Echoes of Eternity

by Enigma2187

Meet Kazuyuki Sora, a somewhat skilled duelist attending Duel Academy. Unlike his peers, Sora doesn't dream of the Pro Leagues; he wishes for a stable job and a comfortable life. But as personal conflicts intensify and ideals are put to the test, a greater threat looms, blurring the boundaries of Light and Dark. Will Sora's unconventional approach be a strength or a liability? (OC)

8. Growing Interests

As the path to the cafeteria unfolded before us, with the evening lights painting a tranquil scene, I quirked an eyebrow at Zane. "So, spill it. How'd you find out I was in need of some backup?"

Zane smirked, casting a sidelong glance at me. "Well, Alexis was the one to ring the alarm bells, but it was Jasmine who was oddly insistent about it."

I frowned, taken aback. "Jasmine? We've barely exchanged more than two sentences. Not to mention, it feels like she has it out for me. Why would she go out of her way for me?"

Shrugging with feigned indifference, Zane teased, "Maybe she's just impressed. Word's out you saved Alexis. Or..." he said with a dramatic pause, "maybe she's thinking of challenging you herself. Wants to see if that heroic save was just a fluke or if you're the real deal."

I rolled my eyes, suppressing a chuckle.

"Oh, come on. You're making it sound like I have some kind of fan club."

Zane leaned in closer, his voice dripping with mock seriousness.

"Haven't you heard? Saving a damsel in distress is the quickest way to start one. Especially in a place like this where dueling prowess is everything."

We shared a brief laugh, and I playfully nudged him.

"Alright, alright. Enough with the sarcasm. I'm just a regular duelist trying to get by." I assured.

"But seriously," Zane added, "you've got a knack for making an impression, intentional or not. People notice, Sora."

I winced internally at the thought, drawing more unwanted attention to myself.

"Let's hope they notice my hunger right now," I joked as we approached the entrance of the cafeteria. The aroma of food hit me, reminding me just how ravenous I was.

Zane grunted, leading the way. "Let's eat first; then, we can plot out how to handle your rapidly growing admirer list."

"Sounds like a plan," I responded, grateful for the light-hearted banter.

As we entered the Obelisk Blue cafeteria, I could feel the room's atmosphere shift. Whispers spread like wildfire, and it wasn't long before I became the center of attention. The pristine tables and high ceilings echoed with derisive comments.

"What's a Ra doing in here?"

"Lost your way, Yellow?"

Some giggled while others pointed fingers, and it quickly became clear that Zane's joke about a fan club was just that—a joke. Instead of admiration, I felt the cold sting of discrimination from the Obelisk Blues, who seemed to regard me as an intruder.

I tried to push the negativity aside, reminding myself that Zane had invited me here. However, the comments were quickly escalating from playful jests to outright insults.

"Hey, Yellow! This isn't the kiddie table!"

"Maybe he's here to wash dishes?"

I could feel my face reddening with a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

Why did some Blues have to act so entitled?

It's not like their dorm color made them better duelists—or better people.

After all, most of these Blues got their seats from money and influence.

To think... they are so haughty because of money and power they didn't earn, only inherit.

Before I could react, Zane stood up, drawing the attention of the crowd.

"Enough!" he commanded, his voice echoing across the hall.

Every eye turned to him, and the room fell silent.

"He's earned his place to dine with us tonight."

One bold student sneered, "Oh? And how did he manage that?"

Zane's gaze was unwavering.

"We dueled. And it was a draw."

Whispers erupted. Zane Truesdale, one of the academy's top duelists, had faced off against a Ra Yellow—and hadn't won?

The revelation was clearly a shock to many.

The atmosphere shifted again. Some looked impressed, while others seemed doubtful or even more resentful.

But Zane's words had their effect.

The jeers subsided, replaced by an uneasy peace.

Grateful, I nodded to Zane.

His support meant more than I could say. We grabbed our food, opting for a table a bit removed from the center.

The night had taken yet another unexpected turn, but with Zane by my side, I felt more than capable of facing whatever challenges lay ahead.

The whispers didn't completely die down, and I could still feel eyes on us. It was like a hum in the background, impossible to ignore. Zane, noticing the continued attention, leaned in and murmured, "Hey, there's a quieter spot we can go to. Away from prying eyes and judgmental Blues."

I glanced around, catching a few students glaring in our direction. "That sounds great," I replied, thankful for Zane's consideration.

As we weaved through the cafeteria, a familiar figure came into view—Dr. Crowler, looking every bit the esteemed Obelisk Blue professor with his flamboyant attire and impeccable posture. His gaze settled on us, and I could see a flash of annoyance in his eyes, primarily directed at me.

"Ah, Zane, and..." Crowler paused, letting out an exaggerated sigh, "... Signor Sora. A curious sight to see a Ra Yellow within the esteemed Blue dormitory's halls."

Zane tilted his head slightly, "Just grabbing some food, Dr. Crowler."

Crowler's lips tightened. "Of course. However, I must remind our guest," his gaze pierced through me, "to promptly return to his respective dorm once he's done dining."

I caught the subtle hint of a threat underneath his polite tone. My earlier encounter with him and the Abandoned Dorm incident flashed through my mind. Remembering the suspicions I held, Crowler was probably trying his best to stay neutral. Still, it was evident he wasn't thrilled about my presence.

I nodded, deciding to keep things cordial. "Of course, Dr. Crowler. I'll head back right after."

Crowler gave a curt nod; his eyes still narrowed slightly. "Very well. Enjoy your meal," he said, but his tone suggested otherwise.

Once he was out of earshot, Zane whispered, "That went better than expected."

"Yeah," I sighed, "but it's clear he's still watching every move I make."

Zane smirked, "And you'll keep him on his toes. Let's eat."

The outdoor garden was a testament to the luxuriousness of the Blue dormitory. It was bordered with intricate stonework, and the center was adorned with a tranquil fountain. Soft, ambient lighting bathed the area in a warm, inviting glow, casting delicate shadows across the well-manicured grass. I couldn't help but appreciate the beauty around me.

"Quite the spot, isn't it?" Zane remarked as we settled down at a wrought iron table with cushioned chairs.

I looked down at the plate before me. There was a beautifully plated dish of seared tuna steak, its surface seared to a delicate golden crust, accompanied by a tangy mango salsa and roasted vegetables drizzled with herb-infused oil. The presentation was nothing short of exquisite.

"This looks... incredible," I murmured, taking in the sight. "Is this the sort of food you guys get every day?"

Zane chuckled, "Pretty much. Obelisk Blue prides itself on providing the best of everything. Our chefs here? They've worked in some of the world's top restaurants. Michelin two-three star quality."

I lifted my fork, cutting a small piece of the tuna. The fish was cooked to perfection, moist and flavorful, contrasting perfectly with the tang of the mango salsa.

"Wow," I murmured after the first bite. "I didn't know food could taste this good."

Zane grinned, enjoying a bite of his own dish—a succulent lamb chop with mint jelly. "Welcome to the Obelisk Blue life," he said with a prideful smirk.

I chuckled, but a small part of me felt a twinge of envy. Living in luxury, with the best food and the best facilities—it was a world away from the more austere conditions of Ra Yellow. "If all the meals are this good, maybe I should consider taking the placement exams a little more seriously," I mused aloud.

Zane smiled warmly at my joyful reaction.

"Food is one of life's great pleasures. Never underestimate its power to sway decisions." He sagely reminded. "That's why you shouldn't skip out on meals."

"Well, I never expected you to be so passionate about something like food," I remarked, giving Zane a playful smirk.

Zane's stoic facade broke for a moment, his cheeks coloring slightly. "We all have our... indulgences," he replied with a sheepish smile. "For me, it's good food. Just as dueling fuels the spirit, food nourishes the body."

"I guess everyone has that one thing, huh?" I mused, recalling Misawa's near obsession with lobsters. "Misawa can't stop talking about lobsters. He claims they're the key to dueling strategy. Go figure."

Zane chuckled. "Misawa and his lobsters. But, you know, it's those quirks that make us human that give us depth. A break from the game board. I might be seen as this intense, calculated duelist, but that doesn't mean I don't have other interests."

"It's refreshing," I admitted. "Getting to see the man behind the duelist. We all need something outside the arena that keeps us grounded."

"Exactly," Zane nodded. "Life's not just about dueling, as much as we love it. There's a world of flavors, experiences, and passions waiting to be discovered. And well," he grinned, lifting his fork, "some of us just really love good food."

We both laughed, the atmosphere easing. It was moments like these, away from the intense spotlight of dueling, that allowed for genuine connections and friendships to form.

"How about you? What are you into? Video games?" The Kaiser asked.

I shook my head at the suggestion.

Zane raised an eyebrow, a little surprised. "No video games? I assumed you'd be into the latest dueling simulations or something."

I shook my head with a chuckle, "Not really. Most of my childhood was spent in hospitals, so I didn't really get the chance. But I did find solace in tinkering with whatever gadgets I could get my hands on."

"That old duel disk of yours," Zane gestured, "I've noticed it before. It's one of the original models, right?"

I nodded proudly. "Yeah, it's ancient by today's standards, but it's got character. I like taking it apart, cleaning it, making minor modifications. It's therapeutic in a way."

Zane seemed intrigued. "There's an art to understanding machines, especially the older ones. They're more... tangible than today's tech. Everything's so virtual now."

"That's exactly it!" I exclaimed, excited someone understood his sentiment. "With my duel disk, I can see and feel the gears, circuits, and mechanics. It's real. It's not just some piece of software. And every scratch, every dent tells a story."

Zane smiled, "It's a physical connection to your past. I can see why you cherish it."

I leaned back in my seat, "Yeah, it's one of the few constants in my life. That, and my journal."

"Your journal?" Zane queried.

"Just something I started when I was younger. I jot down my thoughts, feelings, duels, and strategies. Helps clear my mind."

Zane nodded in understanding, "A way to reflect and grow. I respect that. Dueling isn't just about the cards and strategies but the person behind them. Understanding oneself is as crucial as understanding the game."

I couldn't help but smirk at his wisdom.

"You know, for someone who's so focused on dueling, you've got a lot of depth, Zane."

The Kaiser rolled his eyes.

"Well, as you said, there's more to us than just the game."

Zane leaned back, his piercing gaze analyzing me. "So, aside from dueling and tinkering with old tech, what do you do? Any guilty pleasures? Hardcore... action movies, maybe?"

I hesitated, feeling my face flush.

"Not...exactly. I kind of...you know, like sappy romantic comedies."

His eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise before he let out a deep, genuine laugh.

"Really? That's something I didn't see coming. You actually like those shows?"

I shrugged, trying to play it cool, though the defensive edge in my voice was evident.

"Eh, what can I say? There's just something comforting about cheesy love stories with predictable happy endings."

Still laughing, Zane raised his hands as if to fend off an attack.

"Hey, no judgment here. Believe it or not, I've got a thing for old-school rock music."

My smirk was instantaneous.

"Seriously? Now that's something I need to see."

He winked, that signature cool confidence returning. "One day, perhaps."

Feeling a touch nostalgic, I added, "You know, I found that duel disk in a pawn shop just a few weeks before the entrance exams. It was a bit rough around the edges, but there was something about its old charm that appealed to me."

Nodding thoughtfully, Zane replied, "It has character. Seems to suit you, somehow. Every duelist's gear should be a reflection of them."

We continued our meal, the atmosphere lightening.

The conversation shifted from one topic to another, revealing similarities and differences between us that I wouldn't have expected.

Zane leaned back in his chair, a distant look in his eyes.

"You know, Alexis used to be quite the rom-com fan herself," he mused.

I almost choked on my drink. "Alexis? Really?"

He chuckled, nodding. "Oh, absolutely. Before she... well, let's say 'matured' out of it, or at least that's what she says. But back then, she was all about them. Atticus used to come running to me, begging for help whenever Alexis insisted on watching the latest romantic release. He couldn't handle them," Zane said with a wistful smirk.

Atticus must be Alexis's older brother.

And he must be Zane's best friend.

I tried picturing the scene, Atticus in mock distress and Alexis with sparkling eyes, ready to dive into another love story. "That's not the Alexis I'd imagine," I confessed.

Zane's laughter deepened, the memory clearly amusing him. "Well, everyone has their phases, right? As for the Obelisk Blue girls, rom-coms are like a religion. They're always the topic of conversation, followed closely by the latest fashion trends, and then, of course, boys."

I grinned. "Sounds like a busy life."

Zane rolled his eyes dramatically. "Oh, it is. Between saving Atticus from romantic movie marathons and my prep school work, it's a wonder I had time for anything else."

Laughing, I responded, "Well, I'm just glad to know I'm not the only one in this academy with a soft spot for sappy stories."

He raised an eyebrow, playfully challenging.

"Maybe we should have a rom-com night, just to shake things up. But be prepared; some of those stories can be as intense as any duel."

I knew he was messing with me, so I scoffed at him.

"Yeah... I am sure they are."

---

The golden morning sun dappled the ground, creating patterns of light and shadow.

As I approached Jaden, my heart raced.

I could feel its thudding against my ribs, a constant reminder of my recent health scare.

The weight of my announcement bore down on me, and I pondered how Jaden might react.

Would he be happy that I am dueling again?

I mean, most of the reason why everything is so awkward is because of that.

Still, I need to see what happens.

"Hey, Jaden," I began, hesitating slightly.

Jaden looked up from his deck, flashing me a curious smile.

"Hey, Kaz... My bad, Sora. What's on your mind?"

I couldn't help but frown from Jaden's distance from me.

"You know, man. After what we have been through, I don't mind if you call me by first name. Or just Kaz, alright?"

For a moment, Jaden's eyes were baffled by how I had brightened up so quickly.

But in due time, his eyes warmed up to my friendliness.

"Alright, Kaz. What's up?"

Here goes.

Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I revealed, "I've decided to start dueling again."

I had expected Jaden to jump up in excitement, maybe even challenge me to an impromptu duel.

But instead, his face contorted in concern.

The transformation was so sudden that it left me disoriented.

This is unexpected...

"Kaz, are you sure about that? The aftermath of that Shadow duel... was rough. I've never seen you like that. The nurse even said the duel pushed you past your limits.."

I met his gaze, trying to convey my determination.

He's right.

"Jaden, I've thought about this a lot. I can't keep running from my fears. The trauma won't just vanish. I need to face it. And besides, it is just like what you said, that Shadow duel was a one-time thing anyway."

Jaden sighed heavily, raking his fingers through his hair.

His voice wavered slightly, betraying his anxiety.

"I get that, but... you've got to understand why I'm worried, right? It's not just about dueling for you. There's a lot more at stake."

His words struck a chord.

I knew my decision wasn't simple.

But the memories, the sheer weight of what had transpired during the Shadow duel, continued to haunt me.

I believed that by diving back into dueling, I could reclaim a piece of myself that felt lost.

"I promise, Jaden," I whispered, "I'll be careful. But I need to do this, not just for the game, but for myself. I lost a part of me in that duel, and I was able to pick up the pieces when I started dueling again. So I need to do this. Otherwise, I'll drive myself crazy and constantly think about it."

He looked at me for a long moment, eyes searching for any hint of uncertainty.

"Okay," he finally said, nodding slowly. "Just... be safe, okay? And don't push yourself, K?"

I offered a small smile, grateful for his understanding.

I could see the questions swirling in Jaden's eyes, each one holding its own weight and importance.

The most pressing one was likely about the Elemental Hero Terra Firma card I had played.

It was an anomaly in my deck, and Jaden, being the passionate duelist he was, must've been burning with curiosity.

Then there was the deeper, more personal inquiry about my health issues and perhaps even who had prompted me to dive back into the world of dueling.

Just as Jaden was about to speak, the sharp voice of Misawa rang out, breaking the silence between us.

"Jaden, Sora! Over here!"

My gaze flicked to Misawa, who was waving us over with a sense of urgency.

The moment, that brief opportunity to share and clarify, was lost.

I could feel the disappointment sink in, and by the look on Jaden's face, he felt it too.

As we walked over, I mused to myself, "All in due time." I owed Jaden answers, and I intended to give them.

But for now, Misawa's interruption had pressed the pause button on our conversation.

I could only hope the next opportunity would come soon.

The lush greenery of Duel Academy seemed to glow under the soft light of the sun, giving everything a serene ambiance.

Despite the tranquility of the setting, Misawa's plea shattered the peaceful moment.

Misawa shuffled nervously on his feet, looking between Jaden and me with earnest eyes. "I need help. Badly," he admitted.

I could feel the weight of his words and exchanged a glance with Jaden.

The tone in Misawa's voice indicated urgency, and I could see the spark of concern in Jaden's eyes.

"Okay, Misawa. Just take a deep breath and slowly talk to us." I urged, expecting some dueling crisis or an academic emergency.

Misawa took a long, dramatic sigh, his shoulders dropping with the weight of his confession. "I need help... painting my room."

Jaden's eyebrows shot up in confusion. "Painting your room? Dude, why would you...?"

Misawa winced, avoiding our eyes. "I... might have written equations all over the walls."

Groaning, I shot him a reproachful look. "Argh, dude! I got you that canvas so you wouldn't do stuff like this! Why scribble on your walls again?"

With a sheepish grin, Misawa tried to defend himself. "It started small, but then one equation led to another and... well..."

Jaden chuckled, slinging an arm around my shoulder.

"Only Bastion would turn room decoration into an advanced mathematics session."

Misawa's eyes lit up, hopeful.

"So, Sora, Jaden, are you guys in? I promise it'll be fun!"

Stepping into Bastion's room, the sight was truly something to behold.

Every inch of the walls, from floor to ceiling, was covered in mathematical symbols, graphs, and a labyrinth of equations.

The room resembled the notebook of a genius mathematician on a caffeine-fueled rampage.

I couldn't help but let out a low whistle, "Dude, how did you even manage to get some of those equations way up there?" I asked, pointing towards an especially intricate formula near the ceiling.

Before he could answer, I spotted a sequence of numbers and symbols that looked somewhat familiar.

"Hey, did you use Linear Regression for these deck calculations?" I teased, smirking.

Bastion shot me a proud grin, puffing his chest up with an air of mock arrogance.

"Please, Sora. I used the Navier–Stokes equation for fluid dynamics. That allows for a much better prediction model for card flow."

Jaden scratched his head, looking utterly lost.

"You guys are speaking an entirely different language. Just point me to the paint."

Rolling my eyes, I handed Jaden a brush, and soon the three of us were immersed in the process.

Misawa's room transformed from a chaotic mathematician's dream into a calming shade of blue, though we couldn't help but chuckle every time we painted over a particularly long and confusing equation.

As we continued painting, Jaden suddenly stopped, squinting at a section of the wall.

A particular formula, crossed out multiple times, caught his attention. "Oh, I know that one! That's PEMDAS, right?" he said with a hint of pride.

We both examined the formula.

That's...

Misawa and I exchanged amused glances.

...

Misawa, with a patience that was commendable, replied, "Actually, Jaden, that's simple factoring."

I chuckled, "How did you even pass your math exams, man?"

Jaden shot me a playful glare, shrugging.

"I just have a way with numbers, I guess."

Deciding to dig deeper, Jaden continued, "But seriously, Bastion, why'd you cross it out so many times?"

The genius sighed as he glided his hand through his hair.

"I was trying to create a deck that wasn't attribute-focused. Something versatile enough to handle any situation. But it's tough. Especially since there are so few options for a cohesive deck flow."

That's weird...

Why would he want to make a deck like that?

I tilted my head, noticing the concern in Misawa's eyes.

Wait...

"Is this because of the Shadow duels?" I asked.

Misawa sighed again and nodded slowly, "Yes, those duels threw everything I knew about strategy off balance. Jaden had told me that the Shadows were able to play almost any card they wanted. And so... I wanted a deck that could handle...well, anything unexpected."

Jaden frowned, looking thoughtful.

"That's true, but... it's not just about the cards, Bastion. It's also about the duelist. Remember that."

That's something that Koyo would say.

We continued painting Misawa's room until the early afternoon.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, revealing a chaos of scribbles and equations.

Misawa's room looked like the inside of a mathematician's brain.

Every wall bore the mark of his relentless determination.

I remember the first time I saw him scribble down a formula after a duel - I thought it was just a quirk.

But now, surrounded by this manifestation of his passion and concern, it was evident that there was a lot more depth to him than I'd previously given him credit for.

Running my fingers over the complex equations, the weight of Shadow duels on his psyche became painfully clear.

While I'd faced them head-on, Misawa was in the background, grappling with the mere idea of them, preparing for a battle he hoped he'd never face.

The numerous crossed-out formulas showed his frustration and also his perseverance.

Every mistake, every wrong calculation, was a stepping stone to his ultimate goal.

When Jaden made the joke about PEMDAS, it was evident he didn't grasp the gravity of what was in front of us.

Misawa's response, combined with the detailed math, highlighted just how serious he was about this endeavor.

And it wasn't just for himself.

He was doing this to protect those he cared about from the potential threat of Shadow duels.

That got me thinking...

The reality of what had happened to me in my duel might have scarred Misawa too.

Had news of my injuries, of the dark twist in the dueling world, further spurred his drive to perfect his deck?

The thought was unsettling.

Here I was, in a room that was a testament to his dedication, and I couldn't shake off the guilt that perhaps, in some way, my experiences had added to his anxieties.

Bastion was meticulous and calculated, but he was also deeply caring.

And the room's chaotic state was a testament to the whirlwind of emotions and determination swirling inside him.

Seeing this side of him changed my perspective.

I realized that we all have our ways of dealing with fear, and this was Misawa's.

"You're one helluva guy, Misawa." I randomly whispered to myself as I painted over the equations.

And not long after, we had finally accomplished our goal.

We stood at the entrance of Misawa's work and were amazed by how quickly and effectively we finished.

The smell of paint still lingered in the air when Jaden suddenly stretched his arms over his head and dramatically exclaimed, "Man, I'm famished!"

I couldn't resist the jab after hearing of his mathematical skills.

"Do you even know what 'famished' means, Jay?" I teased, shooting him a playful smirk.

Jaden rolled his eyes, pouting slightly. "Of course, Kaz! It means I'm super hungry, duh!"

Before the playful banter could escalate, Bastion, always the peacemaker, cut in.

"How about we head to the cafeteria? I could use a bite too."

Jaden's face immediately lit up, any previous frown vanishing. "Yes! I've been craving one of those Fusion burgers they started selling not so long ago! Flavortown, here we come!"

As we made our way to the cafeteria, Jaden, with his boundless enthusiasm, couldn't contain his amazement at the vast array of dishes displayed.

"Whoa! Look at all this food! Why doesn't Slifer get these kinds of options?"

I exchanged a knowing look with Bastion.

The disparities between the dorms had always been a contentious issue.

We had witnessed many a Slifer student gaze longingly at the richer spread in the higher-ranked dorm cafeterias.

"Budget constraints, maybe?" I mused aloud, my tone light.

But we all knew there was more to it than just budgets.

Walking into the Ra Yellow cafeteria with Jaden was like stepping into a scene from a movie where everything freezes for a dramatic entrance.

A Slifer Red amongst the Ra Yellows was a rare sight, and heads did turn.

But surprisingly, it wasn't as disruptive as I'd anticipated.

Most students in the cafeteria seemed too engrossed in their own worlds.

Some were deeply buried in their notes, trying to cram in some last-minute study time.

Others were animatedly chatting away with friends, discussing recent duels, or just general academy gossip.

And then there were a few who just sat, lost in thought, possibly brooding about their upcoming exams or recent duel results.

We headed over to the food counter.

I could see Jaden's eyes light up at the spread – even Ra Yellow food was a significant step up from Slifer's offerings.

We grabbed our trays, filled them up, and found a spot.

As we settled down, I took a moment to appreciate the slight upgrade from the Slifer Red dining experience, even if it couldn't hold a candle to Obelisk Blue's fare.

I couldn't help but stare down at my tray with a hint of disappointment.

The food in front of me was decent, but it paled in comparison to the culinary masterpiece I had been treated to with Zane just the previous day.

"Oh, man...! This looks so good! Let's eat!"

Jaden, completely oblivious to my thoughts, began wolfing down his food with his usual gusto.

But Misawa, ever the observant one, picked up on my mood. "What's up, Sora?" he inquired, a touch of concern evident in his voice.

Lost in my thoughts, I blurted out more candidly than I intended, "The food in Obelisk Blue... it's just on another level."

Misawa simply nodded, not seeming particularly surprised. "It's the whole dorm hierarchy," he remarked with a slight frown. "You know how it is. Obelisk Blue gets the best of everything. I heard their chefs are world-renown."

Jaden, pausing for a breath between bites, looked up.

"Wait, you had Obelisk food, Kaz?"

His eyes widened in genuine surprise.

"Yeah," I responded, shrugging all the while, "just yesterday with Zane."

The atmosphere shifted almost instantly.

Misawa had just shoveled another forkful of food into his mouth when he noticed the tension.

"Wait a moment. You ate with the Obelisk Blues, Sora?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

It wasn't the sort of surprise where one finds extra fries at the bottom of the bag; it was genuine disbelief.

Swallowing hard, I nodded, muttering, "It was just...you know, after the duel with Zane."

Bastion's eyes widened in realization, "There was a Ra Yellow who dueled the Kaiser, no? I'd heard rumors, but..."

Aw, man...!

I screwed up!

Me and my big mouth!

Keeping my duel against Zane should've been a secret since that way, it wouldn't cause any trouble or unintended consequences.

But now...

I hastily shushed him, wanting to keep a low profile, but it was too late.

Whispers started to spread, and glances were thrown in our direction.

Before Bastion could further connect the dots or press me with more questions, our conversation was rudely interrupted.

A burly Ra Yellow student, clearly a few years older than us, stood at our table, his focus fixed squarely on Jaden.

The air around him radiated hostility.

"Hey, Slifer slacker," he sneered, "lost your way, have you? This isn't your trash pit."

Jaden looked up, his easy-going demeanor shifting subtly, sensing the brewing storm.

I could tell things were about to escalate.

Damn it.

Even in Ra Yellow, there are still people that have that superiority complex.

I guess everyone has it out for the Slifers.

Jaden tried to deflect the confrontation with his signature grin, "Hey man, just wanted to try out the Ra Yellow menu. I hear the burgers are better here!"

The Ra Yellow's face reddened, contrasting sharply with the yellow of his jacket.

"Listen, Slifer. We Yellows earned our place. Your kind doesn't belong here. Now get lost before I help you find the way out!"

The room's ambient noise dimmed as other students turned their heads to see what the commotion was.

Most avoided confrontations, but this Ra Yellow seemed intent on staking his claim.

A fire kindled in my chest. Jaden was my friend, and I wasn't about to let him be disrespected, even if I was the newest face around.

"Hey, leave him alone. Last I checked, the cafeteria is open to everyone."

The burly student took a threatening step forward, towering over me.

"You should watch it, freshman. You don't want to get on the wrong side of the seniors."

I squared my shoulders, ready to face off with the brute.

I wasn't a stranger to brawling, but when push came to shove, I wasn't going to let this slide.

Try me.

Bastion's voice cut through the tension.

"Takashi? Is that you, Takashi Hiroshi?"

The burly student, Takashi, paused and turned his glare towards Bastion.

"Yeah? And you're that freshman, Misawa. What's it to you?"

Bastion crossed his arms.

"Just curious. You had quite the record, after all. With your infamous reputation among the Ra Yellows. If memory serves right, you were a Slifer Red back then."

A murmur spread across the onlooking students.

Takashi's face turned a shade redder, and for a moment, he looked taken aback.

The revelation clearly hit a nerve.

Takashi's expression faltered for a second, then tightened into an even sterner glare.

"My days as a Slifer are an ancient history. Don't act like you know me based on some old shit."

Bastion tilted his head, a slight smirk appearing on his face.

"Ancient history? Wasn't it just last semester that you finally made it to Ra Yellow, Takashi? In your final year, no less."

There were some stifled chuckles from nearby tables.

The school's resident genius had a knack for remembering the most detailed information, and right now, it was serving as the perfect weapon against Takashi's bravado.

I felt a blend of annoyance and pity.

Why did some students feel the need to assert superiority based on a uniform's color?

And more so, why denigrate someone when you yourself have been in their shoes?

It makes no sense.

Takashi took a deep breath, his chest heaving with restrained anger.

"You might be getting off easy because of your friends with Misawa. But don't think I'll forget this."

This was the perfect opportunity for me to diffuse the situation, but instead, I couldn't stand this guy's attitude.

He reminds me of those kids that tormented other kids because of their family's influence.

And kids like me... had it the worst since we didn't have any influence.

We were... unwanted kids.

A blight in this world.

No one understood our pain.

So I shrugged, matching his glare.

"If you have a problem, let's not bother everyone here. There's plenty of space outside."

This was the perfect opportunity for me to diffuse the situation, but instead, I couldn't stand this guy's attitude.

I leaned in and peered into his eyes, which had made him uncomfortable.

Jaden tugged my sleeve lightly.

"Easy, Kaz." He muttered.

But there was something in his voice that knew I was off.

Takashi started to back off, his glare still fixed on me.

"This isn't over," he growled before turning and walking out.

The tension that had gripped the room slowly began to dissipate as the students returned to their meals.

Bastion let out a slow breath while Jaden gave me a worried look.

I just shook my head, trying to shake off the encounter.

Some battles just couldn't be avoided, no matter how peaceful you wished to be.

That's the morally right reason... isn't it?

I let out a sigh over how things went.

The cafeteria's ambient noise returned, a dull murmur of conversations filling the void left by Takashi's abrupt departure.

My eyes were glued to the spot where the confrontational Ra Yellow had been standing moments ago, my heart still racing.

What happened...?

It felt like something inside of me woke up.

And it didn't feel nice.

My fingers began to lightly tap the edge of the table.

It wasn't like me to be confrontational, let alone challenge someone to a brawl.

But Takashi's words, the disdain dripping from every syllable, had struck a nerve.

And that nerve made me think of such dark thoughts.

My mind wandered back to the day prior in the Obelisk Blue cafeteria.

The whispered jibes, the sidelong glances, the laughter echoing behind my back.

I had felt so small, like a trespasser in a world he didn't belong to.

Fortunately, Zane had been there, offering a rare semblance of support, but the sting of discrimination lingered.

But was that all?

I squeezed my eyes shut as I began to sink further into my memories.

Glimpses of my past resurfaced: dirty alleyways, the cold, disgusted gaze of strangers, and the constant struggle for a semblance of kindness or acceptance.

There were the kids, ones like me with no home, no family, just clothes on my back and a dream.

That was before I got my cards and found a new home with the Hibikis.

It's because of them I finally had something else to live for.

I remember how I had once thrown a punch at a boy twice my size, all because he had threatened to steal my cherished cards.

The cards that Koyo gifted to me.

I still can't believe how hard I hit him.

The same burning anger, the need to defend and protect, had been there.

But that wasn't enough to get my anger across.

I wanted him to know how much anger I was holding inside, and I released it with that punch.

Opening my eyes, I looked at Jaden and Bastion, both of who were watching me with a mix of concern and confusion.

"Sorry," I mumbled as I rubbed the back of my neck. "Got lost in some old memories."

Jaden offered a lopsided grin, "We all have our moments, Kaz." He put his hand on my shoulder. "Thanks for standing up for me."

Misawa simply nodded, understanding without words.

But I had to reflect further on this outburst.

Was I truly standing up against discrimination, or was I fighting ghosts from his past?

Either way, it was a part of me, and I would need to come to terms with it.

This part of me...

I don't like it.

My hands fidgeted with the corner of a napkin, rolling and unrolling it.

The tension between the three of us needed to be broken.

"There's something else I should tell you guys," I began, my voice hesitant.

Jaden looked up from his food, a curious expression on his face, and Bastion's analytical eyes fixed on mine, immediately attentive.

"I dueled Zane. Yesterday," I admitted, taking a deep breath. "And it ended in a DRAW."

For a moment, there was a stunned silence.

Jaden's eyes widened, and his fork hovered midway to his mouth.

"Kaz, seriously? The Kaiser? And you didn't get wiped out?"

Misawa, ever the rational thinker, blinked in surprise.

"Against the Cyber End Dragon? The odds of you even beating Zane must've been in the single digits. That's... unbelievable."

I nodded, a little peeved that my success was actually that low. "He constantly used his Cyber Dragons, always finding a way to bring them out on the field, no matter what I did. The pressure was intense, but I managed to keep up."

"But how did it end?" Jaden asked, his curiosity evident.

"I played 'Last Turn,'" I replied. "If the card hadn't worked out, I had another strategy in mind, but the duel would have gone on for much longer."

Misawa took a moment, trying to process everything.

"The risks involved in that play, and against Zane of all people. You're braver than I thought, Sora."

Jaden grinned, thumping me on the back, "Man, Kaz! First, the Obelisk Blue food, now this? What a week for you! Aww! I wish I had seen that duel!"

I chuckled, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders.

Sharing the experience felt like a relief.

"Just trying to make the most of it," I replied with a smirk. "Now that I dueled against him, now I know what to expect if I duel him again.

Misawa rubbed his chin in thought.

"But wouldn't that mean Zane would know what to expect if you duel him again as well?"

"Ugh, just let me have this..."

---

The fresh scent of paint lingered in the air, masking the familiar scent of Misawa's room.

Books and cards were scattered everywhere, the remnants of his countless strategies and the aftermath of his equation-based deck creation.

"As you can see," Misawa began, "Chancellor Sheppard himself has offered me a seat in Obelisk Blue. But there's a catch." He looked a bit uneasy. "I have to beat Chazz in a duel, and afterward, I have to defeat another Ra Yellow."

Jaden raised an eyebrow. "Another Ra Yellow? Who's that?"

Bastion looked thoughtful. "I don't know. But it's strange, isn't it? They want me to beat an Obelisk Blue first and then a Ra Yellow. It makes me think the Ra Yellow must be someone special."

As they discussed, my heart rate quickened. The pieces started coming together, and I had a sinking feeling about the identity of the Ra Yellow duelist.

"Whoever it is," Jaden mused, "they gotta be really good to be the final obstacle after dueling someone from Obelisk Blue."

Bastion nodded, "It's an interesting choice, to say the least. I just wish I knew who it was. The anticipation is nerve-wracking."

I bit my lip, thinking.

If there was someone who had all the answers, it would be Chancellor Sheppard.

I decided it was time to get some clarity. "I'm going to see Sheppard," I said suddenly, standing up.

Jaden looked puzzled.

"Why? You think he'll spill the beans?"

"I hope so," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "There's only one way to find out."

Bastion looked thoughtful, "Hmm... Sometimes, the answers we seek aren't the ones we're prepared for."

I nodded, taking his words to heart. "Thanks, Bastion. I'll keep that in mind."

Leaving Bastion's room, the weight of the unknown pressed on me.

With every step toward Sheppard's office, I felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

I had to know the truth.

Whatever it was, I hoped I was ready for it.

Taking a deep breath, I entered the room, the polished wooden floors echoing with each step. Both Sheppard and Crowler turned to look at me, and though their reactions were starkly different, I could sense the weight of importance in the room.

"Ah, young Mr. Sora," Sheppard greeted warmly, his eyes crinkling with a welcoming smile. "It's good to see you. What brings you here?"

Before I could respond, Crowler chimed in with a less enthusiastic tone, "Well, well, if it isn't our little Ra Yellow prodigy. I hope you have a good reason for interrupting our meeting."

Trying to mask my nerves with determination, I nodded, "I do, Professor Crowler. Chancellor, I've heard rumors about an upcoming duel. A duel that could offer a seat in Obelisk Blue and involves a mystery Ra Yellow participant. I'm here for answers."

Sheppard's eyes glinted with curiosity, "Ah, word does travel fast at Duel Academy. Yes, that duel is indeed scheduled."

Crowler, ever the skeptic, eyed me closely. "And what, pray tell, makes you think you're involved in this?"

Ignoring the implied condescension in Crowler's voice, I took a moment to gather my thoughts. "I have a feeling... an inkling that I might be that mysterious Ra Yellow. Besides, after my recent duel with Zane, I think there's a chance I might have been considered."

Inside the well-appointed office, I stood nervously across from Sheppard and Crowler, waiting for any kind of confirmation on the rumors circulating Duel Academy.

Crowler, with his typical air of arrogance, tilted his head and looked at me directly.

"Very well, let's put an end to your little speculation, shall we?" Crowler started, his voice dripping with condescension. "Yes, Sora, you are indeed the mystery Ra Yellow duelist. After the word spread about your astonishing duel with Zane among the elite Obelisk Blues, it's become quite clear that someone of your potential should be given a chance to rise."

I blinked in surprise, both from his bluntness and the acknowledgment.

A ticket to Obelisk Blue?

Aw, crap...

If only word didn't go out, then I wouldn't be in this mess!

Before I could process this or even respond, Sheppard smoothly interjected, nodding sagely.

"While your skills on the duel field have been impressive, Sora, there's another candidate who's made quite the mark with his academic brilliance. Bastion Misawa has showcased peerless duel theories and has maintained an outstanding academic record. It's only fair that he, too, gets a shot at joining the Obelisk Blue ranks," Sheppard stated, his tone firm yet compassionate.

I felt a rush of emotions, from shock to a growing determination.

"So, you're saying that both of us are being considered, but only one will make the cut?"

Crowler smirked, clearly enjoying the tension.

"Exactly. While your duel with Zane was indeed commendable, we need to ascertain if you can handle the pressures of being an Obelisk Blue. And what better way than a duel? If you win against Bastion Misawa, then you will be welcomed to the Obelisk Blues with open arms."

Wait, what if Bastion loses?

Why isn't he putting any stock on Princeton?

Sheppard nodded in agreement, "It's important to remember, Sora, that this isn't just about dueling prowess. It's about character, resilience, and the ability to adapt and grow."

This is my chance to get the best out of this Academy.

But...

I don't think I can stand those Blues.

Besides, I think I'll be doing Misawa a favor.

He deserves the seat.

Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself.

"I... decline the offer. I don't wish to duel against Misawa. Let him take the seat."

Sheppard's eyes widened, clearly taken aback by my sudden refusal.

But before he could utter a word, Crowler, in his typical flamboyant manner, cut in.

"Sora, you mustn't be thinking straight! Why joining Obelisk Blue isn't just a simple move; it's a transformative experience! You would be amidst the crème de la crème of Duel Academy. Think about the status, the prestige, the amenities!" Crowler's eyes shimmered with an odd intensity. "The gourmet meals, the premium duel disks, the personal attention you'd receive from the faculty, not to mention the top-tier education and training!"

I took a moment to study Crowler, noting his overzealous pitch.

There was more to it than just his love for Obelisk Blue.

His desperation was obvious, and that made me more cautious.

What's his deal?

Why does he want me to join so badly?

And sure, being an Obelisk Blue will look good on my resume, but I'm definitely going to stand out.

That's something I want to avoid.

Hmm... Still...

"While I appreciate the offer and the... benefits, Professor Crowler, my place isn't in Obelisk Blue. I don't seek luxury or status. What I value is genuine skill, camaraderie, and growth." I answered.

Sheppard, looking intrigued, folded his hands, waiting for me to elaborate.

But Crowler, clearly frustrated, retorted, "Do you understand what you're passing up? This isn't just any offer. It's a golden ticket, an express pass to the top!"

Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze, "Professor, I don't want an express pass. I want to earn my place, not just slide into it."

Actually, I really despise your Blues.

I would rather wear this piss yellow coat than be in the presence of those... rich kids.

And who knows what kind of discrimination I'll be under if I do manage to get in?

Or better yet, how would I change?

Takashi is a good example of someone being corrupted by status.

Maybe it's for the best.

Crowler looked taken aback, his mouth slightly agape.

I took this pause to continue, "I am very grateful for the offer, Doctor. But I feel like I have not earned my seat just yet. But once I feel like I have worked hard, with better grades, duel strategies, and maybe mindset, I will take the advancement exam like everyone else."

Sheppard, ever the diplomat, tried to ease the tension, "I respect your decision, Sora. But remember, doors like these don't open every day."

Nodding, I replied, "Thank you, Chancellor. I understand the opportunity, but for now, I wish to walk my own path." I then turned to leave, casting one last glance at Crowler, who seemed to be mulling over my words, a mix of irritation and contemplation on his face.

Yep, there we go.

That's the face of a man who is offended that I didn't accept his offer.

"If there is nothing else, sir, I will take my leave," I stated, to which the Chancellor gave me a friendly wave goodbye.

Crowler didn't meet my eyes as I left.

---

Crowler sat in his luxurious office, the gentle clinking of a fine porcelain teacup against its saucer interrupting his brooding silence.

Steam gently wafted up from the cup, carrying with it the scent of a rare oolong.

He always enjoyed the little luxuries that his position afforded him.

The meticulously planned scheme to bring Sora into Obelisk Blue while sidelining Chazz was perfect.

At least, in Crowler's eyes.

Having Sora, a rising talent, under his watch would serve multiple purposes.

It would allow him to keep a close eye on the young duelist and, in the process, subtly mold him into the kind of student Crowler wanted for the prestigious Obelisk Blue.

Not to mention that if he steps out of line, Crowler can easily rein him in if needed.

But most importantly, it can help with stifling his suspicions about what had happened in that dreaded incident a week ago.

Deep down within him, he had felt guilt that a student, whether it be from the Blues, Yellows, or even those slackers from the Reds, never wished for anyone to get hurt.

With Sheppard stepping in and offering the spot to Misawa, his calculations were disrupted.

And then there was Sora's inexplicable refusal.

Crowler's frustration bubbled just beneath the surface.

Why would anyone turn down the chance to enjoy the privileges of Obelisk Blue?

It was baffling.

Crowler's mind raced as he contemplated ways to entice Sora and convince him to change his mind.

There must be something, some angle he hadn't considered yet.

He had to act quickly before Bastion sealed the deal and secured his position.

The young duelist's meteoric rise was already drawing too much attention.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a firm knock on the heavy wooden door of his office.

Startled, Crowler straightened up in his plush chair.

"Come in!" he announced, his voice carrying the imperious tone he often used with students.

As the door opened, Crowler hoped to see someone that could aid in his quest to get Sora into Obelisk Blue or at least someone who could divert his mind from the current situation.

Crowler raised an eyebrow, curious as to the professor's sudden visit. "Professor Tanaka," he began, his tone courteous but with a hint of annoyance, "to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"

Tanaka, always the direct type, wasted no time. "I heard about your little proposition to Sora," he began, adjusting his glasses. "I also heard that he declined your offer."

Crowler shifted in his seat, uneasy. Tanaka always had a way of making him feel like he was back in school, facing a stern teacher.

"That's a matter of school politics and the progress of our students. Why the sudden interest?"

Tanaka leaned forward, placing his hands on Crowler's desk. "I have news of someone who wants to help Sora. An anonymous benefactor has taken an interest in him, so he arranged for a special program for him."

Crowler narrowed his eyes, suspicion creeping in. "Why wasn't I informed of this earlier? And who exactly is this anonymous benefactor?"

Tanaka shrugged, "I'm not privy to the identity of the benefactor. As for why you weren't informed, it was kept on the down low, only to be presented to potential candidates."

Crowler's thoughts immediately went to Sora. "Is this why Sora declined the seat? Does he know about this?"

Tanaka hesitated for a brief moment before answering. "Sora isn't aware of it yet. I thought to inform you first, given your... interest in his advancement. It's possible that he might consider this scholarship program, especially if it allows him to progress on his own merit."

Crowler leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples in thought.

"And what does this scholarship entail?"

Tanaka took out a folder from his bag, placing it in front of Crowler.

"It's quite rigorous. There will be a series of challenges, not just dueling but academic tests as well. The candidate will need to excel in both areas."

Crowler flipped through the papers inside the folder, trying to process the information.

"And if the candidate succeeds?"

"First, they'll be promoted to Obelisk Blue and receive full financial support for their studies," Tanaka explained. "Then they'll have to maintain a set amount of Duel Points and pass their classes with at least B's. If they manage to succeed, then they'll get a generous stipend. Something like this is bound to stick out on a resume."

Crowler smirked. "Well, if Sora does decide to go through with this, it might be interesting. But know this, Professor," Crowler said, locking eyes with Tanaka, "I won't let anyone, not even an anonymous benefactor, pull strings in my domain."

Tanaka smiled politely.

"Understood, Dr. Crowler. If it helps, the Chancellor had signed off on this too. But always remember, it's for the good of the students."

He then stood up, preparing to leave.

"Besides, I don't think someone like him will turn an offer like that down."

As Tanaka left, Crowler was left with a mix of frustration and intrigue.

This scholarship could change everything, and Crowler had to ensure it played in his favor.

Though he was a little confused as to why Sheppard had signed off on such a program after demonstrating such understanding, he didn't care at the moment.

His job and livelihood were at stake.

---

It was the day when Misawa had to duel against Chazz for his seat for Obelisk Blue.

The sun was high in the sky, casting a golden hue over the Duel Academy.

The buzz of excitement filled the air as students from all dorms gathered around the dueling arena.

Sheesh, they didn't have to make this duel a spectacle or anything.

Why couldn't this duel be done somewhere private?

Well, I guess a duel is a duel.

Finding a decent spot, I sat by myself, wanting a clear view of the match and hoping to cheer on Misawa.

The thought of forfeiting whoever won this match lingered in my mind.

My eyes scanned the crowd for Jaden and the others.

I wondered where they could be.

Hmm, they should be nearby, right?

As I continue to look for my friends, I couldn't help recall the odd encounter I had in the morning.

---

Misawa's room was out of commission, its walls freshly painted and the scent of paint fumes making it impossible to inhabit.

Being the considerate (or maybe just naive) guy that I am, I offered Misawa my room for the night.

But, as the universe would have it, Misawa turned out to be an incredibly loud snorer.

Each snore sounded like a chainsaw tearing through a forest, making it utterly impossible for me to catch even a wink of sleep.

Frustrated and in dire need of some fresh air, I decided to take a stroll.

The academy grounds were serene at that hour, with the soft chirping of crickets acting as a backdrop.

But as I passed Misawa's room, a shadowy figure caught my attention. Someone was fiddling with the locks on his door.

Adrenaline pumping, I approached stealthily, readying myself for a confrontation.

In a swift motion, I grabbed the intruder's shoulder, yanking him around to face me.

To my astonishment, it was none other than Chazz Princeton, his usually confident face betraying a hint of surprise.

"Princeton?!" I blurted, my confusion evident. "What in the world are you doing here?"

The Blue groaned.

"Looking for a friend's dorm," Chazz said rather too quickly, his eyes darting left and right, avoiding direct contact with mine.

"At this hour?" I raised an eyebrow skeptically. "In front of Misawa's room? And why are you messing with the lock?"

Chazz, probably feeling cornered, took on a more defensive posture, narrowing his eyes at me. "That's none of your business, Yellow boy."

Yellow boy?

At least he didn't call me piss boy because of these coats.

With the dark circles under my eyes, my patience was wearing thin.

The sleepless night, combined with Misawa's snoring and now this, had left me in no mood for Chazz's usual antics.

"Maybe you should find a hobby that doesn't involve sneaking around in the middle of the night," I retorted.

His face contorted with frustration. "Yeah, and maybe you should get lost."

Something in me snapped.

Maybe it was the fatigue, or perhaps it was just the sheer audacity of Chazz thinking he could get away with this.

I leaned in closer, my voice dropping a notch.

"Maybe you should explain yourself before you try any more door locks."

Chazz, for all his arrogance and swagger during the day, seemed genuinely taken aback.

He clearly hadn't expected this kind of confrontation, especially not from a Ra Yellow like me.

The realization that he might have bitten off more than he could chew seemed to dawn on him.

My piercing gaze remained on Chazz as he tried to regain some semblance of his usual confidence.

"You'll regret crossing me, Yellow Boy..." he muttered, straightening his jacket, making an obvious effort to sound threatening.

But the distance between us – not just the physical height and build but also our social standings in the Academy – made his threat sound hollow.

A guy who had lost to a Slifer Red is bound to have some credibility, sure...

Though I know Jaden doesn't deserve to be so low in the totem pole.

Still, the urgency in his voice was noticeable.

"I suggest you stick to your own dorm next time," I shot back, watching as he hesitated for a moment longer, then turned sharply, disappearing into the shadows of the hallway.

As he left, I found myself gazing at Misawa's door, a sense of unease settling in.

Why would Chazz Princeton, an Obelisk Blue, one of the elites, be interested in a Ra Yellow's room, especially Misawa's?

What was so special about that room, or its contents, that would attract someone of his stature?

The pieces didn't quite fit.

A breeze from an open window brought me back to reality, and the fatigue from the sleepless night began to weigh on me once more.

As I slowly made my way back to my room, the night's events spun in my mind, bringing more questions than answers.

What was Chazz up to?

And more importantly, why was he there in the first place?

Doesn't he have a family name to uphold?

---

Just as I got lost in thought, I was snapped back to reality by a familiar voice.

"Hey. Is this seat taken?" I looked up to see Jasmine, her usual confident demeanor on display.

Her brown hair shimmered in the sunlight, and her sharp eyes glinted intensely.

And there was an air of brusqueness about her that I had come to recognize.

"No, it's not. Go ahead," I replied, shifting slightly to give her more space.

She took the seat without another word, and for a moment, an awkward silence lingered between us.

Our attention was soon captured by the duelists taking their positions on the stage.

The tension between us was intense.

Did I somehow piss her off?

I broke the silence first.

"Are you rooting for anyone specific?" I asked, genuinely curious.

Jasmine shot me a sidelong glance, her eyes scanning my very soul.

"I'm just here for a good duel," she replied curtly.

I nodded, taking the hint and turning my attention back to the impending match.

Man...

I'm bad with girls, huh?

For some reason, I felt a nostalgic but nagging sensation.

Wait a minute...!

I turned to my side and saw Jasmine looking away while checking on her nails, uninterested in what was going on.

Huh, that was weird.

My attention was directed at the arena, and I felt the sensation again.

And so, I reared my head towards Jasmine once again.

Like before, she was checking on her nails, but this time, her eyes were directed at me.

"What do you want?"

I shook my head.

"Nothing... sorry."

What was that about?

My eyes refocused on the arena, with the eerie sensation pricking my senses.

But this time, I opted to ignore it.

I was engrossed in the preparation for the duel when a flurry of movement caught my attention.

A second later, I saw Mindy, her eyes lighting up upon seeing me.

However, her cheerfulness seemed to waver when she spotted Jasmine beside me.

I noticed a swift, sharp glare directed near me, but before I could ponder over it, Mindy was beside me.

"Mind if I sit here?" she asked with a bright smile, pushing herself between me and Jasmine, effectively pushing the latter to the side.

I blinked in surprise, "Uh, I didn't say anything, but sure."

"Oh, I just thought you might need some better company," she said, winking playfully.

I was about to respond when another voice chimed in.

"Where did you two disappear to?" Alexis's voice sliced through the air, her expression dripping with mild annoyance.

As her gaze fell upon me, nestled between Mindy and Jasmine, her eyebrows arched in surprise. "Hey, Sora," she said, clearly trying to decipher the situation.

"Hey, Alexis," I stammered out, my discomfort evident as Mindy subtly inched closer, squishing me in the process.

Realization dawned on Alexis's face as she took in the sight.

Mindy's not-so-subtle moves, my confusion, and Jasmine's thinly veiled annoyance were like pieces of a puzzle she had just solved.

"So, you guys want to sit here?" she ventured, an eyebrow raised.

Before anyone could reply, Mindy, perhaps a tad too eagerly, moved even closer.

I shifted, attempting to give her more space, but I could feel the heat from her side pressing against me.

Jasmine watched with a mix of amusement and irritation.

Alexis, ever the peacemaker, sighed deeply.

"Come on, Mindy," she said, gently grabbing her friend's arm. "Let's find a better spot."

Mindy let out an exaggerated wail of protest, her eyes darting toward me with a pleading look.

"But I wanted to sit next to Soraaa!" she lamented, her voice reaching a comically high pitch as Alexis dragged her away.

Jasmine, after sharing an amused glance with Alexis, grabbed her other arm and dragged her.

Alexis turned around with a cheery smile.

"Enjoy the duel, you two!"

I blinked, trying to process what just transpired.

Why was Mindy so intent on sitting next to me?

Hold on, you two?

My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar, deep voice.

"Seems like a member of your admirer list just moved," Zane remarked dryly.

I jumped slightly, turning to face him.

"Zane? When did you get here?"

He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Been here longer than you have. Seems like you were too... preoccupied to notice." His gaze traveled to where Mindy, Alexis, and Jasmine had disappeared, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Huh, I should pick up a thing or two from him on blending into the background.

"That again? Come on, man. I don't have an admirer list. I'm just a Ra Yellow student wearing a... yellow coat that just happened to duel against you."

I don't get it.

Was I the only person other than Jaden who dueled against him?

"Always deflecting, aren't you?" Zane remarked, an amused glint in his eyes.

He was unnervingly observant, always picking up on things I missed or purposely tried to ignore.

I shrugged, trying to deflect again.

"Well, deflecting's a good strategy in dueling. And in life."

He chuckled, crossing his arms as his attention returned to the dueling arena.

"So, you're planning on being a bystander today? Shouldn't you be down there, waiting for the outcome, ready for a duel?"

His comment caught me off guard. "How did you even know about that?" I queried, genuinely curious.

Zane simply smirked.

"Process of elimination. It wasn't hard to figure out, especially with all the whispers circulating the academy. Though... there are plenty of students who still don't believe in our duel."

I frowned.

"What if Chazz wins? I don't think I will get a chance if he wins, right?"

Zane's steely eyes met mine.

"Regardless of what happens, you will be called up to the stage." He answered.

I sighed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me.

"Look, Zane, the offer to join Obelisk Blue... It doesn't sit right with me. I kinda like being a Ra Yellow, even if I don't get to eat world renowned food."

But before I could elaborate, the unmistakable, melodramatic voice of Dr. Crowler boomed through the academy's PA system.

"Would Sora please come down to the official dueling area? And as for Misawa and Chazz, please get ready to start your duel!"

I groaned inwardly, not thrilled about the sudden spotlight shining down on me.

Zane simply raised an eyebrow, silently urging me to head over.

"Guess that's my cue," I mumbled, reluctantly pushing myself to my feet. "Wish me luck, Zane. I have a feeling I'm going to need it."

He nodded, his eyes serious.

"Just remember, Sora, you're not defined by a coat's color or even a seat in a dorm. You define yourself by the choices you make."

With that, I headed towards the dueling arena, Crowler's words and Zane's advice echoing in my ears.

As I made my way around the edges of the arena, hoping not to distract from the duel that was now in full swing, a familiar figure caught my eye.

Crowler was standing near the entrance, and for the first time since I'd known him, he didn't seem to be wearing his usual veneer of disdain.

Instead, he waved at me with a confident smile.

"Signor Sora!" he called out with a surprising warmth in his voice. "It's good to see you. How have you been?"

What the heck?

His sudden congeniality was jarring.

I really don't like the looks of this...

I approached cautiously, mentally preparing for any tricks up his sleeve.

"I've been fine, Dr. Crowler. Thank you for asking." I replied, keeping my tone neutral. "Was there something you needed, or can I return to my seat?"

Crowler chuckled softly, looking at me with a gleam in his eyes that I couldn't quite decipher.

"Always straight to the point, aren't you? Just a moment of your time, that's all I ask."

The doctor, looking pleased with himself, hands over a well-crafted envelope to me.

"A benefactor, who shall remain anonymous, has taken quite an interest in you. This scholarship is unlike any other. It's a special arrangement that allows a promising Ra Yellow student like yourself to ascend directly to the ranks of Obelisk Blue."

I examined the envelope, feeling the weight of the heavy parchment and the intricacies of the academy's official seal. I glanced up, narrowing my eyes slightly.

"A scholarship? Why now? And why me specifically? Why don't you give this opportunity to Misawa? He deserves it more than me. And why would the Chancellor approve this?"

I thought he understood my choice...

Crowler shrugged, the very image of feigned nonchalance.

"That unfortunately is out my control. The anonymous benefactor chose you and you alone. Oddly enough, Chancellor Sheppard doesn't seem to remember approving this when I had asked him. No matter, he is busy man after all." The doctor nonchalantly stated. "Anyway, it seems that word of your duel with Zane has made waves, young man. This benefactor believes in nurturing talent, and, well, they believe you have an abundance of it."

Still suspicious, I pondered for a moment.

Wait...

Something isn't right about this.

"Is this just about the duel with Zane? Or is there more to it?"

Crowler chuckled, "Always so perceptive. Look, it's not just about that one duel. It's your potential, your drive, and how you've handled yourself since coming to the academy. Though, that may be my theory. The benefactor thinks you'd be a good fit for Obelisk Blue. That being said," he leaned in closer, lowering his voice, "it does come with certain... expectations and responsibilities."

I tensed up, my gut instinct alerting me that there was more to this scholarship than met the eye.

"What kind of 'expectations and responsibilities'?"

Crowler looked around, ensuring no one was within earshot.

"Simple. Stay within a certain Duel Point range and pass all classes with satisfactory grades. If you succeed, you'll be rewarded a handsome sum and have the full support of the Obelisk Blue faculty in case you need references in your resume. Sounds appealing, no? Someone who wishes to have a profitable workplace would need such, after all. Now go on, think carefully, Signor Sora."

He left me there, envelope in hand, with a myriad of thoughts and emotions swirling inside.

As the duel between Bastion and Chazz intensified, I could only think about the choices ahead of me.

Was this scholarship a blessing or a curse in disguise?

I returned to my seat, my mind swarming with thoughts and questions.

The fierce back and forth of Misawa and Chazz's duel barely made an impression on me, even though their moves and strategies would typically have had me engrossed.

"Sora," Zane's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

His eyes, usually so cold and focused, showed a hint of concern.

"You alright?"

I glanced at him, appreciating his concern, but another question nagged at me.

"Were you that anonymous benefactor?" I asked.

Zane raised an eyebrow, a look of genuine surprise crossing his face.

"Anonymous benefactor? What are you talking about?"

Before I could delve into Crowler's sudden offer and the mysterious benefactor, the duel was beginning to heat up.

Misawa's face was stern; his eyes focused on the game.

He looked across the arena to his opponent, Chazz, whose expression was a mixture of overconfidence and slight apprehension.

It was clear the tide of the duel had turned in Misawa's favor.

"With Bonding - H2O, I shall summon Water Dragon (2800/2000)!" Misawa declared, placing his card onto the field.

A massive, serpentine creature comprised entirely of water roared to life on the field, towering over every other monster present.

Chazz scoffed, a smirk on his face, "That's your move? My Chthonian Emperor Dragon will easily crush it, thanks to my Equip spell!"

But Misawa wasn't done.

"Not so fast, Chazz. Thanks to Water Dragon's effect, all of your fire and pyro monsters' attack points are reduced to zero." He pointed at Chazz's dragon, and a rush of water surged from the Water Dragon, engulfing the Chthonian Emperor Dragon (2400- 0/1500).

The flames that once covered Chazz's dragon were doused, replaced by a shimmering watery glow.

Chazz's face paled at the sight of his precious dragon helpless against the serpentine dragon.

"No way..."

Misawa didn't wait and pointed his finger.

"Go forth, Water Dragon! End his Chthonian Emperor Dragon with Aqua Punisher!"

With a thunderous roar, Water Dragon lunged forward, its body crashing into Chazz's dragon.

The resulting impact created a torrent of water that washed over the arena.

As the water settled, Chazz's dragon lay defeated, and the impact on his life points was clear: from 2400 down to zero in one decisive move.

Crowler, not missing a beat, took to the microphone with glee.

The crowd went wild, and Crowler's voice boomed, "Misawa takes the victory with a masterful move!"

Once the monsters left the field and the crowd began to simmer down, Crowler spoke again.

"What a performance! Bastion Misawa has won the duel in only 4 turns! Let's hear it for Misawa and his impressive victory!"

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, but I couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to take a turn.

Chazz's face reddened, his breathing heavy. The crowd went silent, waiting, watching. His eyes darted around, seeing the spectators, the duelists, and the hierarchy of the academy.

But beyond that, in those fierce eyes, one could catch a glimpse of something deeper – a wounded pride that stemmed from more than just a duel.

"Is this how fickle all of you are?!" Chazz spat, voice shaking. "I am an Obelisk Blue! A Princeton! One defeat, and you all act as if I'm worth nothing?!"

He started pacing, his gaze never leaving the ground. "I've given everything for this school, for this status. Every waking moment, every sleepless night... all to live up to a name, a legacy that's been thrust upon me." His voice was barely above a whisper now, but the intensity made it echo through the stadium.

His fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms.

"You think this duel and this coat define me? The weight of this coat is nothing compared to the weight I carry every day. The weight of expectations, of a legacy that demands nothing but perfection, of voices that never stop..." Chazz trailed off, his voice quivering, eyes misting over.

It was clear that this wasn't just about the duel; it was about the relentless pressure, the unyielding demands of a prestigious family name.

The very name that was both his pride and his chain.

He took a shaky breath, steadying himself.

"You all see a defeat. I see a challenge. And I don't need this coat, or your fleeting admiration, to prove who I am. I am a Princeton. And no one, NO ONE, looks down on a Princeton!"

He forcefully tugged at his blue coat, causing a few buttons to fly off in the process, and then, with a dramatic flourish, he ripped it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

The crowd went silent, a heavy hush settling over the arena.

Zane while looking at the scene, crossed his arms, his voice low.

"His quick loss, the audience, and his mental state were all ingredients for a disaster."

I nodded in agreement, my unease growing.

"Yeah... You got that right," I murmured, my eyes glued to the fuming duelist in the center of the arena.

I had an unsettling feeling about what might come next.

Would Chazz challenge someone else to a duel right here and now, hoping to regain his lost honor?

Or worse, would his anger turn towards someone specific?

Everyone waited, wondering what Chazz's next move would be.

With one last defiant glare, Chazz stormed off, leaving behind an audience stunned into silence, grappling with the raw emotion they had just witnessed.

The atmosphere within the arena was electric, with tension following Chazz's outburst.

Whispers of speculation swirled through the air, a collective hum of excitement and apprehension.

Dr. Crowler, sensing the need to regain control of the situation, clapped his hands theatrically and took a confident stride toward the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, dueling enthusiasts of Duel Academy!" he began, attempting to regain the room's attention. "Let's not dwell on the past, for the future holds even more thrilling matches!"

Crowler's voice, filled with its usual dramatic flair, tried to smother the palpable tension lingering from Chazz's eruption.

"I understand that dueling, being the passionate endeavor that it is, can sometimes bring out the deepest of emotions. We've all been there. Who among us hasn't felt the sting of a close loss or the rush of an unexpected victory?" he said, attempting to humanize Chazz's tantrum. "It's all part and parcel of the dueling spirit!"

While Crowler's words seemed rehearsed, there was an undeniable art in how he tried to shift the mood, steering the crowd away from the raw pain displayed by Chazz.

I was still lost in my thoughts, and I was jolted back to reality when I saw Misawa standing on the dueling platform again, his duel disk activated and ready for the next match.

"And now, for our next thrilling duel," Crowler began, his voice dripping with smugness, "we have our intellectual prodigy, Bastion Misawa! But who, you may wonder, is daring enough to challenge this genius in quick succession?"

All eyes were now glued to Crowler, awaiting the announcement.

"Why, none other than Kazuyuki Sora!" Crowler exclaimed, pointing dramatically in Sora's direction.

Oh, come on!

The spotlight suddenly swung, fixating on me and making me the center of attention.

Argh...!

He knows about the things I really dislike!

There was a mixture of gasps and whispers from the crowd.

Some seemed excited to see this unexpected match-up, while others were more skeptical, questioning the fairness of pitting me against Misawa with no prior warning.

But the signs were there.

It all makes sense now...

Misawa had been told about the duel beforehand but he has a good idea on who the mystery duelist would be.

It's me...

He planned ahead to end his duel with Chazz as quickly as possible.

I felt a surge of adrenaline as I realized the situation I was in.

My heart raced as the weight of hundreds of eyes bore into him.

With a deep breath, I attempted to compose myself.

But, as soon as I met Crowler's gleaming eyes, I couldn't help but glare at the doctor.

He really going to push me into Obelisk Blue, huh?

Fine then, I'll just-

For a split second, my mind replayed Crowler's words.

"Someone who wishes to have a profitable workplace would need such, after all."

As much as I don't want to admit it, the doctor is right.

I need all the help I can get to stand out in the workforce.

But still...

...

I'm running again, aren't I?

I closed my eyes and stood up.

Alright.

I made my decision.

Stepping into the arena was like stepping into a whole other world.

The energy, the sounds of the crowd — it all converged around me, a chorus of anticipation.

I reached instinctively for my duel disk, my fingers grasping at the empty air.

The defeatist attitude surged as the realization hit me — it wasn't there.

Well, crap.

Guess I'll be forfeiting the duel now.

But before that feeling could fully take root, Crowler was there, disk in hand and that smug grin plastered on his face.

Why am I not surprised?

"Seems you left something behind," he said, a teasing edge in his voice as he handed over my duel disk.

He really went all in on this plan of his.

The weight of it in my hand was immediately grounding.

"Thank you." I simply replied before turning my gaze to the duelist ahead of me.

Misawa stood across from me, adjusting his deck with an air of satisfaction. "I knew it," he said confidently. "You're that mysterious Ra Yellow duelist everyone's whispering about. This should be interesting."

I smirked, the earlier panic now replaced with growing excitement. "Well, I figured that I should take the opportunities given to me instead of throwing them away. Besides, you were looking forward to this, weren't you?" I replied, slipping the disk onto my arm and watching it light up. "Not to mention the equations and theorems you set up so you can take Princeton down quickly... You only thought of him as warm-up."

Misawa chuckled, his own disk glowing in response.

"Ever the observant one, isn't that right, Sora? That is quite true. The many formulas I had used were to bring the quickest and efficient win against him. But, I have to admit, I'm not sure I'm fully prepared for this. But, seeing you in action? That's going to be a treat. It is said that sometimes you need to run before you can crawl."

That's a saying?

The atmosphere thickened with tension, the weight of the impending duel pressing down on both of us.

"Alright then. Victory belongs to the most persevering."

The crowd's murmurs became a distant hum as we locked eyes, both of us ready to give it our all.

"Duel!"

---

In a dimly lit room, a myriad of machines beeped and whirred, surrounding a large medical tank.

Within it, he floated, tubes connected to him, maintaining his frail life. Above the gentle hum of machinery, the sharp contrasts of a duel-in-progress played out on various screens.

One particular screen held his attention.

It displayed the duel energy readings of the ongoing match.

Misawa's readings spiked, shimmering waves of energy pulsating rhythmically, indicative of his anticipation and excitement.

But beside his readings, Sora's remained flatlined, as though he wasn't even present in the duel.

The visuals showed Sora actively participating, yet the readings displayed an anomaly - it was as if Misawa was dueling against a void.

Frowning, he initiated a search command on his terminal, pulling up Sora's academy file once more.

"Kazuyuki Sora," he murmured, scanning through the details.

The data unfurled the story of an orphan, frail and unwanted, struggled to survive in who had managed to carve out a space for himself in the prestigious academy.

"Average grades, was held back due to his poor health, surrendered to the state at a young age.

There was a sense of determination evident in the progression through Sora's records.

His eyes narrowed.

"Why isn't he emitting any duel energy? Could there be something... unique about him?" The thought intrigued the old man.

He delved deeper, searching for any hint of family connections, any lineage that might give insight into Sora's peculiar ability - or lack thereof.

But every avenue led to a dead end.

"No living or known relatives... was surrendered by abusive foster parents when his elementary school noticed his health and lack of parental supervision... A nobody who rose like a phoenix after being adopted by the Hibiki family. Very interesting..."

Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he leaned back, his gaze never leaving the screen showcasing the duel.

"This boy," he mused aloud, "is an enigma. A challenge waiting to be explored. Even though he has gone through such strife, he refuses to seek vengeance to the world that failed him."

There was a pause, the room's ambiance filled only by the rhythmic beats of machinery.

It was as if he was looking into a mirror and seeing himself when he was younger.

Then, determination crept into the man's voice.

"If Kazuyuki Sora thinks he can remain an unnoticed presence in this academy, he's in for a surprise. It's time to put him to the test... To see if he was worthy."

The mystery that was Sora had captured his attention, and he was not one to let mysteries remain unsolved.

A reflective haze momentarily shadowed the old man's eyes as he continued observing Sora on the screen.

The boy's resilience, his determination, it all mirrored parts of his own past.

Both were cast aside by society, left to fight their own battles in a world that offered little to no mercy.

"I see myself in him," he murmured, his voice soft with nostalgia. "Both of us, thrown away, discarded by a world that deemed us unworthy. Looked upon with disdain, with indifference. Yet here we stand."

His mind wandered back to those formative years, the early hardships that sculpted his character and ambitions.

The taste of rejection was bitter, but it had fueled his fire, driving him to achieve power and exact vengeance on those who had belittled and wronged him.

That thirst for retribution had guided his every move, leading him to the secrets that would grant him the means to achieve his desires.

And his desire was for more power to subject his will upon the world.

"As I once found my tools for vengeance, perhaps he too needs something... a catalyst," he mused, pondering the possibilities.

He believed that with the right push, Sora could unleash an untapped potential, one that could be molded and shaped to further his own plans.

In the boy, he saw a possible protege, someone who could be influenced and guided, to carry on his legacy and ideals.

"But it won't be just any tool or incentive," he whispered, a sly smile forming on his lips. "It has to be something potent enough to ignite that flame, that hunger for power and retribution."

Drawing a deep breath, the man's resolve solidified.

The game had grown far more interesting with this new player on the board.

If he played his cards right, he could sculpt Sora into a formidable ally, or at the very least, a worthy opponent in the grand chessboard of life.

His eyes gleamed with anticipation.

The gears were set in motion, and he was eager to see where this new path would lead.

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AN: Apologies that there is no duel here. I figured it would be best that the duel between the two should be its own chapter.

I hope you guys are interested with what the Old Man motives are and who exactly is he. But I'm guessing you guys already know who it is.

In any case, I'm currently working on the duel between the two Ra Yellows and I hope it comes to expectations.

To Sad Person, yep that's the plan! I plan to make the cards be consistent throughout all the duels instead of making it a one time thing. However, I may add some unexpected effects to some cards similar to the show, but the changes will carry over. Thanks pointing that out.

See you guys in the next one.