Duel Academy, nightfall.
Along the coast, Fubuki Tenjoin sat at the base of a watchtower by the shore, his hazy gaze fixed on the distance.
Thick fog blanketed the sea. The searchlight tore through the wall of mist, its golden beam slashing down from the top of the cast-iron watchtower like a spear hurled by a god, stirring the viscous fog into spiraling vortices.
"Master, there you are."
Jun Manjome came to the shore and sat down beside Fubuki Tenjoin.
The reason he called Fubuki his master was not because he had been won over by the other's superb card skills or the title of Blizzard King Fubuki. In truth, he did not acknowledge Fubuki as his dueling master at all. He was his master in the art of picking up girls.
That's right, Fubuki Tenjoin was a renowned ladies' man at the academy. Aside from being handsome, his emotional intelligence was maxed out. It was said that whenever he made a move, success was guaranteed. No girl could resist his damn charm.
Yet this ever-energetic ladies' man was staring out at the sea with an expression that seemed somewhat... lost?
The thirty-meter tower loomed in and out of sight through the fog. Its rusted metal supports groaned with a "creak—groan—" as the beam rotated. Whenever the light swung due east, it illuminated the jagged reefs beneath the cliff, gnawed into fang-like shapes by the waves. Their shadows swelled and collapsed wildly beneath the harsh light, like a flock of black believers kneeling before the radiance.
Manjoume sensed that something was off with him. "Master, what's wrong? What are you doing out here alone?"
Fubuki pondered for a moment. "I'm trying to write a memoir."
Manjoume blinked. "A memoir?"
"Yeah. My time at Duel Academy is about to end, so