Chapter Four: Challenge of the Hooded Samurai
*Friday afternoon.*
"Max! Sign my sister's blade too!"
The Bladebreakers' arrival spread as fast as wildfire as the entire school population crowds around Tyson, Max, Ray and Kenny to get autographs and to look at their Beyblades.
"Hey Ray sign an autograph for the second cousin too! And one for my cat!"
"Okay settle down people," Tyson tried to say, "Hey Kai a little help here!"
* * *
"Wow," said Max, "That was the first best week of school I've ever had!" Ray agreed and Kai put his Beyblade back in the pocket of his pants. They have just finished showing and (maybe some) teaching to the kids of Satoshi Tajiri High and were they tired. But their job had barely started. Now that they've gotten use to their new schedule, Kenny proposed a timetable of training complete with all daily health and exercise requirements plus 24-hour footages on Kai, Max, Ray and Tyson's past Beyblade matches.
They sat themselves in a nearby park and the Kenny opens his laptop. "Okay everybody," Kenny's lecture begins, "You know that Tyson's Beyblade lost to Mr. X because the flames were way too powerful for Dragoon to flare with. Now take a look of this computer simulation of what would've happen if the flames weren't present."
Ray, Max and Tyson squeezed in front of the laptop to try to get a good seat. The Dragoon-simulated Beyblade spins rapidly towards Mr. X's blade and they both collided. Tyson's blade wobbles and starts to slow down.
"Hey what's the big idea?!" yelled Tyson, "Why is my blade still weak even though those stupid fire stuff isn't around, huh?"
"Because," came Kai's voice from behind them, "You're not the best Blader in the world, Tyson."
"Have you lost your mind?!" Tyson responded holding fists, "I'm the world Beyblade Champion! I even beat mutated space-cyber like freaks like the Demolition Boys! I AM INVINCABLE!"
"Kai has a point," came Kenny, "As I've said before, not every Beyblader goes to the World Championships, and they don't have to. There may be tons of others who are stronger than the Demolition Boys and maybe us, which we've never heard of. That's why we're here, to train harder and beat those who are, even though we're world-class Beybladers."
"So there's like a world-world-class?" joked Max, "I hate to know how good Beybladers can go."
"Me too," said Ray, "I'm ready for anything now. Me and Driger are ready to let it rip!"
"Not to be too observant you guys," Kai suddenly said, "But a serious looking kid is coming."
Tyson, Ray, Max and Kenny tore their eyes off the computer screen and looks in the direction Kai is pointing. Sure enough, a kid with flaming red hair and mysterious greenish eyes walks towards them.
"Talon?" said Tyson looking slightly confused, "What are you doing here?"
Talon says nothing. In a flash of the eye, he grabs a ripcord and his Beyblade and launcher, and directs them at (gasp!) Kai. "You're mine."
Kai had his arms crossed and raised an eyebrow. "You're challenging me to a Beyblade match?" he mocked Talon, "Go home kid, you're wasting our time."
"I'm not without title," Talon said angrily. He put his launcher in one hand and used to the other to reach into his pack and pulled out a robe. He threw it high into the sky. The robe shadowed the sunlight for that split second, as the wind catches it and hurls it higher, and higher. Max and Ray hold their breaths and stares mesmerized at the flowing cloth of birch-brown. Tyson and Kenny gasped and their knees start trembling, praying that this isn't whom they thought it would be.
Talon jumps up and outstretches to the robe and in a twirl of bright sunlight and a cloud of dust, a hooded figure with gleaming eyes stands in front of the Bladebreakers holding a fiery Beyblade.
"It- It-! It can't be!" gasped Tyson, falling down on the ground. The hooded figure menacing walks forward, advancing to Kai. He holds out his Beyblade one more time at the shocked overtopped expression of Kai and says, "Let it rip, Kai."
*Friday afternoon.*
"Max! Sign my sister's blade too!"
The Bladebreakers' arrival spread as fast as wildfire as the entire school population crowds around Tyson, Max, Ray and Kenny to get autographs and to look at their Beyblades.
"Hey Ray sign an autograph for the second cousin too! And one for my cat!"
"Okay settle down people," Tyson tried to say, "Hey Kai a little help here!"
* * *
"Wow," said Max, "That was the first best week of school I've ever had!" Ray agreed and Kai put his Beyblade back in the pocket of his pants. They have just finished showing and (maybe some) teaching to the kids of Satoshi Tajiri High and were they tired. But their job had barely started. Now that they've gotten use to their new schedule, Kenny proposed a timetable of training complete with all daily health and exercise requirements plus 24-hour footages on Kai, Max, Ray and Tyson's past Beyblade matches.
They sat themselves in a nearby park and the Kenny opens his laptop. "Okay everybody," Kenny's lecture begins, "You know that Tyson's Beyblade lost to Mr. X because the flames were way too powerful for Dragoon to flare with. Now take a look of this computer simulation of what would've happen if the flames weren't present."
Ray, Max and Tyson squeezed in front of the laptop to try to get a good seat. The Dragoon-simulated Beyblade spins rapidly towards Mr. X's blade and they both collided. Tyson's blade wobbles and starts to slow down.
"Hey what's the big idea?!" yelled Tyson, "Why is my blade still weak even though those stupid fire stuff isn't around, huh?"
"Because," came Kai's voice from behind them, "You're not the best Blader in the world, Tyson."
"Have you lost your mind?!" Tyson responded holding fists, "I'm the world Beyblade Champion! I even beat mutated space-cyber like freaks like the Demolition Boys! I AM INVINCABLE!"
"Kai has a point," came Kenny, "As I've said before, not every Beyblader goes to the World Championships, and they don't have to. There may be tons of others who are stronger than the Demolition Boys and maybe us, which we've never heard of. That's why we're here, to train harder and beat those who are, even though we're world-class Beybladers."
"So there's like a world-world-class?" joked Max, "I hate to know how good Beybladers can go."
"Me too," said Ray, "I'm ready for anything now. Me and Driger are ready to let it rip!"
"Not to be too observant you guys," Kai suddenly said, "But a serious looking kid is coming."
Tyson, Ray, Max and Kenny tore their eyes off the computer screen and looks in the direction Kai is pointing. Sure enough, a kid with flaming red hair and mysterious greenish eyes walks towards them.
"Talon?" said Tyson looking slightly confused, "What are you doing here?"
Talon says nothing. In a flash of the eye, he grabs a ripcord and his Beyblade and launcher, and directs them at (gasp!) Kai. "You're mine."
Kai had his arms crossed and raised an eyebrow. "You're challenging me to a Beyblade match?" he mocked Talon, "Go home kid, you're wasting our time."
"I'm not without title," Talon said angrily. He put his launcher in one hand and used to the other to reach into his pack and pulled out a robe. He threw it high into the sky. The robe shadowed the sunlight for that split second, as the wind catches it and hurls it higher, and higher. Max and Ray hold their breaths and stares mesmerized at the flowing cloth of birch-brown. Tyson and Kenny gasped and their knees start trembling, praying that this isn't whom they thought it would be.
Talon jumps up and outstretches to the robe and in a twirl of bright sunlight and a cloud of dust, a hooded figure with gleaming eyes stands in front of the Bladebreakers holding a fiery Beyblade.
"It- It-! It can't be!" gasped Tyson, falling down on the ground. The hooded figure menacing walks forward, advancing to Kai. He holds out his Beyblade one more time at the shocked overtopped expression of Kai and says, "Let it rip, Kai."
