With just another day in the picturesque lake in Bakuten, an emphasis of the glory of the new BBA clashed. They all were grinning, laughing, practicing in small dishes. It had been a while since they attained this much peace.

"Cheers!" Tyson yelled, clanging his glass of apple juice against his teammates'. Grandpa and Mrs. Dickenson surreptitiously enjoyed their apple cider.

The new BBA was all ready and ready to begin a new life with the same, old raw materials. However, it was left to be embedded with furniture and decorations.
The afternoon was warm and humid, with cherry blossom flowers languishing on the picnic mats. Hilary twirled her hair with a finger and a bright, pink petal flew across her face.

"They were never here…" she whispered to herself. "All my life, I had always been wanting to see cherry blossoms grow here!"

"Prunus serrulata," Tyson said, popping up behind her. She gasped, turning her head around. "It's the scientific name for cherry blossoms. It's got a million species, most in Japanese." He concluded, grinning at her.

Hilary gawked at him astonishingly. "Tyson! How do you-"

"Oh, nothing much, Hils. It's there in one of our tenth-grade non-detail." He retorted, sitting beside her.

"No, but- you studied? Did you actually read something?"

Tyson frowned. "Hey, that's rude! But anyway, it has been a while, hasn't it? No more dirty tricks, no more dirty plays! Kinda beats the heck outta me, though."

"Why?" Hilary interrogated.

"I mean, I really look forward to challenges, you know. But what has happened is only for the better." Tyson sighed loudly.

"Ah man, I'm really tired!" He said, lounging against the mat. He slid his hands through the pockets, pulling out his one and only dragoon. He glared at it for minutes until Hilary questioned him.

"Why're you so…anxious? And so eccentric all of a sudden?"

"Hilary…I don't really know if I'm out of control with dragoon or is it really what I feel. But, I feel, there's a magnet- kinda attracting dragoon – and I don't know, it just keeps tryna get off my blade, you know."

The bewildered brunette gaped at him. "I'm sorry, but that made no-"

"AH!" The boisterous, sweet, blonde haired boy yelled. Tyson and Hilary looked around, wondering what on earth just happened. The boy kneeled down and picked his blade up slowly.

Ray ran over to him. "Again, Max?"

Max looked up at him. "Worse. Much worse. Have we become this lazy ever since peace took a spot in our lives?"

Tyson and Hilary came up running towards them.

"Tyson! Hilary!" Max cried. "Where have you been?"

"Just around the corner. What's wrong?"

"I don't know, we're just so out of control. Guess we havent been practicing enough." Ray explained. "Well, gotta get back-"

"Hold up," Tyson interjected. "Out of control, you say?"

"I know, it's gonna take a while to catch up." Max said, frowning at his blade with his glistening, azure eyes.

"No, no, no! I thought something was off! Isn't it odd that we're all experiencing the same darn thing? Out of control, kinda magnetic and a really desiring objective to get somewhere?"

Max and Ray looked at Tyson, muddled.

"Tyson? You too?"

Tyson nodded impassively. "It's odd."
It indeed was intermittent. Never in their in lives had they felt this way.

"Mr. Dickenson might know something. You should ask him about it." Kenny suggested.

"My blade's fine!" Daichi cried.

"Your bit-beast isn't even part of the four sacred beasts. So back off and lay down, kid." Tyson jeered.

Daichi eyed at Tyson wrathfully, while Hilary perplexedly looked up to Tyson.
"Tyson, are you assuming this is part of the four sacred beasts? Are you saying we're-"

"Trapped in past, again. Yeah, Hilary." Kenny interjected. "We're all rounded off to the ancient, sacred beasts again."

"Hey, we still need to confirm with the lone wolf, right?" Tyson interrogated.

"We don't. Max and I already sneaked into his sessions a few hours ago. He was completely out of control. It's a scandal, literally." Ray explained, brooded. "We need to approach Mr. Dickenson. He's right there!"

Up they went, running and panting towards Mr. Dickenson. Intimidated, he put his apple cider aside.

"Mr. Dickenson!" Tyson yelled. "We need to tell you something!"

Tyson meticulously explained the eccentric behavior with the four sacred bit-beasts and how the past might be repeating again. His mouth chattered and continued to gripe about the odd feelings. In the end, he cohered the facts up in a fathomable manner.

Mr. Dickenson rushed his fingers under his chin. He wasn't bewildered about his instincts, rather seemed to have connected the scenario.

"Tyson, perhaps I can't guarantee anything. But contemplating two scenarios here, there seems to be a sauntering, yet close connection here. If it turns out to be true, you might be able to figure something out." He mulled tentatively.

"We'll need you to elaborate on that!" Kenny cried curiously.

Mr. Dickenson lounged against his chair. He sighed, beginning with a light cough.
"The demon rock island, where you guys had the conflict with the possessed children, has an area taken over by the British team, Scrimmage Resolutions."

Tyson cringed at the title of the team.

"Infamous, yet filled with hardiness. They joined the BBA a few months ago and griped about the odd noises from a cave. It was undoubtedly bit-beast spirits, or at least a small part of them. The sounds were unique and surreal. But the female lead of the team, Tiara James, the quickest among them all, is truly gifted with a quirky mind. She was able to figure out that the waves belonged to the bit-beast's so called 'god'. Her, along with her team, come from a catholic family where they study, analyze and introspect into the history of beyblading. They don't mock the occult, rather have some in themselves. They perform rituals, prayers and even seances."

"That's ridiculous! What if she's just a straight up fraud?" Daichi hollered.

"If she was, Daichi, she wouldn't have been able to help many bladers with their physical or mental situation. You're a young boy, it might be hard for you to fathom this."

"Forget about Daichi. He's just contradicting himself. But I had a question for myself."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Daichi yelled.

"It would be a sin to expose you like that. If you really meant what you said, you'd know what I'm talking about. I've caught you, you ickle little swine!" Tyson said with a snide remark.

Daichi flushed and averted his face. "Whatever!"

"I wanted to ask what you meant by 'god' here. You mentioned it, right? But I don't get it!"

"Tyson, perhaps I'm not the right person to give you a meticulous essay on this."

"Then who is, Mr. Dickenson?"

"I will let Tiara know about the issue and get her here, to Japan. Tiara, Mike, Rosa, Allen and Austin would be the right ones to tell you this."

Tyson muddled, eyeing at Ray, who was right next to him. "Fine, I guess. I just want to know who these British bladers are. Like, a bit more information on their group."

Mr. Dickenson pointed out at the bureau office across the lake. "I have some documents over there. If you'd like, you're free to check it out."

The team exchanged looks and decided to check it out anyway. It was better than being rover all day.

"…comes from the family of strong British bladers. The current team which holds this position is…
Tiara James
Mike James
Allen Evans
Rosa Bell
They are a very furtive and mysterious teams having set their own goals on. Hence, you'd never see them participating in tournaments, because it's not their thing to. Their bit-beasts nearly match the power of the four-scared bit-beasts. And – the rest is what basically Mr. Dickenson explained to us." Tyson concluded, gushing through the sheet.

"Matches the power of our bit-beasts, eh? Makes me curious." Ray hushed.

"That's codswallop, trust me! There's no way in the world some unknown group would be way past or even a little near to our strength." Tyson jeered out of his ego.

"Don't get all cocky, Tyson. You'll regret making this mistake later. The document is the whole point of them being this strong!" Hilary commented.

Tyson eyed Hilary leisurely.

"She has a point, Tyson. But forget about this! Until the team arrives, we need to focus on ourselves instead." Kenny advised. They all took it in, as it was for the best.

The orangish-yellow rays hit the surface of the lake. A young, navy-blue haired gazed down the lake with his hands shoved into is pocket. The wind played with his hair. He sighed out loud.

"Here you are! Tyson!" Kenny cried, rushing over to Tyson.

Tyson turned around. "Kenny? Why have you been looking for me?"

"They're here! And she's so gorgeous! I just saw a picture! That beauty exceeds Ming-Ming's!"

Tyson gawked at Kenny, baffled. "Who?"

"Scrimmage Resolutions, knucklehead!"

"Oh. Uh-"

"We need to report to the airport! NOW!"

Kenny hauled Tyson along to the Dojo, from where they planned to head off to the Dojo. Tyson yelled at Kenny was hauling him harshly, but to his annoyance, Kenny wouldn't listen to his griping. It was about time until they got there.

Oof, this story is going to be long! Well what do you think?