The sound of knuckles cracking echoed faintly in the quiet air.

Valon had never been the type to sit still for long. Even after everything that happened with Dartz and the fall of the Orichalcos, that restless energy inside him never really faded. Fighting — dueling — pushing himself against someone strong… that was what made him feel alive.

These days he spent most of his time wandering from place to place, lookin’ for the next good challenge. Not for revenge. Not for power.

Just for the thrill of the fight.

While walking along the road, Valon spotted someone up ahead — a young woman standing nearby. His pace slowed slightly as he sized her up, curiosity flickering across his face.

He rolled his shoulders like a boxer warming up before a match, a wide grin spreading across his face as he approached. The Duel Disk on his arm caught the light.

“Heh… well now.”

Valon stopped a few feet away, giving her an easy once-over before hooking a thumb toward himself.

“Don’t see many duelists out here… especially not a sheila.”

He cracks his knuckles with a playful grin.

“The name’s Valon.”

His eyes gleamed with the same excitement he got before a good fight.

“So tell me somethin’, mate…”

“You just passin’ through…”

“…or are ya lookin’ for a duel?”