"What?!"
Druwa frowned.
This guy, that confidence and arrogance... Had she really fallen into some kind of trap without realizing it?
But the only thing left on his field was "Oppressed Populace," a completely vanilla monster. Could something like that possibly be a threat?
"You're thinking," Kira said, "they're just a few weaklings. What threat could they possibly pose? Isn't that right?"
Druwa: "..."
"That's exactly why you Future People spoiled by things like Xyz and Synchro so easily forget this." Kira smiled. "Sometimes, 'old' doesn't necessarily mean 'outdated.'
"Don't underestimate the power of the classics."
Druwa still had no idea what he meant, but he did not continue explaining. "My Turn, Draw a Card!"
The preparations were complete. Every component had been gathered in his hand.
Now, it was time to finish this.
"From my hand, I summon this card I revealed last turn.
"Wandering Starving Populace!"
Hunched figures emerged from the summoning vortex. They wore coarse linen robes faded nearly white, the cloth stained with mud from long journeys. Some leaned on dead branches as canes, their hollow eyes vacant; an old woman clutched an empty clay jar, her knuckles grotesquely prominent from hunger; a blond woman knelt on the ground, coughing violently, her ribs plainly visible beneath her thin clothes.
Compared to the various The Devils, Dragon-Types, and valiant warriors that usually appeared in the Duel Arena, this monster could only be described as old, weak, sick, and disabled. Their feeble groans never ceased, as though merely standing had exhausted all their strength. There was not the slightest sign of battle power.
[Wandering Starving Populace, ATK 600]
"Next, I activate my Set Card, the Continuous Trap 'Cost Down.'" Kira said. "By paying 500 Life Points, I can perform an additional Normal Summon of one monster