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Her teammates had barely believed her as Amara told them about her run in with the world champion during their dinner that night. They stared at her with wide eyes and gaping mouths.

"You ran into Tyson?" Dree asked, an eyebrow raised. She obviously thought that the girl was pulling her leg.

"By luck?" Luna asked, seemingly believing her but in disbelief of the coincidences that needed to have occurred for that to happen. Amara nodded excitedly, not speaking as her mouth was full of food at that point. Their training had made her so hungry...

"And you trained together?" Ilary asked, staring at her new teammate. Was that a hint of jealousy in her eyes? Or maybe it was an even stronger desire to improve?

"Yeah!" Amara answered, having just swallowed. "We had a battle, ate lunch and then we kept battling for a while!"

"So how did it go?" Ilary asked at once, wondering about the results of the battle. Amara pouted, crossing her arms.

"I couldn't beat him!" she huffed back as an answer. Dree shrugged lightly.

"Well, he is the world champion" she pointed out.

"We'll still get stronger before we get to battle them again" Luna encouraged her teammates shyly. They weren't out of the game yet just because of that loss. They all smiled back at her. They knew they'd grow further.

After having eaten and slept like they'd been hit by something very hard and heavy the team once again headed out to their individual training. During their last day of normal practice before the tournament started, they all actually went their own ways. Dree to the training room in the stadium, Luna in an alley where people didn't really walk by, Amara in the park once more and Ilary...

Well, Ilary had headed out and now stood underneath a bridge, away from sight. The sound of her Beyblade vibrated between the bridge walls. The occasional bang! and clang! also popped in once in a while. Rather often actually. It was caused by her Beyblade crashing into empty cans, a wooden box, or even a few, surprisingly big rocks. Each time it hit one of them, what she hit flew of, into the wall. Then, her blade continued to the next obstacle, crashing mercilessly into it. That was what was causing the echoing sound. And probably, that sound was what had caught the attention of the person who was now standing from afar, watching her closely.

Ilary showed absolutely no intent of stopping, or even slowing down her intensive training. Not until she got exactly where she wanted to be. However, suddenly, she froze. In the next moment, her Beyblade was flying towards the person watching her.

Clash!

The other person's Beyblade intercepted hers, stopping it before it reached him. Both of their blades swirled back to their respective owners. The owners themselves glared coldly at each other.

"Tell me why you're watching me" Ilary demanded at once. The boy smiled calmly back at her, the kind of smile that says that he is self confident and he probably has the skills to match up to that confidence. He neared her calmly.

"I was simply walking by" he answered, as calm as before. Ilary frowned lightly. She recognised him. Somehow, there was just something with his stylishly fixed, black hair and icy blue eyes. Where had she seen him before..? Ah!

"Don't even try" Ilary scuffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I saw you at the stadium when the matches were posted. You were spying on me."

The young man blinked once, apparently taken aback by either her good memory or smart guess. He then smiled again, calm, restrained, like it was something he had been taught to do.

"Like I said, I was simply walking by" he repeated once more. Ilary rose an eyebrow. Saying it again wouldn't make her believe it. "I heard you training and it sparked my interest."

"So you were spying on me" concluded Ilary simply. She sighed and turned her back to him. "Leave. I prefer not to have a crowd when I train."

"No need to be so defensive" said the youngster, laughing lightly, obviously not moving anywhere. Ilary rose another suspicious eyebrow.

"Really? You haven't even told me your name."

"Well then" he continued, taking a step closer to her, his statue somehow high and proud. "I'm Kian. What's your name?"

"You telling me your name doesn't guarantee me doing the same" Ilary answered, slightly chilly. Kian gave her an almost sad smile, raising an eyebrow. After a moment or two of staring at him: "...Ilary."

"Well, Ilary, you seem to have some power" Kian added, nodding calmly to the blade that was now in her hand. "In that thing."

"I don't seem" Ilary answered, straightening her back as she looked at him. She didn't like being looked down upon. "I have."

"I guess we'll see" smiled Kian, watching her calmly, calculatingly. Ilary frowned lightly.

"You can see for yourself right now" challenged Ilary calmly, an icy fire burning in her eyes. Kian blinked, then smiled that restricted smile once more.

"Oh no" he answered at once, holding up his hands and taking a step backwards. His calm never faltered for even a second though. "If I do, my supervisors won't let me hear the end of it."

Ilary smiled slightly, somehow a little victorious, and turned her back to him. "You're backing out."

"No." Kian's eyes gleamed lightly as he looked back at her. "We'll just have to be proper and wait until we meet in the finals."

Ilary smirked lightly and turned to him again. A competitive flame had been lit not only in her eyes, but also his, even though he hid it better.

"Yeah. We'll meet there."

"I'll be looking forward to it, Ilary" Kian answered, calmly turning and leaving her alone for her training once again.


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