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"You look as beautiful as ever, Marisa," Grimnir says.

The black and white magician smiles.

"You don't look too bad yourself ~ze," she says. "Little apprentice has grown up."

"How is your training?" he asks. "I suppose you started taking it easy after your last victory against Yukari."

Marisa shakes her head in disagreement.

"Yukari was only a stepping stone ~ze," she says with a sly smile. "I have been developing something extra special for you..."

"As have I," he replies. "So, shall we begin then?"

Marisa grins.

"Always to the point, ~ze." she says. "What are our rules?"

"Hmm," he thinks. "Standard Masters Duel. Seven Spell Cards. Two kilometer diameter for the combat area. Battle ends when one side surrenders, falls unconscious, or is killed."

"You've always been strict about conventions ~ze," she says. Marisa takes to the air as she speaks.

"And you've always been breaking them," he says. Grimnir levitates upward casually.

The two masters face each other in the sky, several hundred meters above ground. He feels his legs quiver in anticipation. His fingers are already itching to draw a spell card. He can feel the wind in his hair as he surveys the battle area. Below them lie a wide, grassy plain. There are no places to hide.

"Shall we start?" Marisa asks. She is already holding a spell card in her hand.

Grimnir pulls out his spell card.