"My monster attacks your life points(LP) directly! Burst stream of destruction!" my opponent exclaimed as their Blue-eyes drained me of my last 100 LP. The force of the blast sent me flying into the table behind me. I rubbed my back as I picked myself up. I took my best card from my deck and gave it to the blue-eyes duelist that I just played. She snatched it up and sneered at me, walking away as I counted my deck's card amount to ensure it was still playable. After that duel, I had just 40 cards left.
I left the shop with my head hanging low, overhearing a group of people saying, "Look, it's that weird duelist who says he 'feels' the damage." I walked on, not bothering to defend myself.
"Whelp, you're nearing the end of your track run, Ichiga," said the spirit of the Cerberus in my deck. "I thought I told you to not call me that, MC," I complained. "Well you're losing the right to tell me what to do by losing all of your deck's cards," he refuted. I waved through them as I came to a crossing signal. I was soon joined by a group of other people hoping to cross. A garbage truck was about to pass when I felt myself being pushed into it. The last thing I saw before everything blacked out was black and navy cloak.
When I came to, I was in the back of an ambulance clutching a fusion monster card.
After I was released from the hospital, I was picked up by my roommate. "Hey, Michael. How's the head?" Stephen asked. "Fine, thanks for asking," I replied as I jumped in the front seat. I put my hand into my back to grab my deck box when I felt a second deck box inside. I pulled it out and it was also black and navy. I opened it and I felt a torrent of energy begin to burst forth. I grasped the card closest to me and pulled it out to see it was a fusion card. This fusion card's artwork depicted a spellcaster with many green circles around him, their orange hair and robes fluttering in an artificial wind. I read the name aloud, "Quintet Magician?"
The torrent subsided and I felt a hand on my shoulder. "That's right, master. I am Quintet Magician, the strongest of all spellcasters, yet also the hardest to summon." I shoved the card back in the deck box and waited for us to return to our apartment. In my room, I opened the second deck box and released Quintet Magician once more. I looked up at this tower of magical prowess and saw that he was missing the hat in his artwork. "First off, how did your deck box end up in my posession. Second, how the hell did you save me from being run over. Finally, how can you be tangible?!" I exclaimed in confusion.
He waved his hand, closing and locking the door, closing the windows and blinds, and magically sealing my mouth shut. "I told you I was the strongest spellcaster. It should be no different from me, in essence, placing my soul into the very name. Thus, it causes all things usable with my name to inherit my very being. Unfortunately, there was even a wand shaped sexual device that was given my name." Upon hearing their voice better, I noticed it sounded feminine. On a focused look at their robes, I noticed that Quintet Magician was actually a woman.
"What's that in your pants?" Quintet Magician asked, pointing at my groin. I tried to hide it, feeling extremely embarrassed. She sighed and returned to her card, her last words being, "Don't get too excited. Saving you exhausted a lot of my own power. I'll see you after I'm done recharging." I felt the enchantment on my lips dispell and grabbed my new deck. I sorted through all the spells, traps, monsters, and extra deck to see that it was a deck completely compatible with my own. "Hey, Mike. It's your turn to make dinner," Stephen called from the other side of my bedroom door. "I'll get on it right away," I yelled as I began putting all my cards away.
That evening, I made miso salmon with beans and rice. For dessert, we had the pecan pie that we got a few weeks ago.