POV Kai
The Beyblade tournament has begun, many blader are huddled in the locker room behind the scenes for the final touches, while the less talented or sports fans sit comfortably on the arena stands. I can hear the feet beating and the choruses of encouragement from here. Useless practice in my opinion, but instill what does it matter? Most likely I will not see 90% of the boys here present on my journey. The lights of the ceiling lights highlight the blue color of my blade, I look at it for a while. No scratches, even if there had been, I would have mobilized as soon as possible to make up for it. Only a few mach's left before someone from the staff comes to call me, I'm sitting on a wooden bench waiting for him. It is not too long before a young man in his twenties looks out from the door to inform me that I must prepare to enter the arena. I answer with a nod of the head. The corridors are full of contrasting faces, those with such huge smiles that they reach the earlobe, to those who seem to have lived through a war and come out completely crushed. Step further and head towards the arena, crossing the threshold I hear a roar of applause as the speaker announces my entry into the field. Let's begin.
POV Takao
- What did I tell you? There was nothing to worry about! The meetings went great and Dragoon did not report any dents, thank you very much Professor! - cheer him with joy towards Max and Kenny, both a not too convinced pout and four open arms waiting for a hug. I run towards them so strong that they bring everyone to the ground. But what does it matter? I'm in the final!
-Anyway, when will your Max meet? -
- Between two games. From what I've heard the opponents are getting more and more complicated! We just hope that Draciel will hold on.
-But of course he will, it is your beyblade and you see that you are more convinced of yourself, your Bitpower also needs your complete esteem to face a full match.-, I end up placing a hand on his shoulder, on my face the usual cheeky smile that always convinces the whole world to trust me. It seems to work.
"Hey guys, Kai is in the field!" Kenny announces, watching the monitor intently in one of the corners of the room, there are two of them for the locker room and they serve those who occupy them to follow the games indirectly. Kai was right there, the proud and hard bearing of all time soared in comparison to his challenger, hunched over and totally taken on his blade, I don't think he's going too well for him. After a few spins and a violent attack, Dranzer sends the other bey to shoot out of the small beystadio before he stops completely. Strong shouts come from viewers in response. A staff girl arrives to warn Max that he has to prepare for his meeting, since there are two beystadio in the arena, four bladers enter at a time.
-Well, I'll be right there! - Max answers with his blade tight, the professor and I wish him good luck as we watch him go through the corridor. We hope everything goes well.
POV Kai
As mentioned above, a useless practice. Not understanding how blader so poor they are chosen to enter the finals. I pass the arch that leads to the corridor and I find Max, one of Kinomiya's friends, waiting impatiently for his turn. He is watching me smiling.
"I saw your meeting, you were fantastic!" I notice how the freckles on his face relax as he smiles. I look at him as he opens his eyes and realizes he won't get a response. From my shoulders its name resounds in the speakers. He overtakes me at a brisk pace, I would totally disregard his meeting but I can grant myself the honor of seeing how he will be swept away by his opponent. I close my eyes as I smile faintly at the same time and listen as his challenger is announced. His challenger in reality. Great, so I will have to watch his victory. I turn my body halfway leaning against the wall on my right, so that I have a view that covers only the part of the arena in which the American will play. My throat dries up. Max's challenger is yesterday's blue-haired girl!