It was the day after Django’s fierce and terrifying Duel with Number 96. He was still in bed, resting. Tempest was sitting in a chair next to the bed while Alpha-1 was checking the inventor’s vitals.
He tapped a holographic screen on his arm, “Hmm… pulse normal… breathing normal… blood pressure stable… injuries rapidly healing… It appears that Sir Django will be okay. Everything seems to be stabilizing, and his body is recovering quite quickly. I admit: I’ve heard of fast healers, but even without Nano-Core, I’ve never seen anyone heal as quickly as him. His injuries were severe when he arrived, but now… they’re almost totally healed, and it’s been no more than 24 hours since then. It makes me wonder if there is more to him than originally thought.”
Tempest said, “Well, it appears that Django, Maxwell Archway, and whoever this lunatic is all seem to be the same breed. Maxwell mentioned that his and Django’s ‘kind’ were fast healers, but what he meant by ‘kind’ has me thinking. What if Django isn’t human? I mean, a race like mine, the Elementals, can exist, so what’s saying that Django isn’t part of another race? What that possible race is, however, I don’t know.”
Alpha-1 deactivated the holographic screen, “In any case, Django should be fully healed by this afternoon. His body’s strength and energy, however, may not be fully recuperated at that point. I hate to say it, but I have to power down for a while. My power cells are getting low, and I’m due for a recharge.”
The Elemental woman turned to the robot, “Go ahead and get recharged. I’ll keep an eye on Django. You might be needed later, so go and get your power cells recharged while you can. I’ll call you if I need anything, but I think we’re in the clear for a while. So you’re free to power down.”
Alpha-1 nodded, “Very well, but do not hesitate to call me if needed. But I appreciate this. I won’t be much help if my power cells run out of juice when I might be needed, so thank you, Tempest. I will report back when I’m fully recharged. Take care.”
With a final bow, the robot flew toward an upper corner of the room and vanished. Tempest moved her chair closer to Django’s bedside. She watched his frame rise and fall with each gentle breath, his eyes were still closed. She then reached toward his bedside table. On it was an alarm clock, his glasses, which now had two large cracks in the lenses due to the energy that ravaged his body, even though they weren’t in use at that time, and a small bowl of water with a cloth. She gently wet the cloth and dabbed it on his forehead. To her surprise, his eyelids started to twitch, and slowly they opened.
He looked at her, “Tempest? Are you okay?”
She replied, relieved to see him awake, “I’m fine, but I’m much more concerned about you. You had me worried there. Not just me, for that matter, the rest of the gang have been worried about you. How are you feeling?”
To her further surprise, he managed to sit up, “Yeah, I’m okay. My body is a little stiff, but other than that, no real complaints.” He noticed his cracked glasses, picked them up, and looked them over, chuckling lightly, “Heh, go figure that my glasses would get damaged. After that sound beating I took, despite winning, and despite me not wearing them in the Duel, I’d be pretty surprised if these didn’t get banged up. But that’s an easy fix.”
Tempest watched in amazement as Django closed his eyes and focused his energies. She watched as his badly damaged glasses were completely repaired right before her very eyes. He looked them over, smiled, and then placed them on his face.
“Good, completely repaired. Not the first time these have been damaged or cracked in some way. And if they were damaged beyond repair, even destroyed, I have a couple extra pairs on-hand.”
The Wind Mistress said, amazed, “How did you do that? They have been seamlessly repaired, as if they were never damaged at all.”
Django chuckled lightly, “Like I said, my glasses have been damaged many times over my tough life, so I learned to use my powers to repair them. Beats having them constantly replaced or the lenses swapped out all the time, burning holes through my wallet when I couldn’t afford to do so at the time. But that doesn’t matter right now. How long have I been asleep?”
“About 24 hours, give or take. Alpha-1 and I have been watching over you the whole time, monitoring your progress and recovery. I’m… I’m grateful to see that you’ll be okay. But I don’t advise you to push yourself too much right away.”
To her shock, Django started to get out of bed. She tried to push him back down.
“What did I just say!? You still need rest!”
The inventor turned to her, “I know I have to, but I can’t. Time is of the essence, and I need to contact Maxwell so we can start the Psychic Duel training.”
“But…!” the young woman tried to protest.
He gently gripped her shoulders, looking at her firmly, “Tempest, you know I don’t have the luxury of time on my hands. I have to get this training underway; otherwise the next Psychic Duel I get sucked into could be my last Duel, period. You know as well as I do that if I don’t at least start, I might not be as fortunate as last time. Whoever this freak show is, he has a greater understanding and control of his powers, so if I get challenged by him unprepared, it could be curtains for all of us, not just me. You understand that, don’t you? I was lucky this time, but the next time could be my last. I have to prepare, even if I haven’t fully recovered yet. I’m sorry, but I have to go through with this. So don’t try to stop me.”
Tempest tried to think of an argument, but when her grey eyes locked in on Django’s vibrant emerald green ones, she felt her arguments fade. She could see the intensity in them, but also concern and compassion, causing her defenses to melt. Finally, she slumped her shoulders, lowered her head in defeat.
“Okay, okay… I understand. I guess it’s stupid to try to stop you, and you are right. This training might be our only chance for our futures to shine brightly. Just… just don’t push yourself too hard, okay? I know you need to practice, but I don’t want you comatose again. So, promise me you won’t push yourself too hard.”
The inventor gave her a warm smile, “I promise. This will only be practice, so I have a feeling Maxwell won’t go all-out, unlike Number 96. At least not right away, anyway. This will be like a flu shot; it’ll slowly build up the resistance needed and train the body to respond such foreign energies. I promise that, after each training session, I’ll take it easy for the rest of the day. Sound good to you?”
She nodded, “Okay, but I still worry about your health. I know how important this is, and I can see how amazing your body’s recovery power is, but don’t beat yourself up. Do what you can without going overboard.”
She retracted her arms, allowing Django to get out of bed. His gave his body several stretches, loosing up his stiff muscles and joints, before he turned to her. She got up, concern still in her eyes, but they lit up when he gave her a kiss on the forehead. He gestured her to leave the room, which she complied, but not without giving him one more loving look. When the automatic door closed behind her, Django started his search for a suitable wardrobe for the training. After deciding on a pair of somewhat worn work jeans and a long sleeved shirt, he pulled out his Duel Gazer and activated it.
Meanwhile, Maxwell was at a local community center. He was surrounded by countless children of all ages, a large smile on his face. Next to him was a large container of Duel Monsters pre-constructed decks and booster packs, which he was graciously handing out to every child. The kids couldn’t be happier. His attention was diverted when his Duel Gazer in his pocket started going off.
He turned to the kids, “Pardon me, but I have call to take. Now don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back shortly, so sit tight.” He walked over to a corner, took out his Duel Gazer, and activated it, “Ah, Django, glad to see you’re up and about. After the rough ride you had yesterday, I have to admit; I’m surprised you’re on your feet already. Even for our kind, it appears your healing abilities are quite powerful. So, I take it this call is about our training session, correct?”
Django replied, “Yes, but if you’re busy right now, I can wait until you get some free time.”
“I’m afraid you’ll have to wait just a bit longer. I’m currently at one of my planned distributions, but I’ll be wrapping up in about an hour or so. Can you wait until then?”
The inventor replied, “Yes, that’s fine with me. Knowing how much you love kids, and since I know how they feel, having been in that situation myself, take the time you need. Just let me know when you’re on your way, so I can prepare the Duel Room for the training sessions. I’ll see you then.”
Maxwell nodded, “Good, I’ll let you know as soon as I’m finished here. Don’t worry; I have every intention of getting you prepared for that psychotic creature, as all our futures may depend on it. See you then.” He then deactivated his Duel Gazer and returned to the group of kids, smiling, “Now then, where did I leave off? Oh, yes, that’s right. Gather round. There’s plenty for all of you to enjoy.”
Django thought, “I’m grateful he’s taking the time to do this. I was very lucky yesterday, even though I won, I barely got out of that with my life, along with all my pieces intact. I know that Tempest and the others are gonna worry about these training sessions, but they know as well as I do that this cannot be avoided, or more innocents will be harmed. As much as I hate to say it, but whoever this guy is, I have to have him focus on me and me alone. Number 96 nearly strangled the life out of my friends, and he seems just as insane and sadistic as whoever that guy is who murdered my family is. Though they vowed to help me, even if it puts them in danger, I don’t want to take too many gambles with their lives. If I could avoid gambling lives altogether, I’d do so, but I’m gonna need their help. I might even have to contact Rai for additional support. But, for now, I better eat something to give me an energy boost.”
As he went downstairs, he could smell something cooking. He walked into the kitchen to see Tempest making something. The second she realized he was in the room, she turned to him.
“Django! Did you get in touch with Maxwell?”
He nodded, “Yes, I did, but he won’t be ready for at least an hour, so that gives me a bit of time to get set up, and get something to eat. What are you making?”
She gave him a warm smile, “While my cooking skills aren’t quite as good as yours, I do know how to make a mean ginger beef stir-fry. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes, that’ll be great. I haven’t eaten since breakfast yesterday, so my fuel tank is empty, and I know how good your stir-fry is. So that’ll go down really well. Thanks, Tempest.”
She returned to the large skillet, “Well, I have to do something to help you. I can’t have you doing everything, especially with what you’ll be dealing with soon. After what you went through yesterday, I’m gonna do as much as I can to help in any shape and form.” Her voice started to tremble a bit, her eyes getting dull, “I… I was afraid I’d lose you in that Duel. But when you won with your life intact, I made a vow to myself to do anything in my power to help you in any way I can, no matter the dangers. So this is just the start. But, in any case, sit at the table, I’ll be wrapping up here shortly.”
Django’s eyes widened, seeing her eyes lose their shine at the memory and hearing all she had to say. It was then he noticed faint tear stains on her face, dark rings under her eyes, and her hands were trembling slightly. He gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder before walking into the dining room.
He sat down at his usual place, thinking, “Wow, Tempest was really worried about me. Well, then, I have to keep my promise to her tenfold. I know I’m not back to full power yet, but I need this training, we all know that it’s important. But I will limit how much I can do without overexerting myself. Seeing Tempest like that, feeling the fear in her voice, makes me want to ensure her that we will all survive this nightmare, and see our futures shine ahead of us. We just have to keep believe in ourselves and in each other. As long as we are one, then we will destroy this creature and return the world to the way it was meant to be.”
At that moment, Tempest walked in carrying two plates of food. She placed them down at their designated spots, and sat down next to him. She looked at Django, with both a smile and worried eyes. He knew what he had to do. The two started to eat, and with each bite, Django felt his energy and strength returning. After the plates had been cleared, the young Elemental gathered up everything and placed them into the dishwasher. The doorbell rang, which made her smile.
She said, “Good they’re here. I’ll get the door.”
Django said, “They? Who is ‘they’?”
At that moment, Cody, Jack, Leo, Fiona, and even Rai entered the house, much to the inventor’s shock.
“W-What the!? Cody, Jack, Leo, Fiona, and even you, Rai!? Why are all of you here? Are you all here for the training sessions with Maxwell Archway?”
Rai walked up, “Tempest requested it, and, in truth, I witness the Duel from afar, and then alerted Maxwell Archway about what was happing. I knew that you had connections to Maxwell, so I figured he should know. That’s how he got there just as the Duel was wrapping up. Good call, I’d say. Maxwell passed this info onto Tempest, which is why she asked if I could come as well to these sessions. While I may not be as tightly-knit as the rest of you, I’m a friend, too, and if this fight involves you, then I want to join in and fight for out futures. That is okay with you, Django?”
After he shook off the initial shock, Django smiled, “Yes, of course, Rai, and to be honest, we’ll need all the firepower we can get. Number 96 was probably just the start, so any assistance will come in handy greatly.”
Jack stated, “Yeah, we’re all here for you. We all came so we can see how this works and find out how we can help.”
Cody added, “Yeah, you gotta remember that, buddy. We’re all in this, so we want to make sure we do our part, as we can’t have ya shoulder everythin’. That’s what friends are for.”
Leo stated strongly, “With all of us working together, we’ll beat that psycho freak so hard, he won’t know what hit him!”
Fiona said in an equally strong tone, “We’re the Legendary Number Hunters, after all. So what affects one of us will affect the rest. So we’re gonna fight as one, and tear this murderous madman to shreds.”
Django was taken aback, but he smiled, “Thanks guys, this means a lot. And you’re right, you might as well see these training sessions so you’ll know what to expect later on. In any case, I’ll get the Duel Room set up, as it’ll otherwise take a sound beating, even for practice Psychic Duels. I just hope Maxwell will have the energy needed when he’s done with his distributions to keep these sessions up. We shall see.”
More than an hour later, Maxwell’s limo drove up to the front door. As soon as he got out, Django opened the door.
Maxwell smiled, “Ah, Django, you do look a lot better today. So, are you ready for your training?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be. If I don’t do this, then the next Psychic Duel could be my last. I’m very grateful you’re willing to do this.”
The businessman stated, “Well, we share a common enemy, and I’d rather see him vanquished than any more innocent lives. Before we begin, however, I would like to explain a few things to you and your little band of buddies. It might shed some light on the situation. A cup of tea would also be appreciated. Is that okay?”
The inventor nodded, “Yes, that’s fine. I would like to know how and why all this has happened, so that would be very helpful. I’ll start boiling some water now. You can take a seat in the living room. We’ll discuss everything there.”
A short time later, Maxwell was sitting in the living room with the Legendary Number Hunters and Rai. He had a hot cup of tea in front of him. He took a sip of it before looking serious.
“Okay, then, it’s about time you learned about your true heritage, Django. As you have probably guessed by now, you’re not a human. Not even remotely close to one, no. You are, in fact, a completely different race of humanoid. Our kind is known as Psykinoxes, a race of highly evolved and extremely intelligent beings with a very different evolutionary tree than humans or Elementals. We are a powerful race, primarily because of our innate psychokinetic powers, mass regeneration, and massive IQs. While most Psykinoxes have gone, you could say, underground, we still very much exist, and are quite numerous. Only a handful of our kind still exists among humans, such as me and you, but most have retreated to a hidden location for the time being.”
He took a sip of tea while the others absorbed all this information.
Fiona was the first to speak, “So, Django is a completely different race? I see, that’s how he has a natural ability to use his psychic powers and such. But what about me? I possess a similar ability to Django’s Duel Spirit detection ability. Does that mean Leo and I are part of that race, too?”
Maxwell shook his head, “No, my young friend. You just happen to be gifted with a honed sense of empathy. You and your brother have no connection to the Psykinox race. While it’s rare for humans to gain such abilities, it is still possible. Now, back to the subject. We Psykinoxes once lived fairly peacefully with humans. However, distrust and paranoia between the races did occur. The Spirit family was a powerful name in our clan. They had the ability to unite the hearts and souls of humans and Psykinoxes alike, finding common ground between the two races, enabling them to be at peace with each other. It’s no wonder the Spirit name is not only extremely powerful, but also the leading name of our clan. Django, your father, Astral, was one of the best leaders we ever had. Even for a Spirit, his ability to connect everyone together was immensely strong, which made him highly respected. But, as you’ve encountered yourself, not everyone likes someone else getting all the glory for their abilities. That’s where this madman comes in.”
He took another break, sipping his tea again. Rai was the next to speak.
“So these Psykinoxes are really that powerful? How come the race has never been mentioned before, at least nowadays?” asked the samurai warrior.
“That’s an easy one. Because we look exactly like humans, we can be very easily mistaken for one, so most knowledge of the Psykinoxes for other humans to access is limited. Unlike Tempest’s clan, the Elementals, who have certain physical traits that identify themselves from other races, such as short elf-like ears, Psykinoxes don’t have many traits that can separate them from humans, hence the identification problem can occur. We do have some noticeable traits that help identify us, but we’ll get into that later. Let’s get back on the subject of why Django’s family was murdered. Your entire family’s eradication was caused by one power-hungry Psykinox… Lucifer Bloodlust.”
Tempest shivered, “His name is enough to send chills down one’s spine.”
Django mused, “Lucifer Bloodlust… so he’s the one who’s after me. But… why?”
Maxwell replied, “That’s also an easy one to answer. It’s part of your family history. The Spirit and Bloodlust families have been at odds for centuries, ever since the first leader of our clan came to be. They also represent opposite sides of our social scale, with the Spirit name at the top, while the Bloodlust name sits at the very bottom. Members of the Bloodlust family have been well-known for their sinister, power-hungry, and deceptive nature, but have not had the ability or mindset to completely wipe out the Spirit name, as the Spirit family was well aware of their nature and plans. Lucifer, however, broke the mold and went on a murderous rampage, slaughtering the Spirits in an attempt to gain power and glory. Your family was caught completely off-guard, having never suspected that Lucifer would go to such extremes, as no other Bloodlust ever did, despite the hatred between the two names. The major problem is… Lucifer did it behind the backs of the rest of the Psykinoxes, lied to them, saying it was the human’s distrust that killed the Spirit family, and thus caused a massive rift between the races. That’s why most of our kind have retreated to another location, and why Lucifer is now the clan’s new leader.”
He took another break, sipping more of his tea, while everyone else tried to absorb this information. Cody was the next one to speak.
“So, this Lucifer not only murdered Django’s entire family, he did it behind the rest of these Psykinoxes’ backs AND blamed us humans for their deaths? Talk ‘bout a double-crossin’ snake in the grass. But if his family is so distrusted, then how did he get to be in charge so easily?”
Maxwell sighed sadly, “That’s the one flaw in our social structure. You see, according to an ancient law, if the leading name, the Spirit name, disappears, then anyone can claim leadership. Lucifer capitalized on that, and now sits on top of the clan. But since Django is still alive, this will severely jeopardize his plans. Django is the rightful leader of the race—being the eldest child in his generation of the Spirit family, as well as the only son of the former leader, Astral. But it’ll be hard to prove it to any other Psykinox, as they all believe that the Spirit name is gone, so proving Django as a Spirit will be difficult. Not impossible, but it’ll be a challenge. So, for now, Django is just going to have to be prepared for anything, as Lucifer will strike without warning.”
He took another break, sipping more of his tea. The group started to think, trying to figure out what to do next. When Maxwell finished his tea, he stood up.
“Django, I think we should get on with the Psychic Duel training. I’ll explain more about the clan and your connection to Lucifer in time. For now, we have to get you prepared.”
Django nodded, “Right. I’ve set up the Duel Room for the training with an extra layer of energy shielded coating, so that it won’t take any damage. But let’s go.”
A short time later, Django and Maxwell were on opposite sides of the Duel Room. It was coated with a visible layer of energy. The rest of the gang was standing on the sidelines, keeping enough distance so they won’t get struck by any stray blasts.
Maxwell armed himself with his D-Pad, which looked like a golden book flipped vertically. His Duel Gazer was a bright and colorful one, with a large round blue lens, a curved yellow frame, and a long green antenna behind his right ear. Django had also armed himself with his standard D-Pad and dragon head-shaped Duel Gazer.
Maxwell stated, “Okay, first of all, you already know how to summon monsters or activate card effects into the real world with your powers, correct?” Django nodded, allowing Maxwell to continue, “Good, but in this case, it’s a bit different. Instead of channeling that power through the cards, channel it through your D-Pad. The D-Pad will act as a focusing lens, enabling you greater control over your powers, as well as making it easier on your mind. While a Psychic Duel doesn’t generally require a Duel Gazer, as everything is brought to life, meaning there is no need for Augmented Reality, it is better to have it for reference and to monitor certain things. Now, let’s get going. Since this is the first training session, we won’t go all-out. Just focus enough energy to create the psychic field, so to speak. So focus your powers through your D-Pad and let’s begin.”
The inventor nodded, “Right. Here goes nothing.”
Django began to focus his mental energy in his head before slowly channeling it toward the D-Pad. The D-Pad, in response, started to glow, and released a large amount of power. Maxwell was doing the same with his, with his D-Pad releasing the same energy. The energy met and created a link, and then it flowed all around them, creating a similar effect to Augmented Reality. Then, two different-looking screens appeared, showing both Django and Maxwell, each with 4000 Life Points.
Both Duelists drew their starting hands, stating in unison, “Let’s Duel!”
Maxwell touched his deck, “I’ll open things up so you can see how it works. I Draw!” He took a card from his hand, “I play a monster in Defense Mode, and two cards face-down. That’ll do for a start.”
As he played his cards, instead of appearing with the same digital energy that the Augmented Reality produced, they appeared in a burst of a different energy, taking a more solid form.
Django nodded, “Okay then, it’s my turn, I Draw!” He took a card from his hand, “I summon Gemini Elf in Attack Mode!”
Gemini Elf was, in fact, two elven females. They looked like twins, but had differences. One was taller with reddish brown hair, green facial markings, and was wearing a purple gown with matching high-heeled boots. The other elven female had blonde hair, blue facial markings, and was wearing a blue gown with matching high-heeled boots and long gloves. They were a Level Four monster with stats of 1900/900. Like Maxwell’s cards, they materialized through a different means than normal, and appeared to be very much alive.
“Okay then, my Gemini Elves, attack Maxwell’s face-down monster!”
The twin elves charged in, jumped into the air, and came crashing down in a joint flying kick onto Maxwell’s monster. It was revealed shortly before they attacked—a cartoony-looking alligator holding an axe. It was a Level Four monster with stats of 800/1600. It gave a very animated reaction as the twin elves came smashing down upon it, flattening it like they were in a child’s cartoon. When it was destroyed, instead of either exploding or vanishing in a flurry of sparkles, it vanished in a cartoony puff of smoke.
Django chuckled, “Figures you’d be using your Toon Deck. But that’s good, as it’ll make this training session great practice for me. That way I’ll be ready for a variety of situations. So, for now, I place two cards face-down to end my turn.”
Maxwell smiled, “So far so good. But we have yet to play. It’s my turn, I Draw!” He looked at his new card, smiling, “You know perfectly well what’s coming next, don’t you? Time to enter a world of chaos. It’s the magical Toon World! All I have to do is pay the admission price of 1000 Life Points to let the fun begin.”
A new card was played as his Life Points dropped by 1000 to 3000. A portal opened up, and what looked like a large green book flew out of it. When it came down, it opened up, with several “effects” such as pink puffs of smoke and the words “Bam!”, “Pow!”, and “Boom!” flying all around. When the smoke cleared, what looked like a kid’s pop-up book opened up with a funny yet creepy-looking castle in the pages.
Cody looked confused, “Wait. Toon World? I’ve never heard of a card like that before?”
Tempest nodded, “Yeah, me neither. It looks more like some kid’s pop-up book than anything else. Thing is, having been through Django’s extensive collection of cards before, I have never seen that card in his library.”
Rai added, “I’m not sure what to think of that card, to be honest. It looks too… goofy to be a Duel Monster’s card. I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing, but if Maxwell Archway uses it, then it must be powerful. But it appears Django is familiar with it.”
Django couldn’t help but chuckle, “Like I said, I’m not surprised you’re using your Toon Deck. Toon World… a one-of-a-kind card deemed too powerful for release, so you own the only copy. And, knowing your love of all things cartoon, it’s no surprise that card is your favorite. So I was ready for it. Activate Trap: Dark Bribe! And you know what that means, I bribe you by allowing you to draw one card and in exchange I get to negate and destroy the last Spell or Trap you played.”
Maxwell grinned, “Did you really think I’d let that happen to my Toon World? I activate my Dark Bribe Trap. So looks like I’ll be doing the bribing and your Trap now cease to exist.”
Maxwell’s Dark Bribe negated Django’s, forcing the inventor to draw one card and watch as his Trap was negated and destroyed, leaving Toon World untouched.
Leo said, “Wait, that Toon World is a one-of-a-kind card!? No wonder none of us have heard of it! Normally, that’d be unfair, but since most of us use Numbers, which are also one of a kind, we can’t argue with it. So let’s see what this Toon World does.”
Maxwell smiled, “Time for the fun. Next up, I’ll activate my Pot of Greed Spell. I get to draw two more cards from my deck.” He did so, looked at them, and then added them to his hand. “Next up, I summon Toon Mermaid to the field in Attack Mode.”
Toon World closed its pages briefly before opening them up again, followed by a puff of pink smoke. Out emerged a new monster. Toon Mermaid was a cartoony mermaid with large eyes, tan skin, long green hair, a blue scaled fish tail, and a clam shell bra. She was sitting inside a large clam with two goofy eyes and was holding a bow. She was a Level Four monster with stats of 1400/1500. She gave a giggle and a wave, following it up with a playful blow kiss.
“Next up, I summon my Toon Goblin Attack Force in Attack Mode!”
Toon World closed and opened its pages again, releasing more pink smoke, before a new monster appeared. Toon Goblin Attack Force looked just like a cartoon-version of its normal counterpart, consisting of goofy-looking goblins holding large clubs. They were a Level Four monster with stats of 2300/0.
Jack stated, “Wait a minute! He just summoned twice! He can’t do that!”
Django corrected him, “Yes he can. Toon Mermaid did not use his Normal Summon. Most Toon Monsters are Special Summon-only monsters. While some, like Toon Goblin Attack Force, don’t require Toon World on the field to be summoned, thus can be Normal Summoned like other monsters, the rest can be Special Summoned through their own effects. However, the interesting part of Toon Monsters is that in order to summon higher-level ones, you still have to Tribute a monster to do so, but it’s not a Tribute Summon at all. It’s still considered a Special Summon, so what Maxwell just did is perfectly legal.”
Maxwell chucked, “Correct as always, Django. That’s right, Toon Monsters are special; they pretty much have their own set of rules. That’s what’s so fun about them. But as you shall see next turn, they have other fun powers, too. Toon Monsters cannot attack the turn they are summoned, so I shall end my turn there. You’re up, Django.”
The inventor touched his deck, “Okay then, it’s my turn, I Draw!” He took a card from his hand, “I Tribute my Gemini Elf in order to summon my Dark Magician Girl in Attack Mode!”
Gemini Elf vanished, followed by several bubbles appearing, and Dark Magician Girl appeared among them. She gave a twirl, a playful wink, and blew a kiss before floating down into a battle position. She was a Level Six monster with stats of 2000/1700.
“Now, Dark Magician Girl, attack the Toon Mermaid with Dark Burning Attack!”
Dark Magician Girl charged up a large amount of pinkish magical energy at the top end of her staff before hurling it toward Toon Mermaid. Toon Mermaid instantly gained a panicked expression, acting very similar to any cartoon character, trying to figure out a way to avoid the attack.
Maxwell stated, “I will protect my beloved Toon with my Toon Defense Trap Card! When one of my Level Four or lower Toon Monsters is targeted for an attack, I can change that attack into a Direct Attack instead. And this is a permanent Trap, so I can protect my beloved Toon this way! I may lose a chuck of my Life Points, but anything for my babies.”
Dark Magician Girl’s attack veered away from Toon Mermaid before striking Maxwell himself. He gave a painful cry as his Life Points dropped by 2000 to 1000, but remained on his feet. His Toons, though relieved to have dodged the attack, turned to him, worried expressions on their faces.
Django stated, “Maxwell, are you okay? Did I overdo it?”
Maxwell shook off the residue energy before standing upright, “No, I’m perfectly fine. I’ve been in many Psychic Duels before, having trained all four of my children, so I’m very familiar with how it feels. I’m fine, though, so don’t worry. Due to your powers being fairly underdeveloped, while it did hurt, it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, so I’m okay. And since this is just the first practice Duel, and you’ve obviously had experience restraining your powers so not to hurt anyone, it wasn’t that painful. But you’ll have to crank that power up if you want to survive against Lucifer. But for now, we will gradually increase the output until you are more tolerant to that kind of pain and energy.”
Django sighed in relief before saying, “I place one card face-down to end my turn.”
Maxwell smiled, “Good, so then it’s my turn. I Draw!” He took another card from his hand, “I Tribute my Toon Mermaid in order to summon my Toon Dark Magician Girl in Attack Mode!”
Toon Mermaid looked alarmed at this, but sadly waved goodbye as she vanished. She was then replaced with a more child-like cartoon-version of Dark Magician Girl. She mimicked her normal counterpart’s entrance before going into a battle position. She was also a Level Six monster with stats of 2000/1700.
Maxwell explained, “Unlike most Toon Monsters, Toon Dark Magician Girl is able to attack on the turn she is summoned to the field. But first, I activate the Spell: Mystical Space Typhoon. So say goodbye to the face-down card on the left!”
A mighty typhoon formed, barreling down toward Django’s face-down card. When it struck, it revealed the card before destroying it.
“Hmm… Draining Shield. That would’ve been helpful, Django. But now, with that out of the way, it’s time to attack. Toon Dark Magician Girl, attack Django directly!”
Toon Dark Magician Girl charged up the same pinkish energy at the top of her staff before firing directly at Django. He was struck with the energy, giving a cry in pain as his Life Points dropped by half to 2000.
Tempest cried out, “Django! Are you okay!?”
Fiona stated, “How was that Toon Monster able to bypass Django’s Dark Magician Girl and attack him directly!?”
The inventor explained, though obviously in pain, “Toon Monsters can attack the opponent directly if the opposing player has no Toon Monsters themselves. So they are free to bypass any monsters I have to attack me directly because I don’t have any Toon Monsters, period, let alone on the field.”
Maxwell nodded, “Once again, you are correct. It appears our past Duels have made you keep better notes on my Toon Deck’s strategies. But let’s see how far that takes you. Toon Goblin Attack Force, attack him directly!”
Toon Goblin Attack Force charged in, clubs held high, ready to strike. However, Django was grinning.
“Not this time, Maxwell! I activate my other Trap: Spellbinding Circle! This paralyzes one of your monsters, stopping it dead in its tracks. So your goofy goblins won’t be making any attacks anytime soon.”
A powerful circle of magic ensnared the whole group of goblins, trapping them in its binding magic. They struggled to break free, but to no avail.
Maxwell chuckled, “Nice move, Django. No matter which of your two face-down cards I could’ve destroyed with my Mystical Space Typhoon, the other would make up for it. Very clever. But I’m not done yet. I Tribute my Goblins in order to summon my Toon Summoned Skull in Attack Mode!”
The Toon Goblin Attack Force vanished, leaving the Spellbinding Circle on the field without a trapped target. A new monster appeared. It looked like a cartoon-version of Summoned Skull, but its lower body looked like nothing more than a stretched out rubber band. It stuck out its tongue, made a mocking face, and laughed giddily before it stood next to Toon Dark Magician Girl. It was a Level Six monster with stats of 2500/1200.
“That’ll do for now. It’s your turn, Django.”
Django nodded, “Okay then, it’s my turn, I Draw!” He looked at his new card, smiling, “Time to say goodbye to Toon World, Maxwell. I activate the Spell: Mystical Space Typhoon! Say adios to Toon World and all your Toon Monsters!”
Another typhoon appeared, this time on Django’s side of the field. It slammed into Toon World, causing it to shatter and vanish. Both of Maxwell’s Toon Monsters cried out in despair as they vanished with it, leaving him wide open.
Jack said, “Hold on, why did the Toons vanish?”
Rai stated, “If I had to guess, by destroying Toon World, it destroys the Toons with it. They must be dependent on it; so once it’s gone the whole strategy is gone, leaving Maxwell wide open. One more attack from Dark Magician Girl and Django wins the Duel.”
Django stated, “And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do! Dark Magician Girl, attack Maxwell directly with Dark Burning Attack!”
Dark Magician Girl charged up her magical power before hurling it at Maxwell. When it struck, he cried out in pain, but remained standing, his Life Points dropping to zero. A “Win” screen appeared, before the psychic energy vanished, taking everything else with it, just like the Augmented Reality. Django, though frazzled, walked up to Maxwell.
“Are you okay, Maxwell?”
He stood up straight, “I’m good, thanks for asking. Well, not too shabby, Django. While you still need work, that was a good first session. I will be back tomorrow for our next Duel. Next time, we shall crank up the power to a higher level. After all, as much as I hate to say it, the more damage you take during these practice Psychic Duels, the better your body will tolerate it as time goes on. But overall a good start. Now I suggest you take it easy for the rest of the day, give your body some more time to recover. I’ll call you tomorrow when I’m done with my next distribution, so be ready.”
A little while later, Django was alone with Tempest. Maxwell and the rest of the gang had departed, giving Django the time he needed to rest and recover. Alpha-1 was checking his vitals and condition.
Alpha-1 stated, “So, that’s what a Psychic Duel is. Well, even though it was turned down in terms of power compared to your latest tangle with Number 96, your body will need plenty of rest in order to heal any damage you’ve taken. But you should be fine either way. But now we know what you really are: a Psykinox. Who would guess you are a completely different race altogether?”
Django nodded, “Yes, I’m still surprised. But at least everything makes sense now. A Psykinox, huh? And at least I now know why Lucifer targeted my family. I have to stop him before any more innocents are harmed due to his murderous rampage.”
Tempest asked, “Django… will you seek revenge against Lucifer?”
He shook his head, “No, I’m too smart for that. While my blood is boiling because of what he did, I know that I cannot seek revenge. As my father once said, ‘Heed not the voice of revenge, for it will lead you astray.’ He always had sayings like that, and they are good words of wisdom. Otherwise I’d be just as bad as that psychotic Psykinox himself. No, I cannot let personal reasons get in the way. I have to stop him before any other people are hurt. The lives of those who live in the here and now, and those who are still to come, are more important than any personal reasons to go after Lucifer. While I want to avenge my fallen family’s deaths, I cannot let things like revenge get in the way, as it’ll just tarnish their memory.”
Alpha-1 stated, “You are, indeed, wiser than your years depict. Revenge is never the answer. This Lucifer destroyed your beloved family out of revenge, but you are smart enough not to take the same path. Another saying holds true, ‘Two wrongs don’t make a right.’ Your parents would be proud of you, Sir.”
“Thanks, Alpha-1. Hopefully this training will get me used to future Psychic Duels. While I know I won’t be in perfect condition when Lucifer decides to strike next, I will, at least, be more prepared for him.” He then said silently, “Watch out, Lucifer. Your tyranny and terrorism will come to an end. No more lives will be slain by your hands; I’ll make sure of it.”
Next Chapter: Enter the Goldwings