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Chapter 3: Training Time

"Tyson, can you teach me how to blade now?" Hilary asked. "I want to be good at beyblading as soon as possible."

"But... it's only," Tyson looked at his digital clock before continuing, "seven. I need to sleep as much as I can."

"Please..." Hilary pleaded, hope was evident in her eyes.

Tyson's heart did a skip. He was surprised at the sincerity of her friend asking for his help.

"Alright," Tyson agreed. He quickly changed into his usual attire: yellow shirt, blue jeans, red jacket, and finally, his inseparable red cap. When he headed out of his room, he was unexpected greeted roughly by Hilary's hands grabbing his arms.

"Let's go! The sooner the better," Hilary said, but Tyson did not hear her words. He was too busy contemplating on the softness of a girl's

On the way towards the training grounds, Hilary and Tyson were already arguing.

"Tyson, you better teach me well. Don't hold back just because you don't want me to be better than you one day."

"I already told you I will. Why can't you even trust me? You should be filled with honor that the beyblade's world champion will be teaching you."

"You're so conceited, Tyson." Before he could defend himself, four figures entered the grounds.

"Hi, guys!" Hilary greeted. "Ready to see me defeat Tyson?"

"Who's the conceited one, now?" Tyson mumbled under his breath.

"You'll be need this," Kenny said, extending his arm to show a pink launcher.

"Oh yeah! Forgot about. Thanks, Chief."

Tyson rubbed the back of his neck. He wondered why he was the only one who got into arguments with Hilary. "Okay, teaching starts now." He waited for Hilary's hazel brown eyes to be own him before continuing, "The first thing to do is launching the blade. Let it rip!"

Hilary quickly launched her own beyblade. "Let it rip!"

Tyson watched with pride when her beyblade landed within the arena. "The real battle starts now. Go, Dragoon!"

Hilary watched anxiously as Dragoon started spinning faster and coming closer to Dragal with amazing speed. "G-go, Dragal!"

"Wow, this is amazing," Kenny whispered, watching Dragal attacked Dragoon with a speed that matched Dragoon's.

Tyson was surprised that Dragoon was having a hard time knocking the opposing blade out of the arena. "Dragoon, go! Push back!"

"Don't let him, Dragal!" Hilary yelled, watching satisfyingly that Dragal could keep up.

"Dragoon, go!" Tyson yelled. This was one of the most intense battles he have ever faced before.

"Dragal, go!" Hilary yelled. Gradually, Dragoon and Dragal stopped spinning.

"Impossible," Tyson whispered.

"A tie! Wow. I am...good," Hilary said, taking her Dragal into her hands. She looked adoringly at her pink beyblade before enunciating slowly, "My Dragal."

Tyson smiled at the scene before him and thought, "She can just be so cute...Wait, did I just call Hilary Tatibana cute?" He snapped out of his thoughts and placed a hand on his opponent's shoulder. "It was a great match."

Hilary smiled. "Yes, it was...Wait. You're the 'beyblade's world champion.' How could this match end with a tie? Tyson Granger, did you let this end with a tie on purpose?"

"Funny," Tyson said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You just can't trust me."

"Well, how do you explain the match just now?"

Kenny decided it was time to step in. "Tyson is right, Hilary. Your beyblade just displayed a huge amount of power and speed in the match. Just look at this data!" He turned around his laptop to show the Bladebreakers and Hilary the data he collected.

Everyone watched in amazement except for Kai who eyed the data suspiciously.