"The boss is dead too..."
At the hideout, the black-robed group exchanged glances, seeing only confusion in each other’s eyes.
Things were nothing like they’d imagined.
It had started as a simple mission: kidnap the Ra Yellow student from Duel Academy. But Yemo went and got himself instantly defeated, dying pathetically like some jobber.
Then they tried to grab a Red Dorm rookie as a hostage, so the boss personally stepped in—and promptly got killed, dying at the hands of the hostage.
What on earth is up with this year’s Duel Academy?
Just these two students would be big shots in their own underground circles!
Is this supposed to be average or bottom-tier for Duel Academy?
Maybe they should all just go home and get some sleep.
"...We can’t keep going like this," someone said seriously. "This is the organization’s top mission. If we keep making no progress... we can’t just sit here. We have to do something, or we’ll be blamed."
He didn’t finish, and silence fell for several seconds.
"I’m praying those two don’t find us."
"..."
Again they exchanged glances, seeing only deep resignation in each other’s faces.
They couldn’t win.
It wasn’t their fault they were weak—the opponents were just absurd. Supposedly ordinary students, but even the boss was dead...
"Well, since headquarters specifically wants these people, it’s not surprising they’re special."
The black-robed man codenamed Blackflame pondered for a moment.
"By the way, has there been any word from headquarters?"
It really seemed like they needed backup from the pros upstairs.
"...They said someone’s already on their way, but it’s not clear if they’ve arrived."
A nearby black-robed man hesitated.
"The experts may be already in Duel City..."
But as lower-level operatives, they knew almost nothing about their superiors and had no right to ask. They didn’t even know what their superiors looked like; even passing them on the street, they wouldn’t recognize them.
For all they knew, a top boss could already be right beside them.
"But they haven’t contacted us," someone said.
"Maybe they’re operating independently and don’t need our help," Blackflame mused. "Maybe headquarters wants us to act as a distraction, making it easier for the real pros to move in the shadows..."
He cut himself off.
Because he and many others had thought of the same crucial term for their role—
—Cannon fodder.
Maybe, from the start, this was a mission with an unwinnable target. The goal was an unbeatable opponent.
A futile struggle, using every trick and effort, only to inevitably die at the hands of Kira and Jaden—that was their unavoidable fate.
"Ugh, no choice... there’s one last move," Blackflame said heavily.
Everyone turned, listening intently.
"You have a plan?"
"Yes, but it’s risky."
Blackflame glanced around, lowering his voice.
"The guy from the city’s underworld—if it’s him..."
A teammate nodded but soon frowned.
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