The Cat Strikes

Like Ryuzaki, Weevil Underwood had never thought there was anyone in this world truly worth fearing.

He was a duelist with a legendary name, and he believed he fully deserved the fame he possessed. No, it was more than that. He often felt that the recognition the world gave him was far less than he deserved.

He was Weevil Underwood, once the national tournament champion. And twice, he had nearly defeated the acknowledged pinnacle of the Dueling World, the first Duel King, Yugi Mutou.

It had only taken the tiniest bit more. The pinnacle of the Dueling World, the honor of Duel King, had once been within arm's reach. Just that little bit short.

What? You said it had been more than just a little?

But Haga had clearly driven Yugi into desperate straits twice, reduced his Life Points to a candle in the wind, twice!

And then, for some damn reason, he had somehow been countered and defeated both times.

That last time had been especially infuriating. He had joined Doma and gained the power of Orichalcos, while the Duel King had just lost the soul of Yugi Mutou and sunk into a mire of guilt and self-doubt. He had been in his worst possible state.

Haga had been certain he would win. He had truly thought so at the time. He had suppressed Yugi throughout the entire duel, holding an absolute advantage from start to finish. He had thought victory was guaranteed.

Yet that damned Atem had no Dueling Etiquette. Somehow, he had suddenly pulled out a "Berserker Soul" and slashed Haga with a fatal seven-hit combo. Even after Haga had already lost, he had kept viciously beating his body with his LP at zero, leaving the poor kid with a psychological shadow he would never shake for