Wild Card
-Pyroteknix-
Fast track: The Bladebreakers and the rest of the major teams have finally qualified for the Type 1 Competitions and are all set for another season of beyblade matches against older and more experienced teams from across the world. These teams take it as insult to their pride though and set out to thrash the newbies into oblivion. An added conflict is the fact that Voltaire seems to have gotten out of jail and is planning something from behind the scenes.
Chapter summary: The Bladebreakers are preparing for their first official battle with the White Tigers since the last World Tournament and Ray, unsurprisingly, is stressed out. Kai drops him from the battle roster and aggravates the team's situation. Tyson's confidence level drops after being seriously whipped by an unknown beyblader.
Legend:
//... // -Bitbeast speech
"... "- Speech
::... ::- Thoughts
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"We won't stand a chance against the Type 1 teams if you play like that." Kai shouted to his teammate as his dark blue beyblade sparred with Ray's white one, sending sparks into the sky. Ray gritted his teeth and Driger slammed into Dranzer in response. "How's this then? Tiger Claw attack!" He commanded and Ray's white tiger bitbeast, Driger materialized from his beyblade's bit chip and charged at Kai's. "I don't think that has the slightest hope against my attack. Dranzer, Fire Arrow now!" Kai retorted. The two beyblades rammed each other at full force, momentarily stunning their masters. "Training resumes tomorrow at 9:00." Kai said calmly as his beyblade zipped back into his gloved hand. Ray shrugged and sighed before picking up his smoking Driger beyblade from the arena. He pocketed it and headed for the exit. Kai shook his head and proceeded to cold steel chair that lay in the corner of the training room and sat down. He closed his eyes meditatively and began formulating battle strategies.
//Driger wasn't playing at full potential today//
Dranzer said from nowhere, interrupting his thoughts. The bitbeast's words, although understood, seemed to stream into Kai's head like water; a sensation that wasn't particularly enjoyable or refreshing. ::Warn me before you do that:: Kai replied calmly, opening his eyes once more to stare lazily around the room. //Ray is too stressed about our first match against the White Tigers. He pushed Driger to the tiger's limits// Dranzer continued and Kai's mouth twisted into a thin frown. //You know you can't separate the two, master. I advise you to return him to the battle roster and have him beyblade against Mar-// ::Shut up, feather brain. Ray will only be distracted. I'll do the planning and you do the fighting, understood?::
//Yes//
"Augh... No more pancakes for me... " Tyson groaned as he pushed open the door of the Bladebreaker's apartment and wobbled outside. "Maybe a walk will do me some good... " He added to himself, rubbing his abdomen and continuing down the stairs of the building. He proceeded slowly until he happened to pass by the extremely happy-looking American teammate of his, Max. "Hi, Tyson! Guess what? I bought more cheap expired pancake mix from the grocery store! Wanna try?" The blonde remarked and Tyson's stomach gave a lurch before he sprinted down the stairs. "NO... MORE... PANCAAAAKES!!!" Tyson yelled before vomiting on a bush adjacent to the sidewalk he was standing on.
"This is the almighty Tyson? He nearly puked on us! I can't believe the council allowed him to join our level!"
"Quiet, Chang. He must have some ability to have won the World Tournament."
"I highly doubt that."
"Either way, he does have a bitbeast. That alone makes him worth even just a bit of our time."
"You are only observing him because he happens to be teammates with that arrogant pupil of yours, Pietro!"
"And I suppose having your brother on that boy's team did not affect your decision in following me here to Japan? I remember quite clearly you having plans to enter an exhibition tournament before this."
"... "
"Now you get the picture. Battle him. Make sure he knows how powerful your Galsed is."
"Fine."
Tyson sighed in relief and stretched his arms out before yawning. "I should do that more often... " He commented indolently and returned to walking down the sidewalk with his hands supporting the weight of his hollow head. "Tyson Kinomiya- The World Champion." A Chinese-sounding voice interrupted his self-concerned and carefree thoughts, causing him to pause in mid-step. "Yeah, that's me!" Tyson replied cockily and spun around to face the man who had just called out his name. Tyson was slightly surprised with what he saw. A tall guy with messy jet-black hair that ended in a neat braid behind his head stared condescendingly down at him, bare arms folded across a neat sleeveless white shirt with red and gold highlights down the edges. The guy's pants looked almost exactly like Ray's, with the exception of the fact that they were a bright red instead of blue. ::He looks kinda familiar:: Tyson thought as the Chinese man, who was probably in his late teens or something, whipped out a bright red and gold staff from behind his back and pointed it at Tyson's face. Tyson took a few steps back and smiled sheepishly. "Er, hey man, if I owe you any cash you can just charge it to Kai Hiwatari. That's H-I-W-A-" "This has nothing to do with financial debt." The man interrupted him coldly, retaining the superior look on his face. "My name is Chang and I challenge you to an unofficial beyblade match." Tyson raised an eyebrow then laughed. He removed his beyblade from his pocket and attached to his launcher. The man quietly brought his crimson staff up to a fighting stance and Tyson now had a clear view of the scarlet and gold beyblade attached to its underside. "No hard feelings if I beat you, all right?" Tyson asked arrogantly; a grin plastered on his face.
"None at all."
::Hell, this guy is good! How can his beyblade move so fast?:: Tyson thought, sweat dripping down his cheeks as he watched Chang's beyblade zip past Dragoon's strike then return for a swift counterattack. Dragoon wobbled feebly before turning around in a wide arc to once again try to attack the lightning fast beyblade to no avail. Chang's blade evaded and retaliated his move in the span of a second and then suddenly moved into the offensive. "Your skills are unimpressive." Chang remarked idly as the Chinese boy continued watching the slaughter of Tyson's beyblade. "Yeah well, I've still got an ace up my sleeve!" Tyson snapped back as Dragoon slipped away from the red and gold beyblade's incessant attacking and started to glow with an ethereal blue light. "Dragoon! Phantom Hurricane!" Tyson commanded and Chang yawned in reply as his crimson beyblade soared into the sky. "How immature. You placed me in position for my own attack!" Chang commented, his golden eyes lighting up with a deranged fury. "Galsed, tear down the weakling dragon! Stratosphere Slash!" He ordered and Tyson could only watch in awe. A huge golden cheetah bitbeast flew out of the bit chip on Chang's beyblade and snarled angrily before swooping down on the surprised Dragoon. The red and gold beyblade swooped down like a brilliant flash of lightning, knocking Tyson's cracked white beyblade into the air.
Tyson's jaw hung open as his damaged blade came crashing down onto the sidewalk. "Consider this a preview of your battles to come in the Type 1 league." Chang said, holding his victorious beyblade and walking away from the defeated champion. Tyson scooped up the splintered Dragoon beyblade and stared at it with shocked eyes. "I can't believe I lost again... " He mumbled as Chang stopped a few meters away from him, turning his head to look back at the flabbergasted beyblader.
"Pathetic."
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Pyro: Yes! You don't know how good it is to write again after three long months... I'm not even so sure if it was only three months... Either way, I finally get to write about what I've been planning for so long! Bwahahaha! *drops head on keyboard and starts rubbing against it* I missed my keyboard...
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-Pyroteknix-
Fast track: The Bladebreakers and the rest of the major teams have finally qualified for the Type 1 Competitions and are all set for another season of beyblade matches against older and more experienced teams from across the world. These teams take it as insult to their pride though and set out to thrash the newbies into oblivion. An added conflict is the fact that Voltaire seems to have gotten out of jail and is planning something from behind the scenes.
Chapter summary: The Bladebreakers are preparing for their first official battle with the White Tigers since the last World Tournament and Ray, unsurprisingly, is stressed out. Kai drops him from the battle roster and aggravates the team's situation. Tyson's confidence level drops after being seriously whipped by an unknown beyblader.
Legend:
//... // -Bitbeast speech
"... "- Speech
::... ::- Thoughts
101010111011010110010101101010101101010101010
"We won't stand a chance against the Type 1 teams if you play like that." Kai shouted to his teammate as his dark blue beyblade sparred with Ray's white one, sending sparks into the sky. Ray gritted his teeth and Driger slammed into Dranzer in response. "How's this then? Tiger Claw attack!" He commanded and Ray's white tiger bitbeast, Driger materialized from his beyblade's bit chip and charged at Kai's. "I don't think that has the slightest hope against my attack. Dranzer, Fire Arrow now!" Kai retorted. The two beyblades rammed each other at full force, momentarily stunning their masters. "Training resumes tomorrow at 9:00." Kai said calmly as his beyblade zipped back into his gloved hand. Ray shrugged and sighed before picking up his smoking Driger beyblade from the arena. He pocketed it and headed for the exit. Kai shook his head and proceeded to cold steel chair that lay in the corner of the training room and sat down. He closed his eyes meditatively and began formulating battle strategies.
//Driger wasn't playing at full potential today//
Dranzer said from nowhere, interrupting his thoughts. The bitbeast's words, although understood, seemed to stream into Kai's head like water; a sensation that wasn't particularly enjoyable or refreshing. ::Warn me before you do that:: Kai replied calmly, opening his eyes once more to stare lazily around the room. //Ray is too stressed about our first match against the White Tigers. He pushed Driger to the tiger's limits// Dranzer continued and Kai's mouth twisted into a thin frown. //You know you can't separate the two, master. I advise you to return him to the battle roster and have him beyblade against Mar-// ::Shut up, feather brain. Ray will only be distracted. I'll do the planning and you do the fighting, understood?::
//Yes//
"Augh... No more pancakes for me... " Tyson groaned as he pushed open the door of the Bladebreaker's apartment and wobbled outside. "Maybe a walk will do me some good... " He added to himself, rubbing his abdomen and continuing down the stairs of the building. He proceeded slowly until he happened to pass by the extremely happy-looking American teammate of his, Max. "Hi, Tyson! Guess what? I bought more cheap expired pancake mix from the grocery store! Wanna try?" The blonde remarked and Tyson's stomach gave a lurch before he sprinted down the stairs. "NO... MORE... PANCAAAAKES!!!" Tyson yelled before vomiting on a bush adjacent to the sidewalk he was standing on.
"This is the almighty Tyson? He nearly puked on us! I can't believe the council allowed him to join our level!"
"Quiet, Chang. He must have some ability to have won the World Tournament."
"I highly doubt that."
"Either way, he does have a bitbeast. That alone makes him worth even just a bit of our time."
"You are only observing him because he happens to be teammates with that arrogant pupil of yours, Pietro!"
"And I suppose having your brother on that boy's team did not affect your decision in following me here to Japan? I remember quite clearly you having plans to enter an exhibition tournament before this."
"... "
"Now you get the picture. Battle him. Make sure he knows how powerful your Galsed is."
"Fine."
Tyson sighed in relief and stretched his arms out before yawning. "I should do that more often... " He commented indolently and returned to walking down the sidewalk with his hands supporting the weight of his hollow head. "Tyson Kinomiya- The World Champion." A Chinese-sounding voice interrupted his self-concerned and carefree thoughts, causing him to pause in mid-step. "Yeah, that's me!" Tyson replied cockily and spun around to face the man who had just called out his name. Tyson was slightly surprised with what he saw. A tall guy with messy jet-black hair that ended in a neat braid behind his head stared condescendingly down at him, bare arms folded across a neat sleeveless white shirt with red and gold highlights down the edges. The guy's pants looked almost exactly like Ray's, with the exception of the fact that they were a bright red instead of blue. ::He looks kinda familiar:: Tyson thought as the Chinese man, who was probably in his late teens or something, whipped out a bright red and gold staff from behind his back and pointed it at Tyson's face. Tyson took a few steps back and smiled sheepishly. "Er, hey man, if I owe you any cash you can just charge it to Kai Hiwatari. That's H-I-W-A-" "This has nothing to do with financial debt." The man interrupted him coldly, retaining the superior look on his face. "My name is Chang and I challenge you to an unofficial beyblade match." Tyson raised an eyebrow then laughed. He removed his beyblade from his pocket and attached to his launcher. The man quietly brought his crimson staff up to a fighting stance and Tyson now had a clear view of the scarlet and gold beyblade attached to its underside. "No hard feelings if I beat you, all right?" Tyson asked arrogantly; a grin plastered on his face.
"None at all."
::Hell, this guy is good! How can his beyblade move so fast?:: Tyson thought, sweat dripping down his cheeks as he watched Chang's beyblade zip past Dragoon's strike then return for a swift counterattack. Dragoon wobbled feebly before turning around in a wide arc to once again try to attack the lightning fast beyblade to no avail. Chang's blade evaded and retaliated his move in the span of a second and then suddenly moved into the offensive. "Your skills are unimpressive." Chang remarked idly as the Chinese boy continued watching the slaughter of Tyson's beyblade. "Yeah well, I've still got an ace up my sleeve!" Tyson snapped back as Dragoon slipped away from the red and gold beyblade's incessant attacking and started to glow with an ethereal blue light. "Dragoon! Phantom Hurricane!" Tyson commanded and Chang yawned in reply as his crimson beyblade soared into the sky. "How immature. You placed me in position for my own attack!" Chang commented, his golden eyes lighting up with a deranged fury. "Galsed, tear down the weakling dragon! Stratosphere Slash!" He ordered and Tyson could only watch in awe. A huge golden cheetah bitbeast flew out of the bit chip on Chang's beyblade and snarled angrily before swooping down on the surprised Dragoon. The red and gold beyblade swooped down like a brilliant flash of lightning, knocking Tyson's cracked white beyblade into the air.
Tyson's jaw hung open as his damaged blade came crashing down onto the sidewalk. "Consider this a preview of your battles to come in the Type 1 league." Chang said, holding his victorious beyblade and walking away from the defeated champion. Tyson scooped up the splintered Dragoon beyblade and stared at it with shocked eyes. "I can't believe I lost again... " He mumbled as Chang stopped a few meters away from him, turning his head to look back at the flabbergasted beyblader.
"Pathetic."
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Pyro: Yes! You don't know how good it is to write again after three long months... I'm not even so sure if it was only three months... Either way, I finally get to write about what I've been planning for so long! Bwahahaha! *drops head on keyboard and starts rubbing against it* I missed my keyboard...
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