To say that New Vestroia has changed within the six or so years is a dramatic understatement. Peace has finally came to our world at last and old friends and flames were finally able to be rekindled but maybe in some cases attitudes would never change.
That's me, born a loner and always have been.
I loved just to mess with my powers over the water which usually ends up in some hapless Bakugan being accidently swept away but who actually cares about that, the more fun I had, the more I got to piss off others. To me there was always fun in that but then there was always that one voice in your head that says this is wrong.
Well that voice, happens to be a spirit. A spirit with a noble sense always scolding me when something happened and as it turned out one that would end leading me into more trouble than it was worth.