The BladeBreakers' return journey was marked by a tense and uncomfortable silence. As they arrived back at their training center, the air was thick with disappointment. Robert, however, couldn't resist breaking the silence with his mocking tone.
"Nice job, Tyson," Robert sneered, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Not only did you lose to Sasha again, but you also managed to get Dragoon destroyed in the process. Humiliated twice. Should've listened to my warning."
Tyson growled, fists clenching at his sides. "Back off, Robert. I don't need you rubbing it in."
"Maybe if you had listened to us, you wouldn't be in this mess," Robert retorted, his tone unforgiving. "You were outmatched, and now look at the state of Dragoon."
"Shut it, Robert! I don't need to hear it from you!" Tyson snapped.
"Maybe that's why you lost twice. Your overconfidence and stubbornness made you exactly what Sasha said you were: a pure amateur," Robert mocked.
"Why you!" Tyson tried to lunge at Robert, but Max and Rei held him back.
"Tyson, you need to calm down!" Max said, pulling his friend back as Robert remained unfazed by Tyson's outburst.
"Yeah, dude, don't let him get under your skin," Rei added.
"Was that really necessary, Robert?" Oliver stepped forward with a frown.
"Yeah, man, I think that was a little too much, pushing his buttons like that," Enrique added.
Robert shrugged. "I simply told him the truth. It's not my fault he can't handle the cold reality."
"I agree with Robert." Johnny nodded. "Tyson was way over his head challenging Sasha without learning his lesson the first time. It's his own fault Dragoon's Bey got shattered."
As the argument heated up, Kenny and Dizzie were huddled over the broken pieces of Dragoon, desperately trying to assess the damage and come up with a plan.
"This doesn't look good," Kenny muttered, his fingers flying over his laptop keyboard. "The damage is extensive. Dragoon's parts are almost beyond repair."
Dizzie's digital voice chimed in. "We might be able to fix some of the minor components, but the core structure is too damaged. It's going to need more than just repairs; it needs a complete overhaul."
Max, always the optimist, piped up. "Hey, maybe my mom can help. She's got access to all the high-tech equipment and resources at the lab. It's worth a shot, right?"
Rei nodded. "It's our best option. If anyone can help, it's Dr. Tate."
The Majestics, who had been watching the BladeBreakers' plight with a mix of curiosity and sympathy, decided to step in. Johnny spoke first. "America, huh? Sounds intriguing. We've been cooped up here for too long anyway."
Enrique grinned. "Yeah, why not? I've always wanted to see more of the world."
Robert, ever the pragmatist, offered a solution. "We can take my private jet. It'll be faster, and we won't have to deal with commercial flights."
Tyson, his spirit still bruised but rekindled by his friends' support, managed a weak smile. "Thanks, everyone. Let's get Dragoon back and show Sasha what we're really made of."
The next morning, the BladeBreakers, along with the Majestics, boarded Robert's sleek private jet. The tension between Tyson and Robert had somewhat eased, though the underlying frustration was still palpable. The journey to America was filled with discussions about their next steps and strategies for improving their skills.
Upon arrival, they were greeted by Max's mother, Judy Tate, at the research facility. Judy, a brilliant scientist with a warm demeanor, welcomed them with open arms.
"Max, it's so good to see you!" Judy exclaimed, hugging her son. She turned to the rest of the group, her eyes settling on Tyson and the broken Dragoon. "I hear you're in need of some serious help."
Tyson nodded, handing over the remains of Dragoon. "Yes, ma'am. We need to rebuild Dragoon. Can you help us?"
Judy examined the pieces carefully. "This is quite a challenge, but with the technology we have here, I'm confident we can do something. It'll take time, though. We need to start from scratch."
Kenny stepped forward, his laptop in hand. "I have all the data and schematics we need. We just need the resources to put it all together."
"Perfect," Judy said. "Let's get started."
While Max's mom was busy planning out Dragoon's reconstruction and new design, Emily was going over the recent data on Sasha with Kenny and the others. Emily couldn't believe what she was seeing. Sasha's stats were off the charts. "This is incredible," Judy's assistant muttered. "In all my years of research, I never stumbled upon these stats. Who is he?" she asked.
"Only the best Blader in the world according to Robert and the Majestics," Kenny explained.
"No wonder Tyson never stood a chance."
"Hey!" Tyson's growl echoed as he overheard their conversation.
Emily ignored Tyson and continued to view the footage that Dizzie collected in Tyson's recent battle against Sasha. "I must say a Beyblade that can produce ice is very troublesome although it does have a flaw." Her analysis piqued the group's interest.
"What do you mean, Emily?" Max asked.
"It's quite simple, Max." Emily pushed her glasses up confidently as she began to explain her theory. "If his Bit-Beast is based on the element of ice, surely a Bit-Beast with the element of fire can match it."
"Like Kai's Dranzer," Tyson said.
"And Johnny's Salamalyon," Enrique added.
Kai and Johnny frowned a little. While it made sense there were type advantages, surely they didn't believe it was that easy to beat Sasha. Johnny would know since he did battle Sasha in the past and his Salamalyon barely put much of a fight. "Sorry to interrupt your nerdy wisdom, but that wouldn't it if a Bit-Beast was fire or not, I fought against Sasha before and I still lost."
"Maybe you're not as good as you think then," Emily teased.
"What was that?" Johnny growled.
Emily ignored Johnny and continued, "In any case, with the data you have gathered so far, Kenny. Perhaps, we can use this to discover some weaknesses to Sasha's Beyblade."
"I hope so, Emily," Kenny said with a smile.
Over the next several days, the BladeBreakers worked tirelessly with Judy and her team, reconstructing Dragoon from the ground up. The Majestics, intrigued by the high-tech lab and the collaborative atmosphere, offered their assistance and even engaged in friendly practice battles to keep everyone's spirits up.
One afternoon, as the team was deep into the rebuild, Tyson took a moment to step outside, reflecting on the recent events. Robert found him there, leaning against a railing, staring out at the bustling cityscape.
"Tyson," Robert began, his tone softer than before. "Look, I was hard on you. But you needed to hear it. Sasha's on a different level. We all have a long way to go."
Tyson sighed, turning to face Robert. "I know, Robert. I just hate losing. Especially like that."
Robert nodded. "I get it. You want to get stronger and I admire that determination, Tyson. Perhaps you can actually beat Sasha and show him like you did with us what true Beyblading is all about."
Tyson managed a small smile. "Thanks, Robert. I appreciate it."
The days turned into weeks, and finally, the new Dragoon was ready. The BladeBreakers gathered around as Judy unveiled the revamped Beyblade. It gleamed with new parts, advanced technology, and a renewed sense of power.
"It's incredible," Tyson said, awe in his voice.
Judy smiled. "We've integrated some of the latest advancements. This Dragoon is stronger, faster, and more resilient. Use it well, Tyson."
Tyson nodded, determination burning in his eyes. "I will. And next time, we'll show Sasha what we're really made of."
"Well, well, isn't this a touching scene?" Sasha's voice rang out, dripping with sarcasm.
Everyone turned in unison to see Sasha Alexander standing in the distance, a smug smirk on his face. His presence immediately cast a shadow over the room, filling it with tension.
"Sasha!" The BladeBreakers and the Majestics shouted in unison, surprise and anger evident in their voices.