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Chapter Three: Beyblade Battle Forces
"BROOKLYN!" Six pairs of eyes widened as they recognised the boy; the one who had almost defeated Kai and Tyson.
"Fancy seeing you guys here," Brooklyn beamed, slightly amused seeing them shell-shocked.
"What exactly are you doing here?" Tyson was the first person to ask the tall blader.
"I could ask you the same thing," he smiled at them, pushing some of his messy hair off his forehead.
"You mean you're participating too?" Ray wondered aloud, glancing up at him.
"No!" Brooklyn chuckled. "I don't think I can participate. I really-"
"What's that on your shirt?" Daichi asked, pointing to the badge on Brooklyn's left shirt pocket.
"I work for the BBF," Brooklyn replied.
Tyson and others exchanged looks. What on earth was the BBF? Brooklyn offered an explanation. "Beyblade Battle Forces," Brooklyn answered clearing his throat. "We work with the Beyblade spy department."
"And what do you guys do there?" Tyson was more confused than ever.
Kenny shook his head. ''I guess we could discuss this over a cup of hot chocolate.'' He dusted some invisible dust over his shoulder before calmly walking towards a nearby cafe.
"Wasn't he in a hurry?'' Hilary mumbled. Her comment was ignored as her friends had already followed Brooklyn outside. "Hey! Wait up!" By the time she had made it to the coffee shop, Brooklyn had already drunk half of his hot chocolate. Tyson and Daichi were seated on either side of Brooklyn, munching on freshly grated cheese.
"Now," Kenny adjusted his glasses while pulling out Dizzy. "Will you tell me about these battle forces?"
"We, bladers of the BBF hunt down the bad guys. We basically do our best to stop the likes of people like Boris before they become established," Brooklyn explained, his voice laced with sadness as he uttered the word 'Boris'.
Tyson and others were staring at the former blader taking in his every word as he spoke. "What else?" Tyson asked.
Brooklyn continued. "We lead the beybattles before the police turns in," he went on. "We call ourselves 'The Battle Forces'. You never know how many people like Boris are out there misleading young bladers." His eyes glistened, pain evident in them as he continued. "I was misled. I was used. I was lucky that I had you guys to guide me. And Kai... I've never seen anyone who could give up everything for the spirit by the way he fought for his team and friends. He inspires me to this day."
"Yes," Tyson grimaced at the memory. "He's a great friend and a strong beyblader, not many can beat him."
Brooklyn nodded, a sad smile formed on his lips.
"And you know what," Tyson was smiling widely at him. "I think you're an amazing blader too, fighting for the BBF. I could only fight in a tournament, though.''
"You're my saviour, remember?"
"Oh no! I was only helping out someone in need. I guess you're doing the same now."
"Yeah,well, the BBF offers special counselling classes for the poor kids. I was like them-so badly influenced." The teenagers remained silent for a while mixed emotions running through their veins.
"I think you're doing a brilliant job." Ray patted his and others too appreciated the effort he was putting in.
"I'm sure Beyblade will be the best sport in the world," Max agreed. "With people like you doing these things."
"I wonder why hasn't mentioned a word about this," Hilary asked.
"Maybe he wanted it to be a secret," Kenny suggested.
"It will be," said Tyson. Before they could discuss the matter any further, a beep sound was heard.
Brooklyn got up at once. "Oh!" he exclaimed, dropping the mug on to his table. He hurried to pay the bill. "And Tyson?"
"Yes?"
"There are some people in the BBF you know very well."
"Like?"
"I'm not supposed to speak of it." And he was gone making his way towards the BBA headquarters.
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Somewhere far in the north of Japan-
A tall boy in his mid-teens was walking along a path, a cold breeze blowing in his face. He brought his jacket slightly up to protect himself from the wind as he continued to walk. Every now and then, he glanced over his shoulder to ensure no one else was present. He came to an abrupt halt at the graveyard gate entrance. He pushed open the gate and walked inside, choosing to settle down beside a tombstone. Salty tears rolled down his face.
"You shouldn't be here for long." He recognised the calm voice of the man.
"What do you want?" he asked venomously.
"Aren't on speaking terms now are we?"
That idiot-
"You still miss him?"
He was tired of these short exchanges. "Why do you care?"
"You are weak."
"I am NOT!"
"I can see that thank you." The boy ignored the comment and quickly left the graveyard, unfortunately he was followed. "I have some news for you."
"May I ask what?" He shot back in a bored tone.
"A break out in Serbia." The man still had the sly smile on his face. The young male glared at the elder man. "You would listen to me if you were him!" The boy's eyes narrowed into slits as the man referred to his late relative. He ignored the ranting and left.
Tyson's Dojo - Next morning
"Battle forces are cool," Tyson remarked while launching Dragoon.
"Yes," Ray nodded as his blade tackled the Dragoon.''Driger!''
They were casually practising after lunch as Max and Daichi watched with interest. A distraught Kenny turned up earning bemused looks from his friends.
"What's up chief?" Tyson and Ray stopped practising as they watched him.
"We need to register for the tournament!" Kenny pulled out Dizzy and began reading aloud."The enthusiastic bladers are advised to register their teams at the BBA on or before seventh of this month. Any team that fails to register will not be allowed to play in the preliminaries commencing in two weeks."
"Seventh of this month Kenn-"
"Which is today," Kenny responded, finishing the sentence for him.
Tyson caught his blade, ran out of the dojo with lightening speed and hurried to the registration office, his teammate's right behind him.
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