Chapter 96: Chazz: Stay Away From Me!

"That's right, big bro! We Ojama brothers won't let you down!"

The insufferable chorus of voices rising from his hand made Rowan's eye twitch.

He made a quiet mental note to use the Ojama brothers as fishing bait at the earliest opportunity.

Then he pressed on with the duel.

"Battle Phase! All four Ojama Token monsters switch to Attack Position!"

The four mechanical red-underwear-clad yellow creatures, previously crouching on his field, all rose to their feet.

"Masaka... you're not planning to...?!"

Across the field, Chazz felt a wave of dread wash over him before he could stop it.

He actually took a step back, his face going pale.

"That's exactly it! All four Ojama Tokens attack Armed Dragon LV7! Mechanical Ojama Underwear!"

Rowan was grinning as he raised his hand.

The four tokens charged forward in a single-file line like a suicide squad, one after another hurling themselves into the massive crimson armored dragon on Chazz's field.

In the stands, Alexis, Bastion, and Jaden all flinched visibly, expressions shifting like they were watching something horrifying unfold.

Each token slammed into Armed Dragon LV7 and exploded in a burst of fire and smoke.

From each explosion, a tiny pair of mechanical red underwear went sailing through the air with a sharp whistle and landed squarely on Chazz's face, one after another, each detonating into a puff of smoke.

Each one dealt 300 points of damage.

By the time all four 0-ATK tokens had finished their kamikaze run, each one crashing into the dragon and leaving a pair of red underwear to explode on Chazz's face, the total damage came to 1200 points.

His LP dropped from 3700 down to 2500.

But the psychological damage far exceeded the numerical loss.

Chazz's face had gone completely, thoroughly green.

[Ding! Chazz's Emotion Points +700!]

Even Principal Foster and a good number of the North Academy students watching from afar were wiping cold sweat from their foreheads.

Chazz's older brothers in the stands wore expressions that defied easy description, like men who had bitten into something deeply unpleasant and couldn't spit it out.

"Rowan! Your offensive is over!" Chazz's temple was visibly pulsing as he forced the words out through clenched teeth.

"You have nothing left on your field!"

He was repeating it to himself like a mantra. Just survive this turn.

Just get through it, and then the win was his.

But then Rowan said something that made the color drain from Chazz's face entirely.

"Don't rush. That was only the first wave."

Rowan smiled pleasantly and raised his left wrist, gesturing toward his Duel Disk.

"I activate the effect of a Trap Card in my Graveyard, one of the two cards I discarded earlier with Graceful Charity: Ojama Pajama!"

"When a monster on my field is destroyed in battle, I can banish this trap from my Graveyard, then Special Summon one monster with 'Ojama' in its name from my Graveyard!"

"What?! A Trap Card that activates from the Graveyard?!"

Chazz recoiled, genuinely caught off guard.

He had never considered that Rowan might trigger a trap through that route.

"A perfect play!"

Bastion said, sitting up straighter with undisguised admiration. "That completely sidesteps Royal Decree's lockdown on field traps!"

"And the only Ojama monster in Rowan's Graveyard that could be revived right now is Ojama Yellow," Alexis added with a quiet smile.

Then her expression turned just slightly complicated.

"Which means Chazz is about to be subjected to another round of mechanical underwear to the face..."

The moment those words landed, Principal Foster, most of the North Academy students, and both of Chazz's brothers shifted in their seats simultaneously, leaning back as though bracing for impact.

...

"No. No no no no no."

Chazz stared at Rowan's field as, in a flicker of light rising from the Graveyard, Ojama Yellow reappeared and immediately split apart into five tokens.

Five mechanical red-underwear-wearing yellow creatures, all staring at him.

His face went from green to deathly white in an instant.

Stay away from me.

"All five Ojama Tokens attack Armed Dragon LV7!"

Rowan raised his hand, his smile perfectly serene.

The five tokens launched forward in cheerful single file, rocketing ahead like a miniature suicide brigade and hurling themselves one by one into the massive crimson armored dragon.

Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.

Five pairs of tiny mechanical red underwear, none of them larger than a hand, came flying out of the explosions in perfect sequence and landed directly on Chazz's face.

Each one detonated neatly into smoke.

Each one took 300 LP with it.

By the time the last puff of smoke cleared, Chazz's Life Points had dropped from 2500 down to 1000, a loss of 1500 in a single volley.

Chazz stood there in the dissipating smoke, face the color of a bruised liver, expression somewhere between furious and deeply, existentially wounded.

For one brief moment, he found himself sincerely wishing Armed Dragon LV7 had never existed.

[Ding! Chazz's Emotion Points +900!]