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May 10th, 6:30 AM, Ryuka Residence<br/>
</i></b><br/><br/>Satsuki punched a pillow, then scowled and wished she could punch something a little more resisting, wished she could ground herself  somehow to keep the room from twisting around her.  This didn't happen to her, this wasn't...  She wasn't...  "Argh!"  She threw up her hands, glancing over at the desk where the folded paper of the letter rested against the surface and then wishing she hadn't as the very sight of it made the spinning return with a vengeance.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><i>'We find you to be a duelist of great calibre...'</i> </span>She shook her head, closing her eyes as though to shut out the reminders.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><i>A Tournament Invitation...  They sent me a tournament invitation!"</i></span>This sort of thing wasn't supposed to happen!  Not to a struggling nobody duelist with a deck of castoffs and throwaways.  She'd tried to make the best of it, she'd even done well at the last local tournament (third place, enough to pick up a few new cards) but this?!<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><i>'We find you to be a duelist of calibre...  ...Worthy of a position in the starting bracket of the city-wide tournament...'</i></span><i> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">City Tournament!  A City Tournament!</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"></span>She threw herself onto her bed and muffled a scream of frustration with a pillow.  A prank, a stupid joke, how could this be anything else?  The answer was in the open box by her door, a corner of gleaming metal poking from it, a duel disk, her own duel disk.  She'd never owned one before, you didn't need fancy holograms and shit for dueling at local level and tournament hosts often supplied loaner disks for the smaller tournaments anyways but larger tournaments required duelists to own their duel disks, partially to prevent tampering, partially because organizing disks for every duelist in the tournament at that sort of scale was prohibitively complicated to organize at the best of times in the smallest of cities, let alone Domino.<br/><br/>She'd thrown that thing back into the box like it was a venomous snake when she'd first pulled it out, but the more she'd paced and fretted and made her ever-more-vehement denials to herself since the courier had arrived at her door with the package the more it had dawned on her that this wasn't some stupid prank or idiot rumor.  Satsuki was widely known as an ambitious girl, always seeking ever higher despite the limitations of her starter block so far behind the pack, and it wouldn't have been the first time someone had made a mockery of that, but one didn't simply purchase a brand-new duel disk or forge official signatures for a prank.<br/><br/>This was real, and if anything that idea scared her even more than the possibility it could all be a lie.<br/><br/>A City Tournament, a gathering of the best, and they'd invited her, the foolish peasant girl with the Red Eyes...<br/><br/>She swallowed hard, and brought her face away from the pillow, looking over to the box once more, then swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and stepping towards it.  For a moment, she told herself she was just testing, just making sure it wasn't a trick still, but as she rolled up one baggy sleeve and slipped the disk over her bare arm to let it verify the proper user it chimed in affirmation.<br/><br/>No mistake, no trick, no lies.<br/><br/>It was hers.<br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">[<i>Welcome User: Ryuka, Satsuki</i>]<br/>
[<i>Register Deck Now?</i>]</span><br/><br/>Her hands shook as she took the cards from their case on her bedside table and flipped them over, thumbing through them with shaking hands.  Verifying that each card was there, not a one of them out of place.<br/><br/>Then she slid them home in the machine and it chimed again, her heart jumping with every little beep and whirr as it scanned her cards.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">[<i>Deck Verified</i>]</span>It flashed with a final chiming sound, powering down into standby mode.<br/><br/>Back straight, feet planted, facing down the other end of her room like it was an opposing duelist, like they always did on TV at the finals, two fingers on the top card, swinging a hand out.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Draw!"</span><br/><br/>Her dragon stared back at her from the face of the card, and she grinned, a fearless grin.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Red-Eyes Black Dragon..."</span><br/><br/>Then she remembered that she was in her room, in her pyjamas, at...  She glanced at the clock.<br/><br/>6:45 in the morning.  A few hours before the opening ceremonies still.<br/><br/>She should probably get dressed first...<br/><br/>And maybe eat breakfast...<br/><br/>Which of course meant she would have to take the duel disk<i>off</i>.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Damnit.</span></i>