Neb: Domori had come to the conclusion that his alternate personas had been getting out of control. He had learned how to use them to his advantage once before in his past, but this time it feels different. Still, his sister Sin had returned from America, so now he has a challenger that he had been waiting for. His Meteor Draconids had been over powered beyond belief, but now with Valt, Shu, Sin, Dante, and Delta rising to meet his challenge, he'll finally get the battles he deserves. Not to mention the several other OC rivals I had put in his way. Anyways I do not own Beyblade, Beyblade Burst, Beyblade Burst Rise, or any other form of Beyblade.

Domori raised his hand as he begun knocking on a mansion door. This was the house of the man who bought the meteorite for Domori, the same one that Domori turned into Meteor Draconids. The Reynolds household.

A woman opened up the door and then smiled. "Hello young man. are you here to play with my lovely son Gwyn?", the woman asked.

It's not often that a parent refers to their son as lovely, but Domori decided to not pay much mind to it. Instead he nodded, before he was let in.

"You'll have to forgive my son if he comes of as apprehensive," the woman explained. "He prefers to be in his room studying and drawing up equations. He's made a lot of the other children run away crying because of his illusive behavior."

"I don't think its weird to delve deeply into work," Domori shrugged. "He must be working on somethings special."

"I haven't had a proper conversation with him in months," she shook her head. "I'm hoping if he plays with other children his own age, he'll come out of his shell. But so far all of my efforts have been shrugged off. He's made some of the other kids I've brought over here cry."

Domori remembered how he made Hiro and his friends feel, they weren't exactly thrilled by Domori's personality either. Not to mention how rude he was to Candice, Domori didn't have a lot of excuses for why he acted the way he did. But at least he may run into a like minded individual."

Mrs. Reynolds and Domori made it to her sons room. "Just head inside." She then turned away and headed off herself.

"That's not creepy," Domori commented before opening the door. When he stepped inside he saw papers scattered across the floor with equations on them. "Geez, this is worse then my workspace." Domori flashed back to when Vault had pointed out how disorganized he was when it came to his blueprints. He also remembered how his blueprints wound up in the hands of Candice and then other people who were copying her. "What does he know anyway?" Domori turned towards a boy with white long hair, wearing white clothes drawing equations on the paper scattered around his room.

"It's you," the boy stated. "Domori Venger."

"Gwyn Reynolds I presume," Domori responded. "Your parents wanted me to hang out with you. I owe your dad for buying me a meteorite."

"I understand," Gwyn stated with little interest as he continued to right his equations down.

Domori carefully stepped inside the room avoiding stepping on the math papers. "I doubt this is school work, are you doing this for fun?"

"Fun?", Gwyn questioned. "Perhaps a little bit, but my work is important."

Domori looked down at the equations trying to make sense of it. It was too advanced to be Gwyn's current school work, given the boys age. Even if he was bright. Then Domori recognized something inside the equations, something that was more prominent during the Turbo Era. "A burst prevention system."

Gwyn glared daggers at Domori as he grunted.

The two of them glared back and forth at each other, as two beyblade designers who had a clash of ideals. Domori's Spring Loaded System was only ever rivaled by the Burst Prevention System, though the only one who had ever beaten Domori's Bey with that mechanic was Aiger, back in the Turbo era.

"No, it's too early for anyone to learn," Gwyn growled.

"I get it, the burst prevention system was used on the wrong Beyblades," Domori figured. "Attack types and Balance types. You want a Defense Type Beyblade that can't burst. Creating the Ultimate Defense type beyblade. "Though your missing something."

"Shut up," Gwyn yelled. "Get out of my house."

Domori backed up as he saw a look of murder in Gwyn's eyes. This must have been what scared off the other kids. "Who are you Gwyn Reynolds?"

Gwyn recomposed himself before clearing his throat. He went over to his own desk and opened a drawer pulling out blueprints. He then walked over towards Domori. "I am your rival."

Domori looked down at the blue prints and recognized his own handwriting. "Where did you get these?" It was designs of the early form of his spring loaded system.

"You never did part with your Quality Drake did you?", Gwyn smiled as Domori took the papers. "It's loose fitting ring was suppose to make it the ultimate defender. Yet, no one suspected that you would hide that ring inside an attack type. The ring spins as the beyblade spins, and that point you have on it shifts the weight of the blade directing it's attacks. Even better, you placed spikes with springs loaded in them on the outside, so when the weight shifts, it hits the springs extending the spikes, allowing for powerful hits on the enemy. That was your first thought for Mighty Draconids, was is not?"

Domori grunted now sharing the death glare that Gwyn had. "Bastard."

"But you decided that was too complicated," Gwyn continued. "You took the ring out and left Mighty Draconids empty on the inside, a potential balance type became a full on attack type beyblade, at least until it broke." Gwyn walked back to his desk and sat down. "Did you ever think that if you left that design alone, Mighty Draconids might have made it to the battle against Sin, against Aiger."

"Eclipse Draconids shared the same principles."

"It wasn't your design," Gwyn shook his head. "I could tell that by comparing it's power to the early stages of Draconids. Not that it matters anymore, the only rival I seek is the one gifted to you by my father. Meteor Draconids, the healing attack type."

"And I know the name of it's rival," Domori grinned back as his teeth became sharp and his dark aura extended. "Genesis."