Being able to duel Dark at the end of their first year was a very satisfying way for him to wrap things up.
If he could tear off even a scale or claw from Dark in this duel, that would be even better.
"Hey, Victor, what's wrong?" Robert suddenly asked.
Victor hurriedly calmed himself and said, "I'm fired up."
Robert quickly felt his forehead, then asked in confusion, "You're not hot, though? How about I ask a professor to give you sick leave so you can withdraw early? You don't stand a chance against Dark anyway."
Victor: "..."
After a while, Victor said, "Can we talk about something else?"
"Fine." Robert shrugged. "Good luck. If you last one round, that counts as a win."
Victor said silently, "Robert, there's something I've never told you."
Robert asked doubtfully, "What is it?"
Victor said, "You're really annoying."
Robert slapped him hard on the shoulder. "Ha, you finally said it!"
"Hiss!" Victor cried out in pain, gritting his teeth. "Quit messing around."
Robert slapped him on the butt and shoved him forward. "Go on. Go early and come back early. Don't hold everyone up."
Victor rubbed his shoulder, baring his teeth in pain.
But in the end, he still walked toward the Duelist Platform for Arena 1.
Dark had already stepped onto the Red Duelist Platform.
He placed a hand on the card table and looked through the transparent barrier at Victor as he stepped onto the platform. His gaze was calm, yet it seemed to pass through time.
In the blink of an eye, nine months had passed since the start of school.
He still clearly remembered the shock of recovering his memories from his previous life during the House Sorting Ceremony. Back then, after leaving the stage, he had searched for