"Storm Summoner, The Big Saturn."
Keith lay on his back, staring up at the deep, endless night above Duel Academy.
As a professional spirit hunter, he had spent his entire life plundering. He had taken so many spirits and so many cards that even he himself had lost count.
But suffering a backlash from cards he had stolen was absolutely unprecedented.
Lying on the ground, a face appeared before his eyes after a moment.
It was so handsome, yet beneath the moonlight it seemed shrouded in shadow. His eyes were like blades—cold and sharp, yet faintly mocking.
"You..."
Keith spoke with difficulty.
"You knew from the beginning..."
"You knew I would take your monsters. You deliberately summoned Storm Summoner and The Big Saturn. Those two monsters were traps themselves. Your... your plan from the start was to make me take them..."
That was already an obvious fact.
What kind of idiot would use self-destructing monsters like that as trump cards otherwise?
When Storm Summoner was destroyed, it burned its own Life Points. The Big Saturn's burn effect was practically a living Destruction Ring, but it could only activate when destroyed by the effect of a card controlled by the opponent. A condition that required the opponent's cooperation so specifically made its purpose rather obvious.
In short, when Keith looked at Kira now, two words were written all over that grim face.
Targeting.
Storm Summoner and The Big Saturn had been two massive pits the other man had openly dug right in front of him. Yet he had jumped into them without hesitation, thoughtfully packed the dirt down, erected his own tombstone, and still smugly believed he had gotten a huge advantage...
Thinking back on it now, this duel had been one enormous trap from the very beginning. In Kira's eyes,