Shitza: Yay, I'm back again! Yay, the computer works again! Yay, that evil black out is gone!

Tyson: What is she talking about?

Kenny: Electricity failing to reach her house as…

Max: She just had a power failure through the small neighbourhood she lives in, and as you can see she can't take those pretty well.

Kai: Not surprising.

Shitza: Oh Kai, behave! Or else I may reconsider pairing you up with Tyson or a dead rat.

Kai: (murmurs: I would rather take the dead rat then that thing)

Shitza: Could you do the disclaimer perhaps, and then I might change my mind.

Kai: Whatever. Shitza don't own either beyblade or us! Glad she is, that girls got some really strange ideas about us.

Tyson: Well, it's not the first time she tries to steal his face-paint after all.

Shitza: I just wanted to borrow it. (Sulks)

Bladebreakers: Sure!

Shitza

Ps: While I wrote this chapter I have used many facts about the old Vikings and their gods. Now I'm sorry I had to translate the gods into animals, gods or not it didn't fit into the story.

Pps: While I also wrote the keyboards became weird. It was all slow and sometimes wouldn't respond even I hit the same button fifty times. I you notice abnormal many spelling mistakes it's because of that. Only this message took about ten minutes to type, sigh.

Chapter 6 To Valhall

(Skandinavium, Gothenburg)

Kim, the strange girl, free on her own since a year and a half ago, once beyblade Champion, owner of the Bright Phoenix Ruyaka, and much, much more, sat on the roof of the stadium yawning. For her this tournament felt very boring and so far the Bladebreakers had won an easy match. She had been surprised that her brother had lost. She promised herself that once all her planned revenges would be done she would have to take him to harder lessons. After all, they were both sixteen by now.

She yawned once more, but knowing sitting on this roof wouldn't help her anyway she got back to her feet. She looked down to discover one rather large tree not to far away. Smiling she took her bow and an arrow, tied a very long string to the end of the arrow and fired. Thereby she took a silk napkin, which she threw over the string before gliding down gracefully. She landed on a branch and from there it was no problem getting down. All she really would have to do was to jump down from branch to branch. It was an old oak so its branches were thick as trunks of birches. She landed soundlessly on the ground and then hurried off. She was still in Sweden, she hadn't bothered following after. It would cost too much and when you were living on the streets you didn't have that much money.

Sighing she got back to the cottage she trained in, which was two hour of fast pace, thirty minutes by bus or twenty by car. She chose tough to run all the way. She had gotten a bit lazy lately and she needed to train more often.

The Bladebreakers sat in one of the training room eyeing what was happening on the other tournaments. As their match had ended all TV channels had switched of to record the match between Zeo's team and F Sangre, taking place in Iceland. Tyson had felt really happy to know Zeo had won both of his matches (as he had to play double.) Gordo had lost his, King and queen had won theirs.

Over in Sweden it was the Tigers versus Team Psychic. White Tigers had completely torn the team apart. Lee and his new attack Lion rage, which duplicated lee's attack power had sent Jim's blade into pieces, Cyber Draciel or not. Mariah had battled with Salima and practically done the same as with her brother. Kevin too had been successful, he had improved his old Crazy Monkey attack into Crazy monkey improvise, which had not duplicated his blade to look like five, but the whole pitch had looked as if it had been corrupted by blades. Poor Tim had tried to fight back, with no use. Gary had been the fourth Tiger to win, sending Goki's Cyber Dranzer out the dish, yet that had been because he had threatened to steal his lunch.

Poor Chiko had lost her match with Kane, yet Cyber dragoon had been a lot stronger then the original copy. But the Tigers had won four of five, which gave them a good start. When jazzman had declared them as winners Hilary hadn't been able to resist looking upon Ray. The intense feelings he had for Mariah had been deeply reflected in his eyes. Talk about love; was everyone in the team getting lovesick?

A truly intense match had been between the Dark Bladers and the Majestics. Indeed even Kia wondered when the smoke would cease after it all. The Majestics had pulled a victory of 3-2, which had been a close loss. Johnny. First up, had been against Luminex sending the werewolf like brother to the stinking place he came from. Next up had been Enrique, who had been close on winning, yet Kenotaph had pulled some really cheap tricks on him. His mummy bit beast had wrapped itself around Amphilyon so that he couldn't move, and as close bonds with Bit Beasts so Enrique had been unable to move.

Thereafter Anouk had lost her match with Sanquinex, which had placed the European team in a tight spot- Thankfully Oliver had gotten so enraged by this, seeing his own sister getting beaten so brutally, he had forced his French Revolution side forth and as a result he had won, shattering Zomb's blade. The last up was Robert, who had easily won and therefore ended the war for good.

But the shock had come as a full win from the Elementals and not against just anyone; they had been up against BEGA. The world-class team had been thrown of like pieces of rotten fabric. Venus had been smashed, Appollon had as soon as he had been launched, been thrown out. Poseidon had been drowned in his own water, Gigars had been shattered and Zeus was history. BEGA had never before suffered such a loss like this and the Elementals had left the bowl as cold soldiers marching after an evil looking man.

"Now that was unexpected," Ray had said as they had turned off the TV. Everyone had nodded, even Kai. The captain didn't say anything, but clutched Dranzer tighter in his hand.

"Suppose we should get ready then, after all, it's soon our time to fight." Tyson said. "Are you guys ready!"

Everyone nodded and rose from their seats. Hilary was first to the entrance back to the stadium, eager to get the game started. Kenny described the battling position, it was decided Max would go first against the Icelander Maard, then Ray would meet the Danish Olivia, afterwards it would be Tyson against the Finish Janika, after that it was Daichi who would be battling the Swedish Hilda and then Kai against Norway's hero Hans. The Bladebreakers only had one problem; the Vikings were battling on their own field. They knew everything already about the countries around.

Just then the bell rang calling them to the next match. Daichi jumped down of enthusiasm. Max gave the thumbs up to his friends, feeling confident. Ray smiled towards his friends; even he had to admit it was good to be a Bladebreaker. Tyson would have gone of cheering if Kenny and Hilary hadn't interrupted by clamping their hands over his mouth. Kai looked proudly at his team, when no one else noticed. Even if they weren't always a gang of grown ups he still gave them credit for what they had down in Russia for him, yet he wasn't going to show how much softer they had made him. Outside he was still the old Sourpuss.

The stadium cheered loud as ever as the Bladebreakers walked out onto the field. From all around the globe fans had flown in to see their heroes fight for victory. Tyson had to once more be taken down so that he too would be able to concentrate on the match.

As the Vikings walked out, dressed in tunics of thick wool and helmets (not with horns as some thinks, they weren't used for that). The Bladebreakers watched as the other team settled down on their bench and picked five ox-horns from a table. The horns were filled with mead and as they cheered and begged their gods to help Tyson got his picture of Vikings crushed. He had thought those horns were for decoration on the helmet. He looked questioning on Kenny, to see if the little professor had the answer.

"It was the Vikings old goblets, horns from various ox-related animals which were carved in. The mostly had other horns as decoration, antlers for example. Yet it was probably for the higher richer Vikings to wear, the helmets were rather plain. Yet they were brutal, plundered half of Europe until finally most were transferred to become Christian Catholics. Nowadays Scandinavians, or most Scandinavians are Christian Protestants."

"Protestants, what does they protest in?" Max asked as he picked up his launcher from his bag.

"There was an monk called Martin Luther who disliked the ways of the Pope. He was also the one to begin translations of the bible and such things. He disliked the ways of the Catholics and managed to get many in the northern parts of Europe to listen to him. The tradition still lives in the modern days of these countries."

Ray shook his head. "Sounds weird."

(Shitza: I think I have bored you all enough by now, better get on with the fights.)

The God of Thunder

"Welcome to the second match here in Norway. Now we have Max of the Bladebreakers against Maard of the Vikings. Please give them a warm welcome people!"

Max stepped up at the dish, his launcher in one hand and Draciel in the other. Maard stepped up. He was a tall man born in the Icelandic field. He had first met the Vikings two years ago and since then been a skilful battler in the game.

"THREE-TWO-ONE LET IT RIIIIP!"

Max launched Draciel, who landed in the middle of the dish. The dish was shaped as a field of grassy mountains. Maard smiled as he launched his white and yellow blade, Tor.

"Tor, arise!" Maard said. A black goat appeared. It looked fierce, red angry eyes flashing like a thunder and his horns were silver as the moon.

Max didn't hesitate to call upon Draciel. Indeed he wanted to win this, he had a planned date too soon enough. After this match he had agreed with the brown haired Black cat to have lunch together and he didn't want to ruin everything by being unhappy for loosing a match against a stuffed sheep.

"Draciel, Tsunami Wave!"

Now it was Maard who gasped as the giant wave completely swallowed his blade, but to the Scandinavian's relief Tor was still spinning.

"Thunder Hammer Strike!" he said commanding. His blade glowed red and then hit Draciel almost out from the bowl. Yet Max managed to stay, much thanks to his great defensive abilities.

Max wondered if there maybe could be another way around, then just attacking. His great strength was defence yet so far in the match he had been the attacker. In his mind he changed strategy and as he did so did Draciel. The crater Tor had made attacking still smoked and as the blade prepared for another attack, so did Draciel.

"Attack again!" Maard commanded. Draciel avoided the attack by heading to the right of the blade. Tor created an even bigger crater and people around held their breaths.

"Attack!"

This time neither max or Draciel backed, it didn't even move an inch as the attack hit the blade, which would normally send a normal blade flying at least ten feet away from the bowl. Yet Draciel wasn't a normal blade and Max wasn't a normal blader. They were Champions and so they would remain for a long time.

Max panted, he was breathing heavily and so was his opponent. But the match had to end soon. Summoning a strength few knew he could muster he called upon his masterpiece the Heavy Tsunami wave, which became too much for Icelander. Tor was washed out, but not just the blade, yet also the whole decoration in the bowl. Max sighed and then walked back to his friends.

Once he got back he slumped down at the bench and then lay down, resting his head in Tyson's lap.

"So, what do you say?" he asked mischievously.

Tyson smiled back at him. "Not to bad, yet you know you could easily have avoided that first attempt attacking that he did."

Max smiled and yawned before deciding to take a nap.

At the meantime Kenny turned to ray, who had been sitting all quiet, meditating before his match.

"I guess it's your turn now ray, I just want to tell you something about her Bit Beast Loke."

"Don't worry Chief, I'm listening." Ray said smiling.

The God of Evil

"Good, now then listen carefully. Olivia is no pushover even if she is a girl. This girl was one of the two who started the team three years ago. She owns the bit beast Loke, a Green Snake. Now according to a lot of mythology this god, as the old Vikings believed in, had a great potential of jokes and even dangerous things. For instance he made one blind god kill the fairest of them all, a god who was supposed to bring peace to them all. Be careful, I bet that girl can pull some really cheap tricks on you to win.

(Shitza: No evil meanings giving Loke to Denmark like this, please don't go and kill me because of it. I know the stories, no fuss if there is anyone from Denmark reading this.)

Ray walked over to the bowl, which once more had been changed into a large open field with small old farms. When Olivia saw it she smiled. She picked up a ghostly green blade from her pocket and giggled.

"Hope for you that you are as good as people have told me, or else you might as well send Driger back in a matchbox. My bit beast is the ruler of this field and I will win this battle."

"Heard the same over and over again, stop your phoney talk and let's get started with it. Even Robert tells better stories then this."

People couldn't help laughing; there was a rumour that during one of Robert's battles the Majestic had managed to win his battle by telling one of his long detailed stories of his huge noble family. Even his own team had laughed after his win saying no one could bear hearing the stories, since they were easily described as dull and extremely boring.

Olivia didn't take this lightly and as Jazzman counted down she put the blade on the launcher- Ray did the same, standing in a fighting position ready to begin the hunt, as any tiger would have done.

"THREE-TWO-ONE LET IT RIIIIIP!"

The two bladers launched their blades. Driger landed in the middle of the field while Olivia's blade Loke landed on top of one of the small buildings. Driger began chasing Loke yet the green and black blade avoided by leaping into the air.

"Loke arise! Thistle Arrow!"

Black thorny vines came from the glowing blade and completely trapped Driger into a venomous net of red thorns. Ray growled as his blade looked completely helpless. The vines continued flowing from the blade, soon creating a whole sea.

'Think ray, what would the Wise Elders have done in this situation'

Olivia laughed. "Do you know what killed one of the ancient gods, Thistle? Loke made an arrow of these things, these beautiful plants and made a blind god shoot it on Balder. Balder was meant to be completely immortal, yet the gods forgot to protect him from this little plant. So stupid of them, stupid indeed. And just as Balder died so will your blade fly.

Below in this jungle of plants green smoky light appeared and Ray could hear the sound of a blade being crumbled up. He wondered how he would be able to stop this.

"Ray!" he heard Tyson call from behind. He looked back at the navy haired teen who stood arms crossed right behind him.

"The vines, look carefully on them. There is something with them, something really strange indeed."

Ray looked and too right the other teen had been. The vines looked real, but like most things conjured up by bit beasts it was an illusion and a pretty good one too. Ray smiled and took this as his advantage.

"Come out Driger, show us your Lightning Claw attack!"

The White Tiger was summoned and it glowed green, bright green before heading off attacking in an incredible speed. Olivia screamed as her blade was tossed out from the bowl, which had been all cleaned from the illusion of thorns. In the bowl was now the calm field, as if nothing had happened to it.

Ray's blade too stopped spinning; he picked it up and eyes it suspiciously. Indeed it had been pretty beaten, but he had won. Smiling he walked back to his friends.

"Thanks for the help Tyson!" he said. "Good luck on Janika."

On the other side of the stadium a white haired girl yawned. She didn't look harmful as she silently took one sip from her horn-like goblet and she was also staring trying to comfort her partner. One time she looked up and eyed Tyson. To his and the other Bladebreaker's surprise she smiled nicely and gave them the thumbs up.

The Messenger

"Any info about her?" Kai asked standing beside Kenny.

"Sorry, she has never battled before in any match, she has always been substitute for the others. Nothing so far."

"Still searching Chief." Dizzy said. "No luck so far."

Tyson was doing sit ups and jogging on the spot. His whole team could see how much he was looking forward to go out there and fight.

Max had disappeared, much to everyone's dislike, but though it would be fun to tease him later. Hilary had been really exited about it and asked him to tell her all details; something Max had told Tyson that girl could forget. Yet by knowing Hilary, the girl would find out no matter what.

Tyson sighed; he had finally admitted to himself he really did like Hilary, as a friend. Even if she could be so annoying, feminine, squeaky and much more he liked her. When he could talk with her, without creating one of those major rows she was always nice to him. Almost like a sister but still not.

Confused he walked up to the bowl, which once more had been switched. Now it resembled what looked like thousand of lakes and rivers, all in one. Here and there trees grew, but much else it was more water then land.

The white haired Janika walked up. She was wearing a brown rabbit west over her tunic, which seemed pointless, as the stadium was already warm enough. But somehow she didn't seem to mind; she was cool enough as it was. Tyson couldn't help wondering though how she managed to stay cool. It was for him a mystery.

"Bladers get ready!" Jazzman called out. "THREE- TWO-ONE LET IT RIIIIP!"

Dragoon landed in the dish, closely followed by the opponent. Janika' bad was deep pink with a blue attack ring. Dragoon started the chase in the seeming impossible dish.

"Dragoon attack!" Tyson said. The white blade charged towards the opponent, but then Janika's blade disappeared, or so it looked.

"Ratata attack!" Janika demanded. A grey squirrel appeared. It was nimble and had an incredible speed. Tyson had a hard tie o see where it went.

"You must be good to defeat this Squirrel. In the tree f the worlds we live in Ratata was the messenger between the gods and the hell by the roots. He is so speedy it's impossible to catch him."

Soon I was no longer Dragoon chasing its opponent. It was instead a blur chasing the Champions blade. Yet something making Tyson slightly relieved was that even if the Squirrel was incredible speedy, it didn't possess any good attacks. It did attack, but it only made small damages upon the attack ring. Tyson smiled confident. Now that he had seen his opponent attack it would be no trouble at all winning this.

Tyson laughed silently inside as he watched the Finish girl efforts. He wondered what it would feel like to finish her of by now.

"Dragoon! Hurricane disaster!" he demanded. His blade responded as the huge tornado rose and Janika's blade was thrown out.

Dragoon flew back to his hand. That had been an easy match.

"What do you guys say of a whole run in this?" Tyson asked as he got back.

"Shouldn't be too hard." Daichi agreed as he was next to battle, against the Swedish Hilda.

"This is becoming a waste of time." Kai murmured.

The Goddess of Love

Daichi stepped up beside the dish, which was shaped to look like the forest and fields. Back by the bench Tyson sighed when he saw it. They clearly hadn't made much about the dishes. Daichi didn't mind though, he had been raised in the wilderness and was exited to use the forest as his experience. Hs eyes glittered as he surveyed the dish. It brought memories back, memories when he had been little, when he had had his family to live with.

Silently a tear trickled down his cheek, yet he wiped it away. He didn't wan to cry this openly, but truth to be told he felt so alone. He hoped though that this wouldn't affect his game.

Trying to build up his confidence, knowing how disappointed his sister would be if he lost, he stepped up to the dish to wait for the blond haired Swedish girl. Hilda was well built like a farmer.

"Look upon the glory of the world." She said once she had arrived by the dish, holding up a white blade. In the bit chip was an image of a brown cat. "Look closely, because Freja will tear your blade into pieces."

"Now what is her story then?" Daichi asked.

"I'll tell you." She said smiling. Freja is the goddess of fertility. She has the power over growing, just like her brother Frej, the god over fertility. She is also he goddess of love, which is the most powerful weapon in the world."

Daichi yawned. "Why be impressed?" he said.

Hilda sweat dropped. That little trick usually worked against her opponents, but not this time. Instead her opponent had yawned, bored by her story.

Angrily she loaded her launcher and so did Daichi. Sparks flew between their eyes as Jazzman counted down. In the exact time their blades flew down into the dish.

"Strata Dragoon, attack with Crush Hole!" Daichi said. The yellow blade leapt into the air and then landed creating a huge hole. Freja flew into the air, but the blade didn't fly out. Hilda sighed relieved, Daichi just smiled.

"Is that all?" he asked.

But then, as he had spoken the other blade's bit chip glowed and the brown cat appeared. Daichi had to admit he was impressed since that cat held a lot of strength.

"Freja!" the blonde girl said. "Don't give up, attack with Ancient Claw!"

The white blade glowed before speeding up and ramming into Daichi's yellow. Daichi stared at the game, unsure from where all that power had come from.

Hilda smiled, she was winning, and she knew she was gaining on him. Daichi sweated and called forth another one of his Crush Holes. Right ion time since he managed to create some distance between them.

Hilda hissed angrily, not liking it. She was about to attack when Daichi said…

"I haven't gone this far for nothing, your bit beast is strong, but like most bit beasts it too has a weakness."

Hilda stared at him, fear glowing in her eyes.

"Strata Dragoon! Rising Quake!"

The whole dish began shaking, first like a small quake, which grew steadily, wilder and wilder. Somehow Daichi's blade seemed unaffected by all the sudden movements, but it was clear Freja had problems. Seconds later the blade shattered, unable to continue.

Daichi made a victory sign for the spectators before walking back to his friends.

"All right!" Tyson cheered. "Only Kai's win and then we are off for the second part of this tour."

"Not to bad, quite impressive." Kai admitted.

Daichi sighed and sat down, all that battling had surely made him hungry. Which everyone heard as soon as his stomach began rumbling.

Everyone laughed, except for Kai who simply smiled. Hilary went off for a minute and then appeared with a small tray of sandwiches. Daichi beamed and managed to eat five before Kai got up to his battle.

"Good Luck Kai!" ray called as their captain left.

"Yeah, make this a full score for the Bladebreakers!" Tyson said.

Daichi didn't say anything, he just kept on eating.

(Shitza: This is getting way long, yet don't worry. I'm not finished yet.)

The God of Wisdom

Kai waited patiently for Hans to arrive, which took a while. The Norwegian and Home favourite took a lot of time to thank his fans and his home country. Kai just wondered when they would be able to continue so he and his team could fly back to Sweden. Kai usually wasn't impatient, yet he hated stuck up things like this.

Hans thankfully walked to the dish within an hour. Kai stood calmly, arms crossed over his chest. He had his eyes closed, just listening to Dranzer's soothing melodies in his head. Ever since he had inherited Dranzer from his father's side of the family, the phoenix had spent hours for his drilling ancient melodies in his heart. It was something that made him feel calmer and more self-conscious in things he did. For instance beyblading.

"Finished yet?" Kai asked as Hans got up on his position, still winking to all of his fans.

"With a Bit beast like mine I have no reason of fearing you. Odin is the strongest of the gods; he sacrificed one of his eyes in order to drink from a well that gave him the ultimate wisdom. He is the Lord over all Gods, the strongest among them."

Kai sighed; he was starting to get really fed up with all this bragging. Instead he took out his launcher and his blue beyblade containing Dranzer.

The dish in front of him had been created into an exact copy of the stadium, which felt ironic and a bit weird.

Jazzman counted down, the two blades flew down into the dish. Hans' blade was black with red stripes as if a bird had ripped it. These of course couldn't be seen as the blade kept spinning, but it gave it an evil look.

Dranzer attacked and pushed the blade towards the brim. Kai wanted to end this quickly.

"Dranzer! Raging Blaze!" Kai commanded. The blue blade became engulfed in flames and sped towards its opponent.

Odin evaded and attacked from behind, almost knocking Dranzer out. Kai growled, this Norwegian was better then he had been given credit for.

"Odin! Wisdom of Doom!" Hans called. His blade glowed and a magnificent black crow appeared. It had only one eye, and the eye it had glowed deep red.

"Aren't you impressed by my great powers?" Hans asked.

Kai sighed. "Why should I, it's only one stinking bird.

He turned his attention back to Dranzer; the blade had managed to escape the attack, which had burnt holes into the bowl.

"I've seen amateurs do the same. Dranzer attack again! Raging Blaze!"

The crow bit beast was forced back and Dranzer sent the blade flying. The spectators cheered madly and Kai walked back to his friends. On the way Dranzer once more filled his heart with music.

The day continued, in the changing room the Bladebreakers (minus Max who still hadn't returned from his date). They were watching as the remaining four teams were chosen for the second stage of the tour. In block A White Tigers had one, completely smashing Barthez Bathalion after a spectacular win. Yet Miguel and his team didn't seem disappointed that they had lost, instead they had been honoured enough when their invitation had arrived they didn't really mind loosing as long as it was them who lost and not Barthez himself.

Block C was an over runner as The Elementals completely demolished their opponents. Tyson and the others couldn't believe how easily they won over the Demolition Boys. It was impossible, but they all to admit that this mysterious team had a great potential. They dreaded meeting them, still they wanted to.

In Iceland Zeo and his team pulled up a spectacular win, surprising everyone. Tyson couldn't help smiling as Zeo and his team won over the saint shields, who didn't look happy over loosing, after all they had hoped to beat them ever since their last World Tour.

The last block, block E became one good win from the Majestics. Clearly disappointed from their last loss right before the World Tour, Robert had urged his team to train a lot harder and it had given result. The Majestics had pulled a narrow win over the Dark Bladers and the All Starz.

The Bladebreakers really were looking forward for the tour to continue, and as the eve came the members were flown back to Gothenburg for the rest of the tour to start.

To Reviewers:

Blazoner: Thank you, I don't really think it's boring that people says great chapter over and over again, yet it's more difficult to write something back. But I hope you liked this chapter, and not to worry, actually I have three planned sequels after this, so it doesn't really matter how few review I get, I will continue writing.

lashing cries: Maybe I can't update so often, yet I hope you liked this chapter. After all it was quite a long chapter.

End Notes:

Shitza: Ah, finally finished!

Ray: How long was it?

Max: I think she mentioned something about twelve pages.

Ray: 0.0

Shitza: My record is fifteen Ray.

Kai: So, what's next?

Shitza: Next chapter will contain about the guys' pasts and the details upon Max's date.

Max: What!

Tyson: Max and Tenesee sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

Shitza: Now, who in the world removed the mousetrap?

Ray: Not me!

Max: Don't look at me!

Kai: Why should I!"

Hilary: (Looks innocent)