"You're pushing your luck," he groused, immediately flipping open the text book and getting a head start on notes for tomorrow's class. "And that's all it is. Luck. I won't lose next week."

He'd inject more venom when his wounded pride recovered from this grievous blow. But why should he care, anyway? Magic was all nonsense that he was being forced to study under duress.

Of course, the problem was it was impossible for Seto Kaiba not to put his all into whatever he did. This school was going to be the death of him.

"I'll truly be impressed if you manage to best me in modification," he grinned, all but assured that such a feat was impossible.