Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V.
Day 27: Fight
In hindsight, this was something to be expected in Kurosaki Syun's duels.
The teen, who had been introduced as the ace of the Underground Arena, had stricken both the Commons and the Tops as odd as soon as he drove into the Duel Palace. A tall young man whose tight-fitting riding suit revealed his hard and lean built, and his red scarf greatly contrasted with the rest of his colouring. However, the thing that stood out the most were his eyes. Far too narrowed for someone his age, golden and piercing, like a bird of prey circling around its sole victim.
His opponent, on the other hand, was a true crowd favourite: Dennis McField, the street performer, who had also proven to be an excellent duelist as well as an actor.
No more actors.
The duel started. Dennis made the crowd go wild before even his first move, just like he did back home.
What home?
Kurosaki, on the other hand, would not have any of it. He was dead serious during the whole duel; a real mood-killer, honestly. And then, as if that were not enough, his play style became very weird as well. "Targeting Entermage – Trapeze Magician, I activate a Trap! Raid Raptors – Target Flag! I target a monster on your field. I choose Trapeze Magician. Then I draw a card, and I reveal it. Raid Raptors – Last Strix. A monster card."
"Huh?"
"When Trapeze Magician is destroyed, I can check your hand, and if there are any monster cards in your hand, they're sent to the graveyard. I'll reveal your true identity."
After that the duel escalated quickly, tensions rising until they broke like a dam.
Antique Gear Chaos Giant.
A Monster. With every meaning of the word.
They talked about stuff. A girl. Those at the stands did not really care. They just wanted to see how Kurosaki would respond to this.
Respond he did. With rage. With vengeance. A miracle draw granted by something that far surpassed justice.
Raid Raptors – Satellite Canon Falcon.
He counted down. Devoted each and every strike.
He called upon the wrath of the fallen whose names were no longer remembered.
He commanded his falcon to fly beyond the heavens and it did.
And the ruins spoke for themselves.
Most were blinded by the spectacle. But a select few knew better.
This was not a show. This was but a mere glimpse. A glance at a raging fight with no end.
Author notes: Admittedly, "War" would be a more fitting prompt for this one, but a bit too late for that.