Chapter 1
A blue beyblade slammed against a grey beyblade in vigorous battle. Both wanted to emerge victorious but only one could. The owner of grey beyblade, a Chinese youth with long black hair wrapped back in white cloth, commanded his blade to attack harder and faster than before. He knew this was going to be a difficult battle the moment he challenged the owner of the blue blade. His opponent, a tall teenager with slate blue hair at the front which gradually grew darker at the back, was difficult to predict in battle and that's what made him one of the best in the world.
"Attack! Driger! Tiger claw attack!" yelled the Chinese boy, Ray.
The grey beyblade, Driger, picked up momentum and charged towards the blue blade.
The blue-haired teen's eyes narrowed in concentration watching and waiting for the right moment to counter. Just at the last moment, the blue beyblade evaded and countered with a devastating blow which almost knocked Driger out of the dish. Crimson eyes narrowed even further when he saw this battle was not over yet.
The blue blade rushed forward, delivering blow after destructive blow to the grey beyblade, relentless in its attacks.
"Driger! Strike back!" bellowed Ray, sending his energy towards his blade and releasing his beast trapped within. A beautiful white tiger emerged from Ray's blade pushing the blue blade back to collide with the edge of the dish. A powerful roar was heard to emphasise the tiger's presence.
A smirk appeared on the taller teen's face. "Very good Ray but you'll have to do better to defeat Dranzer and I."
Ray braced himself, waiting for the moment when his opponent's bit beast would be released as it wads one of the most powerful in the world.
"You should be proud Ray that you've lasted this long against Dranzer and I; but the time has come to end this game and defeat you. DRANZER!"
A bright light enveloped the blue blade and from it, a majestic phoenix rose, spread her wings wide and took flight. The sight of Dranzer would make anyone quiver and accept defeat, but not Ray. He knew Dranzer; and was familiar with the sight of the crimson glowing phoenix. The appearance of Dranzer just made Ray more determined to win.
"DRIGER! TIGER CLAW ATTACK!"
"DRANZER! FLAME SABRE!"
A bright light blinded both bladers and the spectators watching from the sidelines. As the light dimmed and the cloud of dust settled, they were able to see that only one blade was left spinning and that was the blue blade. Dranzer had won.
Ray stepped forward to pick up his blade and his opponent's blade returned to his hand.
"Congratulations Kai," said Ray.
His opponent, Kai, just nodded in response. Kai was tall, with tow tones of blue hair. He sported two blue triangles on each side of his cheeks; no one knew if they were actual tattoos or just face paint. But the most unique feature about Kai were his eyes; they were crimson and were the only way you could determine what emotion he was feeling if he chose to drop his barriers for a moment. His face remained devoid of any emotion and let his eyes express how he felt. Normally his eyes burned with the flames of determination, to be the best in all he does. He generally accomplished his goals in life. He wore a black tank top, blue baggy trousers, red wrist guards and his famous white flowing scarf. Kai was a loner and normally did what he wanted. He made it seem as though he was a cold-hearted bastard but that was only the mask he wore.
Ray was tall also. He was tanned and had long black hair, tied back by a red bandana and white cloth. He had cat like features about him such as his grace and his distinctive golden orbs that would turn into slits if the emotion he was feeling was great. He was a neko-jin. He wore Chinese styled attire; black trousers covered by a long white top with slits at his legs and black gloves.
"Unlucky Ray," commented a blonde haired youth just a year younger than Ray named Max. Max was fourteen and average height. He wore bright coloured clothes to match his bright attitude. He was always hyper but even worse after had eaten candy due to the high sugar intake. He had pure blonde hair with innocent blue eyes surrounded by a sea of freckles which screamed naivety.
Beside Max there sat a boy who's eyes couldn't be seen due to the large glasses he wore and mass of brown hair constricting his vision. Kenny was small for fourteen and was in the same class as Tyson and Max. He was dressed in what appeared to be school attire as it consisted of a shirt, tie and shorts. On his lap sat a laptop that contained his bit beast Dizzari, or Dizzi as she was more commonly known. Kenny was more commonly known as 'Chief' due to his beyblading knowledge.
On the other side of Max sat the only female of the team. Even though she couldn't blade, Hilary was an important member of the team being their cheerleader. She was the same height as Max with long brown hair that reached to her shoulders with brown eyes. She wore a short white skirt and a pink top. She often clashed with Tyson due to his stupidity and their similar personalities.
Tyson was slightly taller than Max and had long navy hair tied back in a messy ponytail. He wore a backwards cap and primary coloured clothing (yellow top, red jacket and black trousers). He was the World Champion and this caused his ego to increase greatly (everyone wondered how his head fit through the door). He was loud and obnoxious but if this became too out of hand, normally Hilary or even Kai would put him back in his place.
Together these six people formed the 'Bladebreakers'; the reigning world champions. Kai originated from Russia; Ray from China; Max from America; and Kenny, Hilary and Tyson from Japan. But at that moment these six people were in Spain, participating in a beyblading tournament. However the tournament wasn't for another week so the four bladers were training at present.
"You two have improved rapidly in your training," commented Kenny.
"Oh yeah! I want to try next. What do you say Maxie? You against me!" yells Tyson.
Thwack! "Tyson stop yelling or you'll wake up the whole city!" hisses Hilary.
Tyson rubs the sore spot on his head and tried to think of a comeback to Hilary but fails miserably.
"Sure Tyson, lets go," says Max, though only to stop the fight between Hilary and Tyson.
"Three…two…one…LET IT RIP!"
The blades are launched and circle the dish. Max's green beyblade moves to the centre of the bowl to take up a defensive strategy while Tyson's grey blade continues circling.
"Dragoon attack!" yells Tyson.
"Draciel! Defensive manoeuvre!" responds Max.
Tyson's blade slam into Max's with incredible force but the green blade remains spinning. The blades don't pull away and continue grinding against each other creating sparks. All of a sudden the grey blade pulls away under Tyson's command.
"DRAGOON! PHANTOM HURRICANE ATTACK!" A blue dragon appears out of Tyson's blade and creates a hurricane ready to swallow Max's blade.
"DRACIEL! FORTRESS DEFENCE!" A purple turtle emerges from within Max's preparing to defend and withstand Dragoon's assault.
As the blades collide, another cloud of dust appears, shielding the winner from view. As the dust begins to settle, the winner is apparent, only Tyson's blade remains spinning.
"Yay!" Tyson jumps up and down with glee but then stops to consol Max. "Great battle Maxie." He holds out his hand as a peace offering. One which Max accepts gladly.
"Thanks Ty. You too." They shake hands then turn to their captain awaiting instructions; only to find him gone.
"Guess training is over then," says Max.
Slowly they trudge back to the hotel away from the park, unaware that a shadow is watching them.