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The Duelist Carnival thrummed with chaotic energy, all flashing lights and roaring crowds. Yuma grinned, a massive puff of cotton candy clutched in his fist as he shouted about how awesome it all was. Bronk and Tori echoed him with loud cheers. From the edge of the crowd, Vetrix watched, his childlike form gliding silently past. His warped face contorted into a slow, malicious smirk. In his mind, dark schemes unfolded: the ruin of Yuma Tsukumo, the fall of the Astral World. He spared a pitying thought for Kite, still chasing a hopeless dream. Nearby, Shark leaned back on a park bench, elbows propped on the seatback. He eyed Kite, who stood rigid, staring into the distance. 'You okay?' Shark asked, his tone blunt but not unkind. Kite's shoulders slumped. 'I don't know anymore,' he whispere…