Nowadays, the duel city is seething with heated enthusiasm. Not only has the Babel Roulette kicked off its decennial run, but the battle at the opening ceremony lit a flame in the hearts of many.
With no significant abilities to speak of, mix-blood humans were once considered the absolute weakest. However, the mix-blood boy Yuri Eniastar managed to surpass the shackles of his lineage. He was pitted against Beheading Elias Crossford, a man recognized by all for putting up a good fight against an administrator in the previous Roulette. But Yuri did not shy away; in fact, he managed to seize victory.
Seeing such a battle, we duelists were cast into a pit of memory to reflect on an ideal we all once held dear: to “Aim for the top.”
It didn’t matter who the opponent was, for battle would prove we were the strongest. Yes, that duel breathed new life into the wish, the prayer that lay at our foundation.
This new Roulette will surely be a fierce one. But only such a fierce battle can be called fitting of duelists like ourselves—
“Ooh, he just keeps going on about Yuri.”
As she gazed at the city bulletin board, Athena’s ears twitched curiously back and forth. Meanwhile Yuri, the boy at the heart of the storm, was occupying a lobby bench of Babel Tower, looking despondent.
“Right... I don’t really know what to say to that.”
Fram lightly patted his discouraged shoulders in an attempt to cheer him up. “You don’t have to say anything. A duelist’s reputation directly ties into their income, so being the talk of the town is a good thing.”
It had been a week since his duel with Elias, and the talk surrounding him showed no signs of dying down. A wonderful thing for a duelist, to be sure. He felt sincerely grateful that so many people were paying attention to him. However—
“Rather than that! I just want to duel!” he loudly declared as he shot to his feet.
His body—sent into a berserk state from the duel—was back to normal, and after adjusting his condition with training, Yuri was positive he was back up to speed. In fact, he already knew he was fit to fight three days ago.
He wanted to fight more, to test out his new strength. And yet, lately, the desire to duel had become the least of his worries.
“Every time I go out, I get surrounded by journalists and reporters. When I went to Mr. Elias’s shop, they kept congratulating me instead of offering me work. And the tourists keep asking for handshakes...”
“As expected of the man of the hour.”
“You sure are popular, Yuri!”
“No, I’m definitely thankful they feel that way! But if this is what’s preventing me from dueling, then I really need to get my priorities straight! I’m just itching to fight!”
“Right, come to think of it, when you closed in on that last reporter with your ‘Let’s have a fight, yes, let’s fight this instant!’ spiel, they pulled back and ran...”
“It’s because the look in his eyes changes when dueling is involved.”
Yuri’s body twitched restlessly as the two women exchanged a tired look. His unusual hotbloodedness was, of course, thanks to the Babel Roulette: a battle where a great many duelists would join hands. This was a battle to determine the strongest. He couldn’t possibly settle down with it towering right before his eyes.
“I’m sure I’ve already told you, but we’re still in the Roulette’s entry period. It’s the time to gather members and draft plans. If you start fighting now, your stamina won’t hold out to the end.”
“Don’t worry about that! I’m confident in my stamina!”
“Your Big Sis has plenty to spare!”
“...So I’m the only one who’ll be run ragged.” However, despite her grandiose sigh, Fram did offer a small nod. “Well, I’m not on Yuri’s level, but I do want to hurry and find a team so we can develop some coordination.”
“If I’m remembering right, team battles are possible during the entry period too, right?” Yuri asked.
“Nah, it’s more like all duels are now team battles? You can enter your team’s battles whenever you want, it’s a free-for-all! If you see your teammate fighting someone, swoosh right in there!”
Athena’s tail wagged, a sign of her motivation, but Yuri’s head tilted in confusion.
“In that case, what happens to people who aren’t part of a team?”
“Nothing changes if it’s one-on-one,” Fram replied, “but if your opponent is on a team, it’s possible some of their people might join in. You will be fighting at a clear disadvantage.”
“...You mean it gets really hard if you’re on your own?”
“Correct,” she continued. “But your rate is locked during the entry period. For now, there’s nothing lost in trying it out, or rather, performing well against multiple people is a good way to sell yourself. You might attract the attention of a team that wants to scout you, and you’ll probably get more fans and backers.”
He thought that those who weren’t on a team wouldn’t be able to enjoy dueling during the entry period, but it seemed there was another way of looking at it. “When you put it like that...staying alone does sound interesting!” he promptly concluded.
“Oh dear, Athena. It seems our team is on the verge of collapse.”
“When I’m already psyched up to fight with Yuri!?”
“No, no, I’m not going to break us up before we’re even formed! I want to fight alongside the two of you too, and I do think we can have some fun battles together!!”
Yuri thrust out his fist, and Athena and Fram smiled and touched their own fists to his.
“To everyone here to enter the Babel Roulette, thank you for waiting. Those who have filled out their forms, please proceed to a receptionist window.”
A female announcer’s voice resounded through the tower’s hall. In no time at all, Yuri was triumphantly on his way.
“Well then, let’s get our names in!”
“Aight, do us proud, Leader!”
“I’m counting on you, Leader.”
With the girls seeing him off, Yuri proceeded to the receptionist window. It was there that he found himself face to face with a familiar red-headed woman as he passed his application over the desk.
“Ms. Mirka! I brought our team’s application!!”
“Yes, yes. I’ve been waiting for this.”
Mirka took the papers with a sluggish tone. After scanning to see that there were no blank fields, she returned a hefty nod.
“Alright, you’re good to go. As detailed on the form, I must now confer authority onto you as team leader. Please hold out your Proof.”
Yuri followed right along, brandishing the bracelet wrapped around his left arm. A Proof now set with the glimmer of green, a glimmer earned upon surpassing his limits in the fight the other day.
After taking a good look at the Proof, Mirka tapped at a gemstone on the desk. “Very good. Yuri, you can now use your Proof to send out membership requests. Once someone accepts, they will be officially added to your team.”
“Err... Alright, I think I got it!”
Imitating Mirka’s slick movements, he fiddled with his Proof until he reached a screen where he could send out applications. As he was doing this, Mirka glanced back at his form and burst into a soft smile.
“Even so...that’s quite a brave team name you’re going with.”
“Hm? Is there something wrong with it?”
“Oh no. A majority of teams mix up the first letters of their names, or use their homelands or words that resonate with them. I just thought this was a bit rare.”
“But it does resonate with us! It’s our goal, after all!”
Back when they were trying to decide the team name with a duel, Fram eventually explained the meaning behind her proposal.
A household that carried the blood of all eight races, pushing forward towards a single goal... Yuri himself had strongly inherited their desire.
The simple goal: being crowned the strongest.
“We’re here to not only enjoy our fights...but to also grow stronger than anyone. To not retreat no matter who we’re up against, to keep fighting with our eyes on victory.”
And with that proclamation, Yuri held his Proof proud and high.
“That’s the goal of our...Eniastar Team!”