Chapter Four: I Summon My Fist as a Gesture of Attack

On the first page, an assistant director named Fujita, wearing a school uniform he had stolen from the changing room, anxiously checked his watch while waiting for the "male lead" to arrive. Muttering to himself, he complained, "The director only knows how to boss me around," and, "Where the hell is Yugi?" He kept glancing nervously in one direction.

After several tens of seconds, he finally looked up and spotted a timid figure gasping for breath around the corner.

"There he is! There he is!" Fujita said excitedly as he hurried toward the figure. "Yugi, you finally showed up!"

Lowering his voice to avoid attracting attention, he spoke as if sharing a secret.

The small figure was none other than Yugi Mutou.

After the lunch bell rang, Yugi had accepted yet another challenge from Jounouchi to a tense and thrilling Duel Monsters match. Unsurprisingly, Jounouchi lost once again, thanks to Yugi’s skilled use of magic cards.

It wasn’t until then that Yugi remembered someone had invited him during the break to go somewhere at lunch, claiming there was actually a celebrity at school, and that this person could take him to meet them. Thinking of this, Yugi declined Jounouchi and the others’ invitation to eat together and hurried to the agreed meeting place.

Seeing that Fujita was indeed waiting there, Yugi sighed with relief, worried he might have been tricked. He feared arriving to find no one there.

Despite his initial ease, a spark of anticipation stirred within him—what kind of celebrity could it be?

In his hand, Yugi carried a bouquet of flowers he had prepared in advance, intending to present them to the yet-to-be-met star. After all, it would be embarrassing to show up empty-handed. As for where the flowers came from... well, there were plenty of varieties in the school flower beds.

Upon seeing Yugi arrive, the director hiding in the bushes grew excited and nudged the cameraman crouched beside him. "Alright, quickly turn the camera over there. It’s about to start!"

Yugi approached Fujita and was about to apologize for being late when Fujita impatiently interrupted, "Hey, you finally made it, Yugi. You really kept me waiting~."

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On the second page, although it was already autumn, the summer heat had not entirely faded. The midday sun was still blazing, and Fujita was irritated from the heat. He felt no pity for the small, clueless kid about to get punched; in his mind, it was Yugi’s fault for making him wait so long—he deserved it.

Yet Yugi didn’t catch the annoyance in Fujita’s tone. Instead, he bowed slightly, apologizing sincerely: "I’m really sorry, Fujita. I didn’t remember this right away and kept you waiting." Glancing around, he added, "By the way, Fujita, you said there’s a ‘celebrity,’ right?"

"I don’t see anyone else around here," Yugi remarked.

Seizing on Yugi looking away, a wicked grin spread across Fujita’s face, though he quickly masked it with a friendly expression. "Actually—"

"Wait, come closer and I’ll tell you," Fujita whispered.

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