Who Let Him Play Yu-Gi-Oh!-Chapter 247: The Blue-Eyes Welcoming Crew

"The Link System really is something else."

Logging out and returning to the Blue-Eyes Jet, Kira was very satisfied.

"Now I can duel opponents from all over the world at any time."

And travel time, like on a flight, could be used more effectively—grinding and training could be scheduled to maximize efficiency.

"Right?" Mokuba smiled. "Told you it was a good idea."

But then he thought, happiness in the world is conserved. If someone finds joy through the Link System, someone else loses it.

For example, today’s case: the unlucky rookie pro, Tomoki Saito.

He was considered promising but had yet to debut. Suffering such a blow a week before his first match—who knows how it’ll affect his performance.

Mokuba looked at Kira with a complicated expression.

As more duelists encounter Kira through the Link System, who knows how the pro scene will change.

He had a feeling that someday, Kira’s name would be notorious—no, legendary—among pros.

Maybe he’d even become such a feared boss that pros wouldn’t dare mention his name.

That’s the future, though. For now, the first pro victim had appeared. Even after logging out, Tomoki was still in shock.

A haunted Kuriboh. A Lava Golem.

And that opponent’s ID:

[Happy Duel].

Thinking back, Tomoki had assumed the opponent must be a passionate young duelist. Now, he just wanted to laugh at his own naivety.

Happy Duel!

He tried seeing things from the other side’s perspective. Yeah, they probably had a blast.

It’s like the satisfying feeling of getting revenge on society, but the cost is making your opponent doubt their whole life.

"..."

"Hope he’s alright," Mokuba muttered.

He meant, of course, the unlucky rookie pro.

"Who?" Kira asked.

"Oh, nothing," Mokuba replied.

He saved the replay anyway, planning to show it to his brother after they landed.

Though his brother never said it, Mokuba had learned to read his mind. He’d noticed his brother actually enjoyed watching Kira’s duels, just like himself.

There were two reasons for this, Mokuba thought. First, at Seto Kaiba’s level, most duels weren’t interesting anymore. Even the so-called genius pros hyped by the media looked like little kids to him.

But Kira was different. Regardless of skill, his duels were new and, above all, entertaining.

Second, Mokuba guessed, Kira’s old-school dueling style probably reminded Kaiba of retired friends.

"We’re almost there, the plane’s about to land." Mokuba put away his device. "The local contact should be waiting at the airport."

"Local friend?"

"A gang, actually—a club for dark duelists," Mokuba said offhandedly.

Kira was surprised: "You guys have friends like that?"

He’d always thought Kaiba Corp and dark duelists didn’t get along—especially after seeing Kaiba kick people out of bars.

"We don’t have a problem with all dark duelists—just the evil ones," Mokuba replied reasonably. "Dark duelists just have special powers; they’re not all bad.

If you think about it, even Duel King Yugi Muto counts as one."

Kira thought it over. True—in the original series, the first to use dark powers was Atem.

"Don’t worry, the ones we’re meeting are good people. We have some history with their leader, so relations are pretty good," Mokuba said.

"They’re fairly well-known locally and often use their powers to punish evil—like duelists who abuse dark powers, criminals who escape legal punishment, and gangs that bully the innocent..."

"A Duelist Vigilante, huh?" Kira quipped.

He imagined a bunch of guys in outlandish costumes and masks, all with duel disks. Whatever their skills or powers, punishing evil always involved a card game.

Just then, the plane began to descend.

"Anyway, you’ll see for yourself soon," Mokuba said.

The jet landed smoothly, ground buildings and roads growing clearer. The pressure inside the cabin changed as they neared the runway, and the cabin shuddered when the wheels touched down.

After taxiing, the plane stopped.

The door opened, and the airstairs descended. Kira followed Mokuba off the plane.

He’d expected—based on Mokuba’s description—a welcoming party of tall, serious men, each with the air of a killer, like swords sheathed but ready to be drawn.

But once outside, Kira almost doubted his own eyes.

Tall, muscular men—yes. But the sight nearly blinded him.

Huge, muscular guys, clearly defined muscles... wearing frilly lace maid outfits, skirts swaying, lace trim glittering under the lights.

Not only that—they even had white tails, dragon wings, and Blue-Eyes White Dragon hats—limited-edition maid uniforms.

"Welcome, President Kaiba!"

The Blue-Eyes muscle maid squad bowed in unison, voices loud and clear. Who knows how long they’d practiced this scene.

Kira: "..."

Mokuba: "..."

He suddenly wanted to offer a reward for someone who hadn’t seen this sight.

It was just too much.

Kira looked at Mokuba: "These are... your Robin Hood hero duelists?"

Mokuba covered his face: "They’re not usually like this..."

Maybe today was just an off day?

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