Maggie Gaskell, seated within the Ring Belt, propped her chin on her hand as she watched him. She only felt that her boyfriend was as handsome as ever; even compared to Dark beside him, he was in no way inferior.
Mike Owen stood beside Dark as memories of the past gradually surfaced, leaving him somewhat wistful.
Time really did flow away like water.
"Beep—"
The referee's whistle sounded.
The duel in the arena had ended.
Their duel was about to begin!
[I'm so tired. I've been strangely sleepy these past few days and can't seem to muster any energy. I can't even beg for votes anymore.]
Heroes in the Phantom City (4k)
Stepping onto the Duelist Platform, he felt the spring breeze brush against his face.
Dark placed a hand on the card table and tilted his head up slightly. His bangs lifted in the wind, revealing his clean forehead, while the ceaseless cheers from inside and outside the arena rang in his ears.
Those cherished by others always found themselves unable to resist responding to their expectations.
Dark opened his eyes and looked toward Senior Owen on the opposite platform. Slowly, he said, "Senior Owen, before we knew it, we'd known each other for over a year."
Mike Owen smiled. "Indeed. The first time I spoke to you should have been on the day you had just become a duelist."
Dark smiled. "Time always slips away without us noticing, catching us off guard. But when I think back on it now and then, it wasn't all wasted. There are always some particularly profound memories that come to mind."
"Haha." Mike Owen laughed. "Please don't recall anything any further back than that. Cherish the present. Cherish the present."
Dark chuckled. "Let's look toward the future instead."
He then took out