Kazuya adored painting, more than anything, even more than his gaming obsession. But lately he seemed to be struggling to find inspiration. As the school trip was just around the corner, at first he wasn’t that interested in it but he said to himself why not? A fresh breath of air would clear his mind and maybe he would find some inspiration too along the way.

Unknown to him, while he was on the trip. Kazuya opened his eyes, never ever something like a clash of swords would wake him up from his little nap. He questioned every inch of his sanity, whether this is real or not. All he remembered was he was on the trip to the Museum. But now, he found himself in the middle of a duel, not knowing why this was happening.