Who Let Him Play Yugioh? (Re-Upload)

A few days later.

”Excuse me, has anyone seen classmate Tetsuya?”

Kira began searching for his next opponent in the exchange duel.

His record in the exchange tournament is currently undefeated, and every duel brings him immense joy. Being able to train and have fun, Krira thought his current state of learning was ideal.

However, now he faced a small problem—he couldn’t seem to find his next opponent.

After asking around for quite a while, a kind passerby finally said, ”Oh, Tetsuya? I think I saw him go up to the rooftop earlier.”

Kira thanked him and immediately headed to the rooftop.

Sure enough, he found the rather well-hidden Tetsuya tucked away in a corner.

”Tetsuya, I finally found you.” Kira beamed. ”I’m Fujiki Kira. We’re opponents for this round. You didn’t forget, did you?”

The moment Tetsuya saw him, he jolted as if struck by lightning and nearly burst into tears, thinking, Of course, I remember! Why else do you think I’m hiding out here?!

”Well then, let’s have an enjoyable duel!” Kira said cheerfully, activating his duel disk.

Tetsuya nodded gloomily, reluctantly activating his duel disk as well.

”Duel!” ×2

”Activate ’Confiscation’—look at your opponent’s hand and select one card to shuffle back into the deck!”

”Trap card ’Drop Off’! If the opponent has four or more cards in hand, look at their hand and select a monster to shuffle back into the deck!”

”Trap card ’Time Seal’, skip the opponent’s next draw phase!”

”Equip ’Spell Striker’ with ’Power of the Guardians’, then have Spell Striker attack directly! At this moment, Power of the Guardians increases Spell Striker’s attack…”

A few minutes later.

Tetsuya gazed blankly at the sky, contemplating why people live, and why, after eating his fill, he decided to duel this monster.

He started to wonder if dueling was really for him, and whether he should just drop out and get a regular job.

Meanwhile, Kira, having packed up his duel disk, left the rooftop content, satisfied with his day’s fun.

That same day, another student from the Ra Yellow Dorm, after finishing his round of the freshman exchange duels, checked the terminal for his next opponent.

When he saw the name ”Fujiki Kira” on the screen, his facial muscles twitched and he looked blankly at his friends.

”I… I got him next.”

The group, who had been chatting and laughing, instantly fell silent. The atmosphere grew tense for a few seconds, then they all put on mournful expressions, patted him on the shoulder, and shook their heads in pity.

Their reaction was as if to say, You’re too young for this, what a shame.

…

In just a few days since enrollment, Kira had racked up extra credits and enjoyed the fun of dueling, so he was in a great mood. He felt his performance in the exchange tournament was quite successful. After the first day, everyone in the Ra Yellow Dorm probably knew who he was.

To become the most famous person in the dorm in just one day—could anyone else do that?

But recently, strange phenomena have started appearing among the Ra Yellow Dorm students.

Rumor had it that some people were developing an inexplicable aversion to bicycles, and some had even screamed nonsensically when encountering a bicycle at night, shouting things like, ”Stay away from me!”

Today was also the first official day of classes at the Academy.

Kira wasn’t interested in most of the other classes, and spent most of his time tinkering with his card collection, thinking about how to optimize and adjust his deck. He was still learning to adapt to the anime-style deck-building, and old habits were hard to break.

The class he cared most about on the first day was the afternoon’s Card Draw Practice.

”Every draw for a duelist is sacred.”

The teacher in charge of practical instruction clasped his hands behind his back, pacing across the field.

”Each draw is a deep communication with your deck, each draw opens up the future.

What matters most is keeping your ’momentum’ steady.

A powerful duelist uses their momentum to overwhelm their opponent, and a true duelist must maintain their momentum no matter how much pressure they face in a duel.

If you can’t even keep your tempo and rhythm, your deck won’t answer you. If you lose before you start, it’s as good as a loss.”

The teacher said a lot, but ultimately it all boiled down to one word: practice.

No amount of experience or skill can substitute for practice.

To that end, the teacher recommended some academy-designed practice decks, where students had to draw specific combos in the fewest draws possible. The decks were split into Beginner, Intermediate, and Elite levels by difficulty.

”This is just the first stage,” the teacher said.

”Our goal for the first semester is to pass the Beginner challenge. If you progress quickly, you might challenge the Elite deck in the second semester.

The Elite deck requires you to reliably draw the specified combo from a 40-card deck.

And that’s just practice—actual duels are different. Next semester, we’ll train you to perform under your opponent’s pressure.”

”Success!”

Before the teacher finished, a student with jellyfish-like hair jumped up excitedly from the back row.

”The Elite challenge isn’t so hard, teacher!” the jellyfish-head grinned, showing off the five cards he drew at once. ”Got it in one go!”

Teacher: ”???”

The teacher adjusted his glasses, nearly slipping off his nose, and stared in disbelief at the proud jellyfish-head making a V-sign to the class.

First day and he clears the Elite challenge in one try? What is this, a natural-born card body?

Maybe you should teach this class instead. I’ll listen.