Chapter 13
It was early in the morning, but the sun was already burning Hilary's face. With an irritated low groan, she pressed a button on the remote and turned on the air conditioner. She didn't like leaving it on at night while they were sleeping, therefor she continuously forgot to turn it back on in the morning, and the room always got quickly heated up. Apparently, the high temperature didn't disturb Kenny in his sleep, he was peacefully and steadily breathing under his blanket. Hilary could see how exhausted he was, so she tried to be as silence as she could when she woke up an hour ago, unable to sleep more. Since she couldn't bare to lay lazily in the bed, she decided to leave the warm nest and help out Kai with a training plan.
She already knew what exercises the boys needed, she had been watching them training for two years now. Hilary had many opportunities to observe their movements, so she was aware not only of their preferences, but their weaknesses, too. Of course, she was aware that Kenny did the same thing in a higher, scientific level, but Hilary also trusted her mindfulness and instincts enough to come up with something useful. Furthermore, Kenny typically analyzed the team's physical and mechanical stats, and not much talent left for the psychological part. So here it came Hilary's help.
She was almost done, but she went through again on each points and members, just in case.
Tyson had great stamina, he was like a Duracell-bunny, but his focus easily got lost and couldn't perform the small, delicate movements which would help him save more energy in fights. Therefor, Hilary assigned him tasks that required micro-movements. She already knew Tyson will hate her for it because he was terribly bad at concentrating on actionless exercises.
Ray was very experienced and wise beyblader, but unlike Tyson, he usually didn't dare taking the risks, being too cautious to finish a match in time, before he ran out of energy. He needed to be pulled out of his comfort-zone more frequently. Hilary wrote him more exercises that focused on improvised movements.
Maybe Max had the most place to improve. He put too much trust into his defense, he liked Draciel not to clash with the other beyblade in the dish, which was, lets say, nonsense in a fight. Hilary thought that Max could be patient enough to wear out his opponent, but somehow, Max often started attacking sooner because he didn't want to be boring. Comparing to Tyson, Hilary totally could understand Max's intentions. Playing with slow, thoughtful blading-style usually was not very entertaining for the audience.
And at last but not least, there was Kai. Hilary had a hard time to study him, the Russian boy often slipped away from the team to train and work-out alone. She knew most of his strengths, Kai was capable of a lot of things, but his weaknesses were another thing. He deliberately hid them away not just from his team, but from even himself, Hilary was certain about that. She could tell, this was Kai's biggest weakness. To hide them deep underground, pretending them non-existent, not giving enough room to himself to improve.
Comforting herself, Hilary nervously chewed her pencil – a bad habit she picked up in school – while she was reconsidering the training recommendations for Kai. After a short hesitation, she scribbled some general things down. Kai was okay without her guidance so far, and she didn't want to make him upset. Hilary wanted him to see she respected his personal space and to appreciate her effort for that.
It was hard to deny she felt something for the distrustful, mystery captain, although, she was doing much better since they first had met. Hilary got used to his dismissive and unfriendly glares and remarks and didn't get them personally, but she would be a fool saying they didn't affect her the slightest.
A sleepy moan suddenly interrupted Hilary.
Kenny sat up in the bed, his hair messier than usual, blindly groping after his glasses on the bedside table.
"Morning, Kenny!" Hilary welcomed him with a warm smile. "Did you sleep well?"
"Morning, Hilary. I slept well but not enough." He checked the watch on the table, it took him a few seconds to read it, he blinked hard, trying to chase away the sleepiness from his eyes. "Barely three hours?! Far not enough!"
"I let you get ready, I call together the boys for the training." Hilary said while packed away her stuff from the table, also grabbing the exercise plan.
Kenny just nodded tiredly in agreement. His first thing was to check if his laptop charged enough during his short sleep. He didn't have a chance yet to check and analyze Alexandra's beyblade, however he was eager to learn more about the new Blitzkriegs member.
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Hilary gently knocked at Ray and Kai's door not to disturb them too much in case they were still sleeping. Her gingerness was needless, the door swung open wildly, and an energetic, ready-to-anything Ray appeared before her with a charming smile.
"Hello, Hilary! Ready for the day?"
Hilary first blinked at Ray's uncommon enthusiasms in her surprise, but she immediately smiled back at him.
"I sure am, and glad to see you ready, too! I made a training plan for today." She proudly waved the white sheet in her hand as a proof.
"Oh, no! I'm already frightened." Ray chuckled. He was in a very good mood.
"Lets have a breakfast with the others first, so you all won't get diabetes."
"While the others are reviving, I'll pay the White Tigers a quick visit." Ray winked and stepped or rather flew out of the room beside Hilary.
"Wait… is Kai in there?" Hilary called after him, she didn't want to just walk into their room, uninvited.
"Er, yeah! That sleepy growling bear has just woke up, too." Ray snorted with laughter over his shoulder, then quickly disappeared before she could hold him up with anything else.
Hilary turned back to the door to enter the room when it was swung wide again, and a stern but unusually tired Kai glared at her. This menacing look again. Hilary always struggled not to flinch under his glower, she felt herself in the spotlight under those eyes, and in not a pleasure way.
"What?" Kai grumbled. Ray was not joking about the growling bear after all.
"I thought I'll help you out and made a training plan based on everyone's former performance. I also reconciled these results with their win-loss rate, so we can keep an eye on their progress. These are just some guidelines for their personal beyblade-style to improve, you can skip whatever you want with them, but both Kenny and I find these points crucial to improve." She tapped her finger at the 'Need to Develop' column on the paper, while Kai was examining it through.
It didn't remain unnoticed for her that Kai hadn't dress yet, he wore a simple black tank top with grey baggy pants. He probably stood in his sleeping clothes, being less formal than usual.
He thoroughly reviewed the sheet, Hilary was waiting in silence in the meantime, not disturbing him with questions and explanations, she knew she'd only bother the leader with those. After a few long minutes, Kai nodded.
"It's not entirely useless. I didn't ask your help, though."
"I wouldn't think I'd need your approval on that. Help also can be served voluntarily as a favor, you know." Hilary remarked, she hated the unnecessary viciousness.
"Do I look like who stands in need of favor?"
"Quit being so rude, Hiwatari." Hilary pulled her strict teacher attitude, the boys' favorite. "You just woke up and already are grumpy like an old man having a hangover."
"Well, this is another strength of mine. Don't forget to add that to the strategy sheet." Somehow, Kai mastered his sarcasm so perfectly, he managed to say them with an incomparably unexpressive face, giving his companion a hard time to decide if he was talking seriously or just messing with them. Not Hilary and the boys. They all already learnt to recognize his mocking remarks. However, truth be told, in most cases, he simply was sarcastic.
Hilary impulsively stomped with her leg in her frustration. Why did hehave to make fun of everything what she was doing? Surprisingly, Kai just gave her an answer for that.
"You're such an easy target, Hilary."
Although, Kai smirked, being mean to her, the small curve in the corner of his lip took away the sharpness of his words, making the vicious look almost playful. Hilary realized he was teasing her again, but it didn't make her less angry. Kai handed back her the sheet then closed the door without any additional word.
"Alright! I'll see you at the breakfast!" Hilary said to the door, pissed by Kai's arrogant but typical behavior.
She stepped to Tyson and Max's door, and aggressively knocked on it.
"Wake up, wake up! Training starts in an hour! Come to the dining room for breakfast!" Hilary yelled through the door, and once she was ascertained that heard Tyson cursing her name from inside, she trotted to the elevator.
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When Hilary entered the dining room, rich assortment of various food was served on the tables next to the door, delicious, inviting smell lured the hungry stomachs in. The place was almost empty, too early for the casual hotel guests, less early for professionals. One of them was the new Russian girl. She sat at a bigger table, alone. Hilary suddenly sympathized with Alexandra, she knew how hard it was to fit in a boy group, none the less, to Blitzkrieg Boys'.
Hilary quickly grabbed some bread and eggs with tea and hurried to the blonde's table.
"May I?" She asked with a reassuring smile.
The surprise was readable on Alexandra's face, but she politely motioned her to sit.
"Are you an early bird, too?" Hilary asked, attempting to engage some small talk to get acquainted.
"I like expression, early bird." Alexa replied on her harsh Russian accent, smiling back.
"Are you getting along with the boys? I can imagine how tough it might be for you."
Alexa shrugged, not specifically saying anything.
Before Hilary could continue her query, Boris and Sergei joined their table.
"Why did you have to sit to this talkaholic chick?" Boris complained in Russian to Alexa.
"I didn't call her. She came to sit next to me." Alexa's respond was dry and unfriendly, not because of the girl's unexpected company.
Hilary got embarrassed. She couldn't understand what they were talking about because she didn't speak a word in Russian, but she didn't have to strain herself to guess the topic.
"How do you like Dubai?" Alexa spoke up while the two boys got themselves comfortable and started to load their head. Although, it was evidently a meaningless question, Hilary was grateful for her, the awkward silence always bothered her. Maybe she shouldn't have sat to this table.
"Oh, it's beautiful! I always thought the desert was an empty, boring place…"
"Is she talking about the desert or herself, now?" Boris muttered to his plate.
Hilary didn't bother to notice the interference.
"…but Dubai can't be farther from boredom! There's so many places to visit. It's a pity—"
"Oh god, how I love breakfasts in the hotels! It's so rich and delicious. I could live on it forever!"
A vivid and loud Tyson and a sleepy Max parked their trays next to Hilary's.
"Tyson!" Hilary snapped at him with annoyance. "You've interrupted me. I was talking!"
"Yeah, thanks a ton for that, Tyson." Boris said again, not even looking up from his bacon.
The others ignored him. They all knew Boris was not a gentleman.
"Sorry, Hilary, I wasn't aware." Tyson looked at her apologetically. "You were saying?"
"I was saying to Alexandra how pity we won't have the opportunity to discover Dubai because of the Championship."
"Ah, right! Like the Jumeirah Mosque or the big aquarium." Max exasperatedly nodded in agreement.
"How do you like it so far?" Hilary asked back, looking at the Russian team but mostly expecting reply from Alexandra. "Aren't you hot in those long clothes you wear here?"
"It's hot." The blonde approved with a blank face, the steaming tea she was holding in her hands was in contradiction with her statement.
"Goddamn hot." Sergei agreed with a suffering frown, pulling the fabric on his neck to let some air in.
"Come on, guys. Don't tell me you forgot your summer outfits in Moscow." Tyson scoffed right before threw a big portion of ham to his mouth.
"We prefer this outfit." Sergei politely dismissed Tyson's question.
"It's not about preferences." On Sergei's prominent discretion, Tyson suddenly became interested in this question. "Wearing a high-neck pull-over in Dubai is like a Yeti going hunting into the desert. How is it not uncomfortable?"
"Fuck this gibberish!" Boris suddenly got fed up with the companion, he stood and left the table, tossing the remains of his breakfast to the big garbage can, and left the room.
Sergei also finished and raised, though not as vigorously.
"Soon we'll start the training, don't stay long." He reminded Alexa who nodded in understanding.
"I'll finish my tea and join you."
As the Russian boys left, Tyson grumbled into his hot milk, not understanding what wrong he did.
"They didn't like your question, I guess." Max commented absentmindedly as if answering Tyson's unexpressed question.
"Thanks, Captain Obvious. Just explain me the why."
"Because tattoo."
All three of them looked at the direction of Alexa. The Russian girl stared them back with a bored look, hand supporting her head. She still hugged the hot cup with her other hand.
"What tattoo?" Tyson frowned.
"On our neck. All of us have it. What do you think, why does Kai wear scarf all time?"
"Wha—? What kind of tattoo would you and he have on the neck? I never saw it."
"Brand mark of Biovolt." The deadpan tone in her voice still disturbing, just like when she talked such claptrap about Kai being raised as a weapon. She spread her hand almost theatrically, "we all property of Balkov, we're inaccessible for anyone but him."
Dreadful silence followed her words as she gulped the last sip of her tea from the cup.
"Are you serious?" Max managed to ask. It was such a sudden nonsense for him, he expected the blonde to shout April Fool in any second and laugh at their dumbfounded face. The Russians were always secretive, fastidiously protected their private life, and then here was this girl who blatantly spilled things that evidently made their young age terrible.
"Can you show us that tattoo?" Hilary requested, not entirely convinced it wasn't a big lie.
Alexa already lifted her hand to remove the fabric from her neck to reveal the permanent ink when suddenly, Tala called her, unaware of interrupting the serious conversation.
"Alexa! Where are Boris and Sergei?" The redhead stopped a few steps from them like he was worried he wouldn't be able to refuse the G-Revolution's invitation to join the table. He nodded shortly to Tyson and Max in acknowledgment. They mechanically bobbed back.
"They already left. "Alexa replied. "I think they headed to the training room."
"I can see you're finished, too. Go after them. You can start stretching. I'll be there right away." He barked on his usual ordering voice, not providing place to argue.
Alexa collected her tray, and left Tyson's companion without a word. Tala went to the buffet to grab some quick breakfast and sat to a different table, alone.
Hilary looked at his boys and realized they were already having a silent conversation with their eyes. She didn't want to be left out again, so she took over the narrative.
"Does Kai have a tattoo?" She repeated carefully, only for Tyson and Max' ears. Hilary suddenly found the thought hot. Usually bad guys had tattoos, and well, Kai often behaved like a bad guy with a heart, which was a wet dream for a lot of girls.
"I've never seen it." Tyson pondered so seriously, he forgot to swallow the ham that he was chewing since the tattoo-topic came up.
"Yeah, because the scarf." Max stated almost unceremoniously.
"When I met him, he didn't have a scarf." Hilary objected.
"He didn't?" Tyson repeated in his surprise. He didn't remember what the sourpuss was wearing years ago, and Kai literally grew close to his scarf, it was a challenge for him to imagine him without it.
"True, but he had a high-neck outfit that time. His neck was covered anyway." Max put down his cup and started to toy with an idea. "Do you think he has more tattoos?"
Tyson found Max's question amusing. "Yeah, maybe he got Dranzer on his whole back and he flirts with it on the beach when we're not looking."
Max and Tyson laughed out loud, while Hilary was trying to hide her blushing face. The imagination Tyson described was too much for her to handle in this early hour. She turned the conversation back to a serious tone.
"He must take off his scarf sometimes… Like on your battle from last year, Tyson!" Hilary just remembered that Kai dropped his scarf, causing a common disturbance among the audience when they saw he put weights in the fabric. "I don't remember seeing anything on his neck, but I was obviously focusing on the battle."
Tyson and Max started a nostalgic session about the mentioned match, but Hilary didn't listen to them anymore because she was suddenly obsessed to find out whether a record existed about Kai's bare neck to find out the ultimate truth. Hilary also took into consideration that Alexandra was just messing with them, but what would be her reason to fabricate such a lie?
Hilary just opened her mouth to share her thoughts with the boys when she noticed Ray and Kenny entered the dining room, right after them Kai himself. When all of them finally sat to the table, Hilary hopelessly tried to prevent what usually happened in these situations, but Tyson was always faster and immediately charged Kai with his question.
"Kai, you never told us you have a tattoo on your neck. Mind you show us?"
Despite of Tyson's cheerful and comical mood, Kai was caught off guard. It was barely a second to spot it, he quickly collected his face muscles, sending half blank, half arrogant glare to Tyson, but Hilary saw it.
"What are you talking about?" Ray frowned at his bread while buttering it.
"The Russian girl has spoken again." Max announced, still giggling at the imaginary sight of Kai on the beach.
Kai expressed his opinion with a single growl.
"I already told you not to listen to her. She's playing with you."
The others dropped the topic immediately, sensing their leader tensed tone, but Hilary just couldn't let it go so easily. She liked secrets, exposing them even more. It was not her intention to use them in a dirty way, though. She'd never hurt or blackmail anyone with their own private things, but she felt more valuable when she possessed them. Friends do share their secrets with each other, don't they? People usually felt more at ease when she found out their secrets, sharing their burden. Only now, Hilary was not completely sure if Kai'd appreciate the attitude from his perspective.
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Boris and Sergei were already warming up when Alexa arrived in the training room. They didn't talk and didn't say a word to Alexa, either, they continued stretching in silence. Just when they finished warming up, Tala appeared in the room and straightway started to setup cones in three lines. One line for each of them.
"The concept is…" He began, pulling his beyblade out of his pocket and adjusting it to his gun-like launcher. He pointed it to one of the cones in the first line. "To scale up the balance of your beyblade."
He landed Wolborg on the top of the cone, then he made her jump to the next one and then to the third, last one in the line. Boris praised his sufficient performance with a playful whistle.
"It's not a usual exercise. You need to work together with your bit-beast to success it. You can't do it relying only on your strength. Co-operation is the key." Tala explained his team. He glanced them to see their reaction. He himself practiced this for almost three days until he could keep Wolborg on the top of the cone. Seeing his teammates faces, it was not hidden before him they had doubts in themselves. Tala was certain if they hadn't seen with their own eyes that he could do it, they would have given voice to their disbelief.
"Get ready." He ordered and the team obeyed. Each of them stood to a line of cones, ready to launch their beyblade.
"Shoot."
On Tala's order, all three beyblade flew out from the launcher. Nothing to spoil about it, none of them could land their blade on the targeted spot.
Boris put too much strength into his launch as he always did, hence Falborg knocked down not one but two cones in his line. Sergei almost turned over the first cone, but after spinning ridiculously on its feet for a while, it eventually stopped, although he couldn't control Seaborg's movements properly. Alexa could hit the top of the cone with her beyblade, but immediately slipped off, losing most of its balance and helplessly spun around the orange object.
"It's okay." Tala reassured them. "I expected nothing else at your first try. You don't have to re-launch, try to make your beyblade jump from the floor."
They followed their captain's instructions and practiced without a word. Tala watched them closely.
Meanwhile Tala could hear that G-Revolution team started their training, as well. A fogged glass door separated the two teams, so they couldn't observe each other's moves and tactic, but they could open the two rooms together if they needed more place in any case. Unfortunately, it was not soundproof, and they could hear the other team's noisy training, however, he couldn't understand well enough what they said to each other.
"This is stupid." Boris groaned to himself. He was already frustrated and impatient that he couldn't complete the task and couldn't even make an improvement since they started.
"I repeat." Tala spoke up, encouraging his friend. "This is about the relationship with your bit-beast. You can't do this practice without their contribution. Don't struggle, be patient to find the balance."
"Where did you leave your white beard, Zen master?" Boris asked, reluctantly following Tala's instructions.
Sergei still couldn't reach the cone top with Seaborg, but he was already on the good track. The whale bit-beast constantly tried to catch the proper angle to jump to the top, getting closer with each attempt.
It seemed, Alexa was not closer to complete the task, her beyblade clumsily bounced around the top.
Tala thought that was enough practice with the bit-beasts, he commanded his team to collect their beyblades and prepare for the more serious exercises.
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It turned out that Hilary's training plan was not bad, at all. Kai found a lot of useful details on the sheet to give the proper exercise to his team, and so he didn't have to think what practice would suit the best his teammates. He already spent too much time and energy on his own training schedule, Kai really didn't want to trouble himself with anyone else's. Although, no one knew it about him, but he didn't like leading the team. He preferred minding his own business.
He was practicing with Max, while Tyson and Ray played a friendly battle with each other. He paired the team members based on Hilary's suggestion. It was rare that Kai practiced with Max and Ray with Tyson. Ray truly needed to learn some recklessness from Tyson, while Tyson must have picked up some wisdom from Ray. Same for their pairing with Max. Kai was an aggressive, strategic player, but mostly followed his instincts, meantime Max often overthought everything, and he ended up staying passive during the fights.
Kai didn't want to have an exhausting training with the team now, they were going to have a match tonight. He also was tired of the tower climbing from yesterday. Both his legs ached like they were on fire and were made out of rusty metal that was hard to move. He didn't give a sign of his discomfort, of course. Avoiding any unnecessary movements, he stood at the edge of the dish, providing Max with implications about the proper strategy and steps in a fight. He didn't like telling people the solution in a direct way. It was better if he let them found out by themselves. This way, they felt it their own success and idea.
While the four beybladers were training, Hilary and Kenny sat in the corner on the bench, silently observing the boys' practice. Hilary was taking notes, recording on paper any movement she thought important at the slightest. Kenny was diligently typing beside her. At first, she thought he was documenting the battles, as well, but soon, she realized the mechanic was working on something else. Hilary couldn't see exactly what because Kenny positioned himself directly in the corner, not letting anyone to see his screen. She found it odd, Kenny usually was not this secretive, but Hilary didn't give a second thought of it. She was busy with her notes.
When she didn't make notes, her mind wandered off, thinking of the tattoo again. She was trying to work out a plan to take a small peek on Kai's neck, but no matter how hard she was thinking, she couldn't come up with such a scenario that would give her a proper reason to make Kai remove his scarf without his suspicion.
"Kenny." Hilary turned to the small boy in her desperation. "Do you have the record about Tyson and Kai's battle from the last Championship?"
"Yeah. Somewhere." Kenny didn't bother to look up at her.
"Could you dig it up for me?" Hilary casually asked him.
The brown-haired boy finally eyed her, pushing his glasses up to his nose the moment he lifted his head.
"Why do you need that, now?"
Hilary already prepared for this question. "I just want to check if Tyson has any progress since the finale match. It seems for me, he's learning a lot from Ray now, don't you think?"
"Uhm…" Kenny looked at the battling pair for the first time since the training started. Ray was filling Tyson with helpful information how to concentrate on small details during the fights. In return, Tyson tried to explain him how he listened to his instincts during the battle. It was obvious that Kenny had no idea what the others were doing around him, so Hilary suddenly got curious what kept him so busy. It must be something big, Kenny was usually self-contained before he announced his new big invention that helped the team to win their next fights.
"I guess you're right." He answered eventually, turning back to his work, whatever it was.
"So? Will you give me that record?" Hilary asked again.
"Uh-huh."
Hilary was not sure if Kenny was going to remember this conversation, but she got his word, only that mattered. She didn't disturb him more during the training, she was also preoccupied with her notes, anyway.
Kai stopped the training around noon and dismissed the team to have lunch and get some rest.
"About time!" Tyson cried, holding his empty stomach. "I'm starving. Bey-battling and learning at the same time is actually exhausting."
While the others left and headed to the dining room for lunch, Tyson noticed Kenny stayed and was still working hard in the corner. The champion sat beside him with a loud exhale.
"Come on, Kenny, it's lunch break." He called his friend then frowned when Kenny grumbled back in frustration.
"Right," he agreed, reluctantly, "I need to eat."
Looking at Kenny's concerned face, Tyson had a feeling he knew what made his friend worried.
"Are you working on the data of the Russian girl's beyblade?"
Kenny nodded wordlessly. Sometimes Tyson had good guesses what was in his friends' mind. When you let someone so close to you, eventually you learnt the way of their thinking. He assigned this talent to his open-hearted attitude. Recalling what Alexa just told them in the morning, he wasn't so sure if he knew Kai at all. Every time, he thought he understood the introverted boy, something new and unbelievable detail about him slapped Tyson in the face.
"Did you find anything so far?" He asked, hoping to get a positive feedback.
"No." Kenny sighed tiredly. "I've just started, but I already see it'll be tricky. I was surprised how easily she offered me her beyblade to survey. Now, I understand."
Tyson furrowed his eyebrows, folding his arms on his chest in contemplation. Tyson was worried for the first time that they actually gave Dranzer to Alexa to try in return of nothing.
"Don't tell me you can't even check the mechanism of her beyblade."
"Of course, I can do that." Kenny's respond snapped with irritation. "That was the very first what I did. Although, I could load these details anytime from the main server of BBA, I already gained my access long time ago."
Tyson was stunned how casually his friend admitted his hacking on an international server, but he didn't begin to question this criminal act. Speaking so easily showed him how much aggravated Kenny became by this trouble.
"The moment when she handled me, I knew she had a defensive-type beyblade because it weighed comparatively heavy. I also learnt that she mostly centralizes her moves to avoid clashes and then counter-attack at the right time. Practically, it's similar to Max's play." Kenny continued, his voice almost defeated. "The issue is that I can't access the data on her bitbeast. Which is a bit worrisome."
Tyson blinked in amazement. He didn't understand how Kenny could always exceed himself. Of course, Tyson also could tell about a Beyblade if it was attack- or defensive-type if he examined the rings, but Kenny managed to conclude all these details only holding the beyblade in his hand. He had all the right to call himself expert when it came to Beyblade-science.
"So, she does have a bitbeast." Tyson summarized the main point of the speech.
"Why are you so surprised? It was never a question. It's the Championship, Tyson! Wielding a bit-beast is basic requirement at this level." Kenny shook his head in his tired hopelessness.
"Alright, alright! I was just thinking aloud." Tyson held up his hands in surrender, he gained enough information today. "You need a break. You'll continue the research later. The details you've learnt so far is already much more than nothing. And I'm pretty sure you'll also find a solution on the bit-beast problem, soon, just you know… keep trying." He pushed the laptop lid down with a firm motion, then he pulled Kenny off the bench and pushed him out of the training room. Although, Kenny groaned in his disagreement, he didn't resist.