"Maybe it's just my dislike of essays," Brent shrugged.

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"Then I'll just have to bring my A-Game," Gale smiled. "How about we meet up on the third floor outside the Geography classroom?"

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*Later that day*

Gale had rushed through lunch to make sure she beat Michelle to their meeting place. Now she bustled through the halls, making her way past other students, sometimes bumping into others, sometimes sliding past them. When she arrived, she checked the time on her Duel Disk. [i]Cool; almost ten minutes ahead of schedule[/i], she thought. She decided that without much else to do, she'd lean against the wall and relax, keeping her eyes peeled for Michelle whenever she'd show up.

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Brent was rather miffed. He had worked on the start of his essay in between taking occasional bites of food, and now was searching for an empty classroom to continue work. Unfortunately, his loss and anticipation of the rematch was still on his mind, making it difficult to concentrate. When he finally found a classroom that seemed empty, he slipped inside and set his books on a desk, then returned to the light switch and flipped on the light.

As he sat down, it was only moments later that the classroom door opened and in walked a heavily-built older man wearing a red suit. "Heavens!" the man cried when he noticed Brent. "I didn't realize anyone was in here!"

"Sorry, sir. If it's a problem, I'll leave," Brent replied.

"Oh, no, my boy. It's perfectly fine. You merely startled me. So what is your name? I don't believe you are in my Xyz course," the teacher asked.

"Brent Rytora, sir."

"Brent, eh? Oh, yes! That's right! You were down there on the court this morning. Good show. I'm Professor Alexander the Lionheart, of course, the title never seems to stick with people."

"I should hope your students call you 'Professor'," Brent said.

"No, not 'Professor', my boy! I meant 'the Lionheart'. That's the title that never sticks."

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, don't be. Might I be of any assistance with that large pile of homework?"

"Maybe," Brent started. "I'm working on this essay on the strengths and weaknesses of Fusion Summoning when compared to other forms of Summoning."

"Professor Marco's class?"

"Yes, sir."

"Ah, then let's see. I may be an Xyz user, but I can offer some aid in comparing Fusion to Xyz. See, when Xyz Summoning . . . "