointment to discuss her impressions of the school, so as to ensure she's willing to work with us."

"...wow..." The blonde wasn't sure what to be more impressed with: the mysterious student employee, or the fact that her superior had managed to say all of that without stopping to breathe.

"You make it sound so business-like." The man chuckled, his chocolate eyes laughing with him. "I just want to make sure we're providing for our students. After all, while we're certainly relying on our special guest, it's possible that we can teach her some things, too."

"That is what we do best," the blonde laughed, stepping fully into the room. "So, shall I set this down?"

"Ah, please do. She should be here any moment..."

On cue, the door creaked open. The blonde blinked in surprise; her superior glared at her.

"Ah, here you are!" the headmaster said enthusiastically. "Come, sit down. Do you like tea?"

Rei Yumura nodded silently.

<<>>

Joy. He hadn't even learned anything, and already Daigo was betting the rest of the year on a Duel. Why had he bothered agreeing to something like that?

Oh, yes, that's right.

<<>>

"Wh -- now you're stealing my toothpaste?! I thought we just went over this!"

Masaru Hinatsu was stubbornly silent.

"Hinatsu-san, cut it out. Gimme back my toothpaste."

"Don't say my name."

How arrogant can this thug be? Daigo marvelled silently. Once again, it seemed that force was necessary "Now," he growled.

Another contest of wills ensued. Once again, Daigo won without much difficulty.

But it seemed that he'd won too easily. He'd have to check if anything else of his was stolen after he brushed his teeth.

By the time he was done, Hinatsu had climbed into bed and was pretending to sleep. Daigo wasted no time in finding his suitcase and rummaging through all the contents.

Clothes... check. Toiletries... check. Deck... deck... deck... check? No, no deck...

...no Deck?

"Hinatsu-san!"

Hinatsu pretended to sleep, though it was painfully obvious he was still wide awake.

"Where's my Deck, Hinatsu-san?"

No response.

"HINATSU-SAN! WHERE'S MY DECK?"

Finally, he got up and started rummaging through his things. It took him altogether too long to find a Deck and throw it back down to me, scattering the cards all over the floor.

"You're using it wrong, anyway," Hinatsu grumbled before turning over again. "Now lemme sleep."

Daigo now had to collect his cards -- thankfully, they were his. "This isn't going to go on, Hinatsu-san," he growled as he scampered about. "I'm not gonna tolerate this."

"I'm not gonna tolerate you," Hinatsu replied.

"You misunderstand. You don't own this dorm," Daigo growled, still packing his cards together.

"It's a Duel Academy," Hinatsu said dismissively. "So obviously the better Duellist is in charge. Since you have that crappy Deck, I'm obviously the better Duellist."

"You say that like it settles things." Daigo had finished now, and he stood with a snarl. "But in fact, we're both in Osiris Red. So you can't be that great either."

"I am."

Daigo was now so angry he could barely see straight, which would probably explain why he quietly but furiously murmured, "You and me, tomorrow, the Duelling field. Then we can decide who, based on your insane troll logic, should rule this dorm."

"Fine."

And that was that.

<<>>

But really, this was ridiculous! The Duel fields were only opening today!

And yet he was still loading his Deck into his Duel Disk and tossing the sensor bats to either side as he began the first Duel of the year.

"Ready for this?" Hinatsu challenged, cracking his neck ominously. You're still trying to intimidate me? Daigo snarked in his mind. Give me a break!

"Yeah," he replied, smiling confidently. Well, at least he looked confident. He still couldn't get one bit of advice out of his mind, though, from a magazine he once read:

"Don't try and fight a mugger. They do this for a living. They're better at it than you."

Granted, Hinatsu was the least competent mugger Daigo had ever seen, but...

[b]////Duel Start////
Masaru Hintasu VS Daigo Harukawa
[4000||4000][/b]

Whew, a good hand. Doom Fighter XF-04, one of the game's fastest beatsticks since Cyber Dragon, and Syvor the Battlemaster, a 1900-ATK Level 4 monster, had both landed in his hand on the first turn. He even had Compulsory Evacuation Device, which would help if he needed to save his monsters in a pinch or pull out the Doom Fighter, and two other monsters, Andrag the Shieldmaster and Brash Wind Fighter, to help him.

Hinatsu, in contrast, frowned a bit at his hand. We're off to a good start, Daigo thought happily.

"For my first move," he intoned, "I Summon the Android Army - Missile Black!" A steel cylinder about two metres tall popped out of the ground in front of Daigo's foe, and from it emerged a surprisingly short black robot. Its distinctly inhuman blue eyes leered with mechanical menace as a plaque materialized above its head.

[center]/The Android Army - Missile Black\
|****|
|1600/ATK|
|DEF/1300|[/center]

"Then I activate its effect," Hinatsu continued, "letting me send a card from your hand to the Graveyard. Go on, send one."

Daigo barely hesitated before throwing Andrag the Shieldmaster into the Graveyard.

"Now I end my turn," he said flatly.

Wait... that's it? No face-downs or anything?

Daigo could barely believe his eyes. He tapped his Duel Disk to see what else Missile Black did -- when it attacked, his card effects would be negated, except for the defending monster's effect. That was a detrimental effect, to be sure, but it had nothing terribly effective, especially on the first turn.

He drew his sixth card and frowned - Secret Ambush Strategy was worthless while Missile Black was on the field. Oh, well. "I Summon Syvor the Battlemaster!"

A tall knight slightly taller than Hinatsu literally fell from the sky, kicking up a huge cloud of dust as he landed. The reason for that became clear as the dust did -- besides his armour, he carried a massive claymore as his weapon. A plaque soon followed him.

[center]/Syvor the Battlemaster\
|****|
|1900/ATK|
|DEF/0400|[/center]

"Attack Missile Black, Syvor!" he commanded, eager to see how his opponent would respond. "Battlemaster's Blade!"

The android fired several missiles at Syvor, but he managed to dodge through them all. He actually slashed straight through the last missile before hurtling forward at high speed and eviscerating his mechanical opponent.

[4000||3700]

"Then I'll place a face-down..." It was possible that Masaru had a bigger beatstick up his sleeve -- it wouldn't surprise Daigo, given his name and personality -- so it was best to lay Compulsory Evacuation Device now in case he needed to retreat and play the Doom Fighter.

"...and end my turn."

Masaru drew and frowned again. "I Set a monster in face-down Defence Mode and end my turn."

That's Defence Position, Daigo couldn't help but think as he drew, his own frequent misuses of the word notwithstanding. Sanati the Bowmistress -- good, but irrelevant while a certain other monster was in his hand. "I Summon Brash Wind Fighter," he smirked.

A small tornado whirled into existence on Daigo's field. From the centre of it emerged a scantily-clad, braided-pigtailed blonde wielding a maple leaf fan and a confident smirk. A confident warrior girl from a tornado... just what you'd expect a Brash Wind Fighter to be.

[center]/Brash Wind Fighter\
|**|
|1000/ATK|
|DEF/0000|[/center]

"It's so weak," Masaru smiled.

"She's a Tuner," Daigo smiled back. "And I'm gonna tune her to Syvor the Battlemaster."

Masaru's smile vanished.

"Synchro Summon...

Kaiser Attack Challenger!"

<<>>

"Eh? Those students are Duelling already..."

Nagi blinked.

Earlier that morning, after a completely sleepless night, she had allowed Natsuki to drag her around the academy complex, supposing it was the best way to tour the grounds. It had turned out surprisingly well; while she certainly hadn't been at all comfortable, they'd already found the dorm advisor, a cheerful young blonde named Takahata-sensei, carrying a tray of tea to the headmaster's office, which made two essential acquaintances already. Then they'd explored inside the main building, finding a few of their classrooms before finding the Duel arenas in the centre of the facility.

Natsuki was correct -- one stadium was already in use, and it had attracted quite a crowd. From the hallway, Nagi watched as six glowing green rings aligned into a huge cylinder.

"A Synchro Summon..." Natsuki was in awe, her eyes shining. Nagi found it impressive as well, but that was a bit ridiculous. She pondered trying to escape while her roommate was distracted; then she remembered that Natsuki was her roommate and that it was probably best to try and get along with her.

A great green laser filled these rings, and when the light disappeared, a female warrior in massive black armour had taken the stage. She wielded, of all things, a titanic kusarigama.

Nagi couldn't see the plaque from this angle, but it didn't much matter, since Natsuki was already grabbing her arm and trying to drag her away, towards the duel fields.

"Can you let go of me?" Nagi asked as she shook her hand loose. "Thanks..."

Natsuki was already walking away, rather more slowly than Nagi would have expected. She followed anyway.

<<>>

[center]/Kaiser Attack Challenger\
|******|
|2000/ATK|
|DEF/1800|[/center]

Masaru was not impressed. "You had me worried there for a second," he said in a tone that somehow made Daigo even angrier.

Don't let him get to you, he thought. That's letting him win. You're in charge.

"If you think my Attack Challenger is a beatstick, think again," he smirked. Wait -- he probably doesn't think... Oh, whatever, it sounded witty enough. "I still have to make my Attack Challenge!"

"And just what is that supposed to be?"

"I get to drag a monster out of your hand. Go on, pick one," he echoed. The Attack Challenger whirled its kusarigama menacingly.

Masaru frowned and placed his monster.

The armoured knight lashed out with her holographic chain at an amazing speed, snagging the card on the sickle's blade. She dragged out a pod similar to the one that had carried Missile Black. However, the metallic monster that walked out of this one was much bigger -- a supernaturally huge metallic skeleton that matched the Kaiser Attack Challenger in size.

"Chrome Skull gains a hundred ATK for every level star on the field," he explained dejectedly.

[center]/The Android Army - Chrome Skull\
|******|
|1200/ATK|
|DEF/0000|[/center]

"How ironic," Daigo grinned. "Kaiser Attack Challenger gains a hundred attack for each Level Star your summoned monster has!"

[center]/Kaiser Attack Challenger\
|******|
|2600/ATK|
|DEF/1800|[/center]

"Now," he finished, "they do battle. Go forth, Kaiser Attack Challenger! Kaiser Sichel!"

It was one of the greatest anticlimaxes Daigo had ever seen. The Kaiser Attack Challenger eviscerated her opponent in mere moments.

[4000||2300]

"She can't attack again," he said, "so I end my turn."

Masaru drew his card quickly and irritably. Then he smiled. "Flip Summon," he ordered. "The Android Army - Laser Blue."

Yet another pod emerged from the holographic card. The inhabitant was a humanoid blue robot toting a very large gun.

[center]/The Android Army - Laser Blue\
|****|
|1500/ATK|
|DEF/1800|[/center]

"If you have a monster whose DEF is higher than this card's ATK," Hinatsu warned, "this guy's effect will take it out right away in a battle."

Oh. Well. That rather ruined Daigo's plans... or did it?

"Go and attack!"

"Not so fast," Daigo replied. "I activate my Trap Card, Compulsory Evacuation Device! It'll send a monster on the field back to its owner's hand... and I pick Laser Blue."

"Compulsory..." Masaru couldn't believe his eyes. "You actually used..."

The android loaded its gun onto its shoulder and took careful aim at the armoured warrior before it. Rings of cyan energy began pulsing down its rifle. A pinpoint of blue light appeared on the exposed neck of the Attack Challenger.

And then the ground below it exploded. It twirled about through the air for a few seconds before it was finally thrown away in a glimmer of light.

"...I Set another monster," Hinatsu muttered, "and end my turn."

Oh, for... He can still stall?! No wonder he has no counters, he must not have any Spells or Traps! But that's total n00bishness, I mean, really...

But Daigo was elated -- he'd basically won. His draw cinched it. "I activate The Warrior Returning Alive," he declared with a goofy grin. "That'll let me add Syvor the Battlemaster, victim of synchronization, back to my hand. So, of course, I'll Summon him to the field."

Once again, the claymore-wielding soldier dropped from the sky, shooting a smile at his comrade as he did so. The Kaiser smiled back, though her smile was obviously a great deal more chaste than Syvor's.

[center]/Syvor the Battlemaster\
|****|
|1900/ATK|
|DEF/0400|[/center]

"Attack his face-down," Daigo ordered. Another pod appeared, but with a massive slash, Syvor was able to cut it in half without its even opening. Only the death animation revealed that another Missile Black had fallen.

"I think we know who the better Duellist is now," Daigo Harukawa said. "Finish him, Kaiser Attack Challenger! Kaiser Gnadenschuss!"

And in one lightning-fast flick of the kusarigama, Daigo's total superiority was established.

[b]\\\\Duel End\\\\
Victory: Daigo Harukawa, 4000-0[/b]

<<>>

"Hmm..."

Unlike his friends earlier, Kazuya Shirahara really was learning about the competition. This second-floor walkway was the perfect vantage point from which to do so -- it would allow him to think and express emotion on the Duel without being disturbed.

He lowered his head as he thought, letting his white-blond hair cover his eyes. The victorious Duellist had only really won, he reflected, by luck -- Hinatsu's deck almost certainly wasn't that bad, especially if he'd bothered running Laser Blue. But what had gotten his attention wasn't Harukawa's total victory, but his inclusion of the card Compulsory Evacuation Device. Ordinarily, that card was considered vastly inferior to its cousin, Phoenix Wing Wind Blast, but it had two advantages... it didn't have a cost, and it could instead add cards to its user's hand.

Significant, if one sought to wield the Doom Fighter XF-04 as Harukawa had.

Doom Fighter XF-04 wasn't a statistical nightmare -- 2400 ATK, 1900 DEF; most Synchros could stand up to it -- but its Summoning conditions were truly what made it great. It wasn't Summoned by Tributing two monsters on the field, but instead by discarding two monsters from the hand. It couldn't attack on the turn it was Summoned and it was destroyed whenever it was targeted by an effect, or else it wouldn't be unlimited, but Akihara had demonstrated to him last year what a powerful wall it could be.

Compulsory Evacuation Device had almost certainly been included to allow its wielder to Summon the Doom Fighter in an emergency during a period of field superiority such as Andrag the Shieldmaster, discarded on turn one, might provide. But Harukawa had also used it to disrupt his opponent's attempt at a turnaround -- a fairly advanced manoeuvre, especially for a Red, and one that demonstrated versatility and flexibility.

This in turn meant two things about him as an opponent. The first was that he tended towards flexibility and versatility -- and a tendency, as Kazuya knew all too well, meant a weakness.

The second was that he would nevertheless be a dangerous foe.
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I told you I'd be back. [:<
EDIT: AAAAGH NEW FORUM ATE MY FORMATTING AAAAGH

[Supreme Gamesmaster]

...

BUMP.

srsly. r/r. pl0x.

[The True Ace Attorney]

This is... dull...

You claim it makes sense somewhat. Somewhat is an overstatement. The first chapter is your standard Duel Academy entrance exam with a few generic characters with currently no impact on anything. The duel was what you'd expect if you were playing against another person. The ending wasn't spectaculer, which I can respect as it adds realism but if you can't establish that the main character, who I can't determine as there are seperate perspectives in the first and second chapters, can overcome unfair conditions they have no real distinction from anyone who can play the game.

With your second chapter, you introduce an extremely annoying, stupid and stupid 'bully' You know, the type who has some sort of superiority complex. The duel, which didn't really make sense to begin with as fighting fire with fire with bullies is the same as feeding a troll, was dull and showed that the 'bully' character simply had either terrible luck or a terrible deck. Nobody ends a duel without touching their opponents life points unless they meet one of those categories.

The two duels that you feature have little going on and both play differently. The first has a certain tone of realism that isn't what is required in the first duel and the second played out ridiculously as the winner didn't have his life points touched. Untouched life points are reserved for "god" duelists such as Pegasus and Sartorius.

My advice would be to try a completely duel-free chapter. Maybe then we'll see some real substance in the story instead of some duels. Not every episode of Yu-Gi-Oh had a duel and that show and the spin-offs became little more than marketing.

And as a note, I really didn't want to post this considering you only ever seem to post negative comments. Seriously, you should offer suggestions instead of just throttling these works of fiction.

[Supreme Gamesmaster]

Ooooh, that's a good review. Gotta remember that.

Well, I don't know if "generic" is the right word for these characters -- though I admit that Nagi's segment in the second chapter wasn't very well-written at all; it didn't give nearly as much of a sense of 'fear' as it should have.

Seeing as this is supposed to be a character-interpretation fic, the 'innovation' isn't immediately obvious. The trick is to remember that Nagi is the main character and read from that perspective -- it makes the second chapter a great deal better, IMO.

Masaru really did have bad luck -- both Decks were first written out, all forty cards, and then randomly shuffled on Random.org; Masaru just had a bad shuffle. I had Kazuya lampshade that at the end, in my defense. I don't stack the Decks, so dramatic tension isn't exceptional; the only purposes of that Duel were a) to shoehorn a Duel into the chapter, to let Kazuya in on Daigo's Dueling style, and c) to let Sachiko know Daigo was a Red without giving him permanent awkwardness.

Let's see, what else... "If you can't establish that the main character, who I can't determine as there are seperate perspectives in the first and second chapters, can overcome unfair conditions they have no real distinction from anyone who can play the game." [i]That's the point.[/i] Neither Nagi (main character) or Daigo (not, but acts like one) are exceptional Duelists at all; at least, not yet. Masaru is as awful as you'd expect an Osiris Red to be and the proctor is supposed to be beaten. Their distinctions gameplay-wise are in their strategies and card choices, both of which are, I think, made quite clear to those who're inclined to analyze their tactics -- but neither is supposed to be terribly good. The [i]really good[/i] Duelists, up there with Jaden and pals -- Shizuka Akihara, Rei Yumura, Nagisa Fuyumi, Kazuya Shirahara -- haven't fought yet, though Nagisa and Kazuya do battle next chapter.

Masaru is very flat and annoying, yes, but that gives me room to develop him. The idea is that I can write the story from [i]anyone's[/i] perspective and they'll seem somewhat sympathetic; Masaru is not an exception, though he may seem to be. I kept his crushing defeat in there so as to preemptively crush his ego; his backstory (TBR next chapter) combined with this preliminary experience at King's Duel Academy are, together, a setup for future events. I'm quite proud of what I did with such a stereotypical character; expect more from him later on.

A Duel-free chapter would be ideal, and you're quite sharp in picking out that the real story unfolds off the arena, but I made a VOW when I wrote this that I would find some excuse, however shallow, to incorporate a Duel into most every chapter, à la the original.

Thanks for reading; come back next time.

"And as a note, I really didn't want to post this considering you only ever seem to post negative comments. Seriously, you should offer suggestions instead of just throttling these works of fiction. " Well, step one of fixing a problem is identifying it, right? The advice is there; it's just buried in snark and frustration. Take a peek -- it's there, buried beneath the surface.

[Anbu-of-Sand]

Just finished reading it...not that bad. What I found boring was the first duel. IMO, the second duel had much more simple detail. The details all around though are quite simple, but good.

The personalities of each character seem to fit them quite nicely, but that bully...is just your average bully. Nothing unique about this dude. Nagi and Daigo seem to be the main characters, Daigo being the first main.

I'd like to see some more story and less duel. That would be nice. Sorry, that's all the advice I can give because I don't hang out around these forums that much.

[moppmoppmopp]

This is kinda funny, cause 1 of My friends is named Arda.