Yu-Gi-Oh! Your Friends Are Fighting Out of the Underworld

Chapter 331 Eaten

Once upon a time, there was such a beautiful little country.

It is not large in area and is by no means a military or political stronghold, but perhaps for this reason, it has become a toy in the hands of tycoons.

It may seem calm on ordinary days, but that's only because it's not very useful.

Decades ago, it came to its first and last use—war.

It wasn't a direct conflict of interest or a clash of political power; it was simply that Haima Group, intending to enter the European arms industry, wanted to challenge the local arms trade, including tanks and missiles.

A real military competition unfolded in that small country, with all the killing and fighting aimed at determining which side had the superior weaponry.

It's as if all life and all the dead are merely insignificant numbers on the books of tycoons when they calculate their profits.

"Therefore, I will make them pay the price!"

The boy, who survived that farcical war but lost everything, vowed revenge. He joined an organization that claimed to save the world and humanity, becoming one of its elite members.

He thought this would allow him to escape the shadows of the past, he thought this would make those evildoers pay the price, but...

"But all of this is related to Dartz."

But when a certain voice echoed in his mind, he found himself 'seeing' more than he thought.

An organization orchestrated the events, and a man played an indispensable role, weaving those tragedies into a vast conspiracy.

"Doma..."

Like a diver deprived of oxygen getting his first breath of fresh air, when Ameruda reopened his eyes, he felt an indescribable sense of ease spreading throughout his body.

"It's like a burden that has been placed on you for so long has finally been removed, isn't it?"

He couldn't help but look towards the door, only to see the burly man he had always worked with standing there.

"Rafiru".

Looking at his colleague, Ameruda instinctively wanted to say something, but in the end he shook his head.

Everything boils down to one perfectly normal question:
"Did you feel this way before?"

But the moment the words left his mouth, he couldn't help but clench his fists.

"We were like clowns in the past, being played from beginning to end, and in the end we still hated that person..."

He instinctively wanted to vent something more, but the image of that arrogant demeanor and the three-headed white dragon formed by their union kept resurfacing in his mind.

"Seto Kaiba."

That should have been the target of his anger, but now, recalling that arrogance, what lingers in his mind is a sense of helplessness that is almost unbearable.

After all, attitude is one thing, but in terms of facts...

"He destroyed the military industry of the Haima Group and took everything, even the life, from Kaima Gosaburo through commercial means—perhaps in fact, he should be considered my benefactor, isn't he?"

Listening to Ameruda's self-deprecating complaint, Rafael couldn't help but sigh:
"...If you are asking, I'm afraid I can't give you an answer on that."

"..."

"If we were to analyze this seriously, the bloody history of the Kaiba Group itself would always be an insurmountable obstacle. Its current glory is always built on the sins and bloodshed of the past... But at the same time, you can't ignore Seto Kaiba's current actions."

Rafiru simply shook his head at Ameruda's seemingly bewildered expression.

"As someone who shares the same plight, I think I only have one piece of advice to offer."

"what?"

"Let's think more about the present—what we need and what we can do. After leaving that organization, we have a lot to reconsider."

"To break free from Dorma..."

Ameruda instinctively covered his head.

Even he had to admit that Rafiru was right. When he thought about this issue, he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have any room to think about those irrelevant things.

Life was one aspect, but more than that, he couldn't help but think of that thing.

"gear"

"Mecha"

And that call that only exists in his memory:
"elder brother."

Ameruda covered his face:
"Speaking of which, how is Baron doing?"

"...He was also defeated—by that duelist named Jonouchi."

"Is his condition similar to ours...?" "...It's hard to say."

At this point, a subtle expression appeared on Rafiluna's usually resolute face:
“Actually, he’s not quite like us. Dartz—that man was recruited from prison, and all he cares about is fighting and… women.”

"woman?"

"That's right. It seems that at just one glance, he felt that the woman named Mai Kongjaku was the one he could spend the rest of his life with, but she had feelings for the duelist named Katsuya Jonouchi."

"So they fought over this?"

"That's right. Then, during the fight, he seemed to develop a mutual respect with Jonouchi, and when he was finally defeated, he looked like he had no regrets."

Even though the narrator was Rafiru, who was known for his seriousness and straightforwardness, Ameruda still found it incredible at this moment.

but……

"That really has his style."

Looking back and thinking about it carefully, that guy's personality has always seemed to be just like that.

"So, we, the Three Musketeers of Dorma, were just dealt with like that?"

"It seems so."

"If even we decide to defect, then there won't be any strong individuals left within Doma, and what will happen next..."

"Next, I want to take them to that place."

Immediately, their eyes met, and as if in unison, they uttered that word:
"The temple."

…………

"So, does this count as an accident?"

Gazing at the sky where a huge vortex had suddenly appeared, Youming couldn't help but scratch the back of his head.

After he pulled the sword from Critia's tooth and completely broke the seal on the legendary dragon, the entire elven world fell into this terrible state.

"This isn't right, is it? It was sunny and calm just a moment ago..."

"This is the price for unsealing us, duelists."

"Cridia said coldly."

"Ten thousand years ago, we were both severely injured by the evil god Orichalcos. We had no choice but to seal our dark power into three parts, waiting for a warrior who could defeat the evil god. Unsealing our seals would be equivalent to returning the power to the evil god."

"I see, there's that setting too."

"...You came here without knowing anything at all!"

There's nothing we can do about it.

Meeting Critias's impatient expression, You Ming shrugged:

"Timaeu ​​didn't tell me anything."

"Timaeus... wait, have you already unsealed it?"

"correct."

"But...that's not right."

Under a sky filled with dark clouds, even the eyes of the legendary, pitch-black dragon trembled.

He appeared to be desperately trying to sense things, but his face showed an expression of disbelief and confusion.
"Then why is the evil god still so weak, as if only a portion of its power has been returned..."

"Because that's my share."

With another dragon roar, the clear sound echoed in Youming's mind.

When he looked up, he saw a giant red dragon descending to the ground.

The legendary dragon, Hermo, seemed to have broken free of its seal even before Youming arrived.

"When I awoke, I felt the evil god that had been sealed with me return. It must have been someone who broke my seal from the outside."

"What about my share and the one Timaeus was guarding? Where did that enormous dark energy go?"

Without prior arrangement, the two dragons turned their gazes to the only human present.

"Uh, I ate it... or so?"

(End of this chapter)