Chapter 7

Today is a good day. Today is the day that Buster gets to try out his new blade, Draciel S. Right now, he is doing his stretches for swimming practice.

"I can't wait, Dad!" Buster said excitedly, attempting to put that tight cap thing on is head. "I'm going to be the best guardian Draciel has ever known! Ow! Well, first I have to get this practice done, then we can do the blading session, right?" He looked at his dad.

"Yep. I might even battle you to see how good you are. Hurry up, let's go!" Max dived into the water.

"Hey, wait up!" Buster proceeded him.

As he went under, he saw his father swim to the bottom and pick up a red plastic ring. He surfaced, and so did Buster.

"Okay, first, we're going to try some searching exercises. I'll throw the ring out there, and I want you to find it, and when you do, hold it up so I know you have it. I'll be timing you on your speed. Are you ready?" Buster nodded. "All right, go!" Max threw the ring as hard as he good out to deep end of the pool, and started the watch. Buster took a deep breath, and launched himself from the edge of the pool. He sped across the water, and when he reached the place where the ring had landed, he dived, went to the bottom, retrieved the ring, and sped back up to the surface. Has the he did, he held up the ring.

"56 seconds! See if you can get it down to 45, okay, Buster?"

Buster brought the ring back to Max. "Yeah, I'll try. But that's like the fastest I have ever swam in this kind of exercise. Right?" He looked hopefully at his dad.

"Yes, it is. Very good. One more time, and then I want you to meet me in the Beyblading room, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"All right, take off." He started the watch again and threw the ring. And again Buster launched and swam and retrieved the ring from the bottom and held it up.

"Good job! 46 seconds! We'll try again tomorrow. Do what I said now." He got out, grabbed a towel, but then turned back to his son.

"Oh, Buster, you might want to find your trunks before you get out." He left.

Buster looked down and saw that his trunks were missing. He looked out to the other end of the pool and saw them floating innocently on top of the water. "Great, I knew I should've gotten a smaller size." When he had gotten his trunks back on, he too grabbed a towel and left.

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Later, Buster and his dad met in the Beyblading room that was down the hall from the pool. Already his dad was there warming up. As he too launched his blade to get ready, a purple blade came out of nowhere and slammed his green one out of the stadium, making it land at Mariam's feet, for she was the one who had sent Sharkrash into the stadium.

"You have a lot of work to do, Buster." She picked up his blade and handed it to him. "You need to be prepared from the very start, even when you're just warming up. Sharkrash." She held out her hand, and her blade flew into to it.

"Wow, Mom! That was so cool! But you knew I wasn't ready yet." He looked sadly down at his blade. "Will I ever be as good as you and Dad?"

"Actually, I think you will." Max had not spoken since Mariam had come in, but now that he had his tone was one of complete confidence. "You know what, Mariam? I thought you said you were rusty when it came to blading? Said you were, what was the word? Not used to it anymore." He winked at her.

"Well, ever since Buster got Draciel, I was thinking of training him too, so I was practicing when you were either not looking or not paying attention. Are you ready to go again, Buster?" She loaded her launcher and put her ripcord through it.

"Yeah, Mom, I am." He did the same.

Max did the countdown. "3..2..1...Let it rip!" music from Beyblade plays

"Come on, Buster, give me your best shot," Mariam said.

"All right, you wanted it, you got it. Go Draciel!" Draciel started to go around in circles, and all of a sudden, water started to come from the beyblade, but just as suddenly as it had appeared, it went away, and again Draciel stopped spinning, balancing on its tip for a split second, and then tipped over on its side.

"Aw...It always does that! Why!" Buster looked at his blade angrily.

"Because, you're making it use power it doesn't have. You should quit doing that." Max looked at his son quizzically. "You know Draciel S is only a beginning blade, so treat him like it for now. Don't call on great power until you have mastered the basics. Here, I'll show you. Go, Draciel MS!" Now, another version of Draciel came out, its blade green mixed in with the silver of metal.

"Now you see, when I first got this blade, I had to start all over, right from the beginning. I had to go back to the time when I didn't have a Bit-Beast, and then I had to work my way up. You have to do the same thing. Forget everything you did with your old blade. You must learn it all again with this new blade. Watch. Draciel, show him a basic move we've learned." Draciel then went to one edge of the beystadium, slowly stopped, and then went in the opposite direction. When he got back to the other side, he stopped and kept spinning.

"Now I want you to try it, Buster."

"All right, go Draciel!" He launched his blade again, and when he did, Draciel went right to the middle, and when Buster thought he was going to stop spinning again, he started to slowly move to one edge, stopped, and went back in the opposite direction, just as the more updated Draciel had done. "Wow...I actually did it! Yes!" Buster jumped in the air, but as he did, Draciel ran up the edge of the beystadium, flying right at Buster's head. "Whoa!" Instinctively, Buster put up his hand and caught the blade.

"There you go! You're off to a good start." Mariam smiled at her son. "If you try hard enough, you may even be as good as your dad." She looked at her husband proudly.

"You never know, Mariam. He may even be world champion!" He patted Buster's head.

"World champion?...Wow...you actually think so?"

"Yep, Buster! I think you'll be the best!"

"Thanks, you guys!"

"I think that's enough training for today." Mariam and Max put their blades away. "Time to go eat supper."

"What are we having?" Buster's mouth watered at the thought of his mother's great cooking.

"Um...how about piggies-in-a-blanket? (Sorry you guys, I love those things! Just mail me if you don't know what they are, contact info is at the bottom of the chapter) Does that sound good?"

"Yeah, but I want it with those smoked sausages we got from Kaia and Dakota's house!"

"Okay, just calm down." And so they left the training room, and into the kitchen, where they had a great meal of smoked sausage piggies-in-a-blanked. After that, Buster went off to bed.

"You really think that Buster could be world champion?" Mariam asked Max.

"Yeah. Well, he's got just as a good of a chance as the rest of them. I don't know how good the other kids are, but hopefully Twilight won't be as good as his father, not to say that I dislike him, but to say that Tyson won too much."

"Did he really?" Mariam had not been to the last tournament that Tyson had been in.

"Yeah, he won 3 championships," he held up 3 fingers. "Maybe that won't happen again. But you never know about the future."

"Have you told him about the tournament yet?"

"Nope, I'm going to leave it a surprise. Come on, I'm tired. Let's go to bed now." And so they left to their room.

Author's Note: This would be the end of the chapter. If you want to mail me about the pigs-in-a-blanket, my e-mail is and my IM is Beygirl13. Thanx for reading this chapter! I don't know what the next one will be, but I will updater later! Squirrel