A/N: Hey there! It's been a while, but I'm back with a Silas one that's also over 200. I'm not sure why I struggled with this one for so long, but hopefully it turned out alright.

Cheers to StarWave612 who requested this in chapter 2 haha. I hope you enjoy! Reviews and such appreciated!


As Silas adjusts to BC Sol, he reconsiders Valt's impact on his life—which is rare, because Silas is usually right.


Silas had been equal parts amused, annoyed, and unflinching when he first battled Valt. He'd been convinced his trip was a waste: BC Sol officially sucked now (besides Free).

Until their rematch. Silas couldn't remember the last time he'd been so wrong about a battle's outcome.

It was easy for Silas to figure out opponents' overall style and possible weaknesses. It was harder to figure out where he stood with Valt's thoughts on "beyblading spirit" since Valt apparently had a talent for making Silas wrong.

Silas battled because he was good at it (and he knew it), not 'cause he cared for friendship through battling, but—

Didn't he like BC Sol? Doesn't he give free advice to his teammates? Wasn't he enjoying Satomb's company more?

Maybe blading was becoming less about his own gain and more about, um, spirit. Maybe he liked BC Sol's training, and maybe he was getting stronger with them. (Although… he still wanted to battle Free.)

In the distance, he heard Valt's vaguely obnoxious voice begging for a battle. So he hadn't ended up hating the kid after all, and he didn't dislike the slow yet genuine grin, tempered with Satomb's savagery, that spread across his face in answer.

And maybe that was okay.