Sōsuke Takahashi's hand still hovered over his Deck.
The red notification box on his Duel Disk was glaring.
[Due to a card effect, this Draw Phase is skipped]
He stared at that line for several seconds before slowly withdrawing his hand.
His hand was empty, his Monster Zone was empty, and his back row was empty too.
The only card left on his field, [Frontline of the Mecha Troops], still had that steel road stretching out from it.
Signal lights flashed in unison on both sides of the road, while the silhouettes of mechanical troops stood ready in the distance.
The problem was, they would never get the chance to set out.
The Ra Yellow Dormitory students in the stands were no longer paying attention to recording card effects.
"So what is Takahashi supposed to do now?"
"End his turn."
"I'm asking what else he can do."
"That's exactly what I answered."
The student held his pen for a long while before finally writing four words on his notes.
Nothing he could do.
The person beside him leaned over for a look, then stopped short of saying anything.
These duel notes were far too concise, yet remarkably accurate.
The mood in the Obelisk Blue Dormitory seating section had also grown strange.
They were used to watching high-ATK monsters clash, and to the dazzling projections that filled half the venue when Fusion Monsters appeared.
But ever since Sōsuke Takahashi had opened this duel with his 2,300-ATK Cannon Armored Car, things had veered in a direction none of them had ever seen before.
His monster had been banished, his hand stripped bare, and the card he had just drawn slapped away. Even his next turn's draw had been snatched away by a little bird with 200 ATK.
This strategy barely