The Anger of a Commoner

Sealing Spirit Sword of Light!

"Activating a Trap from the Graveyard?" Pegasus was slightly startled.

A red Trap appeared above Joey's field, gradually fading into a phantom. Golden sealing spirit swords plunged upside down into Joey's field like a sealing formation, linking together into a shield of light that sealed off all of Pegasus's attacks this turn.

"I see. It seems getting rid of you won't be as easy as shaking off a piece of gum. Fine.

Then I'll Set a Card and end my turn."

Pegasus regained his composure and gave a contemptuous smile.

"But even so, your crisis has yet to be resolved.

Your Red-Eyes has become nourishment for my Relinquished. The situation is entirely in my favor. In the end, you're just a mere mortal."

"Shut up."

Joey impatiently cut him off.

"Yeah, maybe that's true. I'm just a regular guy."

"But so what if I am?"

"Even as a regular guy, I've fought my way all the way here. Whether my opponent was some three-thousand-year-old priest, a god, or even The Devil, they were nothing special."

"Have I lost? Of course. So many times I can't even count them anymore." Joey spoke with complete conviction, sounding almost proud. "But why can't I lose?"

"I was just an ordinary person to begin with. Naturally, I'd lose and fall down. Even the dice everyone says I rely on most haven't always been on my side."

"But so what? If you fall, all you have to do is get back up. Stand tall before all those cheaters and say with your head held high, 'I want another round!'"

Joey slapped his chest hard, then looked at Pegasus expressionlessly.

"You really aren't the real Pegasus. Or rather, even if you are, you've been brainwashed pretty badly."

"What did you say?"