POV MAX
The lights of the spotlights are positioned on the bey-stadium while I look at my opponent: no taller than six feet, with a very pale complexion in relief to midnight blue hair, eyes so clear as to make the ice envy. He wears a dress that extends to the knees of the same color of the hair, has two braces that support the upper part similar to a corset, separated from the lower one by a belt in gold and colored stones, perhaps the necklaces reused. The final part of the dress is a ruffled skirt. Very elegant for an ordinary girl.
I notice that she is also looking at me, so I smile at her kindly. She seems not to want to show too much confidence, but what am I thinking about? Of course she doesn't want to, I'm her opponent!
From the speakers I hear the countdown to the launch of the bey, I grab my pitcher and insert Draciel. Sorry about the girl, but the victory is mine!
3…2…1…
POV KAI
The beyblades clash with violence on the plate, there's surprise in the eyes of the blonde, did you expect a welcome? As irresponsible and unprepared as his teammates. I look at the girl better, she doesn't have a real strategy to play with, but she attacks in moderation and moves away every time the blond tries to launch a targeted attack. He almost doesn't seem to want his bey to be attacked. Something keeps me glued to that little unknown face.
NORMAL POV
The first two matches end in a draw. There is no decisive match that will lead one of the two bladers to the final, then to become one of the members of the team that will represent Japan in the world championships.
POV TAKAO
-If he doesn't win this battle, I swear to him, four of them! After beating him up, of course!
-Calma Takao, have faith in Max, we've been training very hard for this event, he'll surely know what to do. - says prof. looking at the monitors in the room, all in the locker rooms we have our eyes on them. As I take a quick look around I hear the countdown again, I don't see the precise moment when the two beyes meet, but the challengers have both opted for a game of attack without wasting blows. The girl has never used a bit-power before, so I have to assume she doesn't have it. Max, with one last shot, sends the bey to the feet of the opponent. A scream of joy explodes from all over the room, the boy will come with us to the World Cup is official!
POV MAX
Wow, I can't believe I'm in the finals. I'm so happy. I turn to the audience to thank the audience for their compliments and applause. The teacher will surely be proud of his work. I turn to pick up Draciel and I realize that the girl has already got off the mezzanine and is heading to the locker room. I try to reach her by taking a quick step, I'm just a few meters from her when she hangs as paralyzed by something. I move to the side on my feet to see better what caused this sudden reaction. In front of her a much taller figure, a boy...Kai!
POV KAI
In front of me is the girl from the fight. The girl I chased not even a day ago. Seeing her so close and with these clothes she vaguely reminds me of a porcelain doll, untouchable. She seems to have frozen on the spot, obviously she recognized me. What the hell am I supposed to tell her? That I am sorry for having chased her? Absolutely not. That I want to meet her? No way. For the first time in my life I feel like in a Czech alley and my character does not help at all. From behind her Mizuhara appears, initially awkward but then, perhaps realizing the embarrassment created, he gets involved.
-Hey! You ran away right after the meeting and I didn't get to know you. Nice to meet you, Max Mizuhara! -he says, offering her a brief bow. She first looks at her hand and then at him, moving her head and slamming her long blue lashes slowly. Then she decides to give me her shoulders and face the blond, with eyes fixed and firm arching her back, so that she is perfectly straight and with a determined voice announces:
-Nives Krusciof, nice to meet you. -