Chapter 6: "Trouble in the Beystadium"
"Go, Dragoon!" We've all heard this before haven't we? But it's been, what, 20 years since Tyson said it. Now there's a new Guardian for Dragoon. Twilight Granger. "Come on, I know you can do it!" His blade quit spinning.
"What am I doing wrong?" He asked his father.
"Hey, don't worry about it. Having a Bit-Beast and controlling it takes a lot of practice. You'll get the hang of it. Come on, launch again!" He loaded his launcher with a spare blade.
"Hey, now I know why I can't beat you! It's because you're too gosh-darn powerful"
"Actually, I'm not even trying right now. I'm just letting the blade do what it wants." He walked over to the famous Beyblade trophy case that was in there training room. Inside, he saw 3 huge gold trophies with a figure of a blader and his blade on the top. Surrounding them were several smaller ones from smaller tournaments. The big ones had the years on them. The first one, the one on the left, was 2002, the one on the right, was 03-04, and the one in the middle, the biggest one, was 2005. That was the most important one to him, for that was the one he had gotten from his battle with Kai, the most famous battle of all time. "What?" Twilight had said something.
"I said, how did you get all those trophies"
This was kind of what Tyson had been waiting for. (Story time -) "Well, which one do you to know about first?" "Um…how about that one?" He pointed to the one on the left.
"Oh okay.well, that was the first one I ever one in a big championship. It was against Tala Valkov of the Blitzkrieg Boyz, then it was the Demolition Boyz. They were the Russian team. You may have met them, but I don't think so. I know the twins have. Next one"
"Let's see.the one on the right"
"Okay, that one I got against a boy named Zeo. We used to call him Oreo. Ha ha ha. He was on our team for a little bit, but he left because his father didn't like our team. Anyway, I went against him and his Bit-Beast, Cerberus, and it was hard, but I won. I haven't talked to Zeo that much since then so I don't what he's doing now." He turned back to his son. "You want to know about that last one"
"Yeah!" Twilight never got to hear this story before.
"Well, that one I won against"
"Tyson! A little help, please!" The door opened and a huge explosion seemed to erupt. Young Soren was having a temper tantrum, and Hilary was trying to calm him down. "Soren, I'm sorry you didn't get a blade, but when you're older, Daichi will give you his, okay"
"No! I want it now!" He threw himself back on the floor, and started being his fists on the floor. At this point, Tyson intervened.
"Soren, chill or be chilled." Tyson's tone was so serious that Soren's crying stopped instantly. "Now, if you don't be patient, you won't ever get a blade, so just calm down"
"Yes, Dad," was the reply.
"Anyway, what I was saying before Soren started screaming was that supper is ready"
"Okay," Tyson looked at the case one more time. "Oh. I guess I'll tell you the rest some later time…come on, while it's still warm." He left Twilight alone.
He wondered what his dad was about to say. Who had he won against? Would he ever be able to meet the bladers who faced Tyson? Actually, the question he should have asked himself was when he would meet them again. But he left the room before he could even think of another question.