But it was precisely those impossibilities, one after another, that pierced through his heart and hammered it into the earth's core.
"Lost!"
"Lost to a second-year!"
"And after already losing one match, I lost again!"
"When the match first began, I thought this was my chance!"
"That six-star Rock Snake, that nine-star Light Dragon! Damn it!"
Noah Sharp clenched his right hand into a fist and slammed it viciously onto the card table, nearly denting the hard shuffling surface.
This was an outcome he had never imagined.
It was also a situation that should never have existed within his logic. Before today, even if a Diviner from the Star Tower had told him that he would suffer two consecutive defeats today, with the latter loss being to a second-year student, he would never have believed it.
But now, the impossible had happened. He had been defeated!
Defeated in a duel where defeat was absolutely unacceptable!
If he graduated from Saint Marian Academy with such a record, no one would care how brilliantly he had dominated the academy during his final years. Most people would only use these last two duels to pass final judgment on him.
Why had it come to this?
Whose fault was all of this?
His fault?
Or the world's fault?
Or perhaps Dark Dimon's fault?
Noah Sharp clenched his fists tightly, pouring every violent impulse into them.
He did not raise his head or look at Dark Dimon. He could not reveal his hatred at a time like this.
He had to be magnanimous.
He could not appear irritable. He had to take the loss gracefully.
He had lost too little!
During these six years at Saint Marian Academy, he had barely ever lost. He had no experience with losing.
He had no experience with "accepting