The stadium roared with excitement as the BladeBreakers faced off against the Majestics. The intensity of the battle was palpable, with Beyblades clashing in a flurry of sparks and sheer force. In a luxurious penthouse overlooking the city, Sasha Alexander, the former mentor of the Majestics, watched the battle unfold on a massive flat-screen TV.

Sasha's appearance was striking—light blue hair cascaded over his shoulders, contrasting sharply with the eye patch covering his right eye. His remaining eye, a piercing yellow, scanned the screen with a mix of boredom and disdain. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"These amateurs...," Sasha muttered, sipping a glass of iced tea. He watched as Tyson's Dragoon narrowly defeated Robert's Griffolyon, sealing the BladeBreakers' victory. "How could Robert lose to such a novice?"

He set his glass down with a sharp clink and stood, his interest piqued. Sasha's Beyblade, a light blue masterpiece with a unique, intricate design, rested on a stand nearby. Its Bit Beast, a legendary ice dragon named Blizzardion, was as formidable as the Majestics' Bit Beasts, if not more so.

Sasha's mind was made up. He would meet these so-called champions in person and teach them a lesson they wouldn't forget.

The BladeBreakers were basking in their victory at the local Beyblade arena. Tyson, with his characteristic enthusiasm, was reenacting the final moments of his match for the umpteenth time.

"And then Dragoon came in with the final strike, and boom! Griffolyon was down for the count!" Tyson exclaimed, throwing his fists in the air.

"Yeah, yeah, we were there," Kai said, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. "Try not to let it go to your head."

"Let him have his moment, Kai," Max said, grinning. "We did great out there."

As they celebrated, the doors to the arena swung open, and a hush fell over the room. Sasha Alexander, exuding an aura of cool confidence, stepped inside. His yellow eye scanned the group before settling on Tyson.

"So, you're the one who defeated Robert," Sasha said, his voice calm and cold.

Tyson blinked, taken aback by the newcomer's directness. "Yeah, that's me. And you are?"

"Sasha Alexander," he replied, his tone icy. "Former mentor of the Majestics. And I'm here to see if you're as good as they say."

Kai straightened, his eyes narrowing. "What's your angle?"

Sasha smirked. "No angle. Just curiosity... and perhaps a bit of disbelief. You see, I trained Robert, and the idea that he lost to an amateur like you is... troubling."

Tyson bristled at the insult. "Amateur? I'll show you who's an amateur! Let's battle!"

"Very well," Sasha agreed, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

The arena was cleared, and the atmosphere grew tense as Sasha and Tyson took their positions. The rest of the BladeBreakers watched intently, sensing that this battle would be unlike any other.

Sasha placed his Beyblade on the launcher, its light blue design gleaming under the lights. "This is Blizzardion," he said, his voice reverberating through the silent arena. "Prepare yourself."

Tyson nodded, setting Dragoon on his launcher. "Let's do this! Three... two... one... Let it rip!"

Both Beyblades shot into the arena with incredible speed. Dragoon spun with its usual aggressive energy, while Blizzardion moved with an eerie, almost graceful precision. It was immediately clear that Sasha's control over his Beyblade was extraordinary.

"Dragoon, attack!" Tyson commanded, and his Beyblade lunged forward, aiming for a direct hit.

Sasha's yellow eye glinted. "Blizzardion, freeze him."

In an instant, Blizzardion unleashed a blast of icy wind. The temperature in the arena seemed to drop as Dragoon was enveloped in a swirl of frost. Tyson's eyes widened as he watched Dragoon slow down, its movements becoming sluggish.

"What's happening?" Max whispered, his breath visible in the frigid air.

"His Beyblade has a unique ability," Kenny explained, furiously typing on his laptop. "It can control ice..."

Tyson gritted his teeth. "Come on, Dragoon! Don't let him win!"

But Blizzardion was relentless. It circled Dragoon, sending wave after wave of icy blasts. The blue dragon struggled, its movements growing more and more restricted until, finally, it was encased in a block of ice.

The battle was over.

Sasha retrieved Blizzardion, looking down at Tyson with a mix of disappointment and pity. "I expected more from someone who defeated Robert. You're not ready for this level."

Tyson stared at the frozen Dragoon, a mixture of shock and frustration in his eyes. "How... how did you do that?"

Sasha turned to leave, his cloak billowing behind him. "Train harder, Tyson. Maybe one day you'll be a worthy opponent. In like twenty years."

As he walked away, the BladeBreakers were left in stunned silence. The realization hit them all at once—they had a long way to go before they could truly call themselves the best.

Tyson clenched his fists, determination burning in his eyes. "I won't let this end here. Sasha, next time, we'll be ready."