The abandoned factory was a huge, empty space. Broken windows lined the walls, letting in gusts of cold air. Dust swirled on the concrete floor. The wind howled through the gaps, growing fiercer by the second. It brushed hard against their jackets, making the material flap loudly. Their hair streamed back from their faces.
In the center of the ground stadium, Leone spun steadily. It was a defensive Beyblade, built to hold its ground. Kyoya had positioned it there right from the start. Its metal parts glinted, a solid anchor in the middle of the ring. Kyoya stood with his arms crossed, a sharp grin on his face. He watched his opponent.
Kai's Beyblade, Phoenix, was on the move. But it didn't charge. Instead, it circled Leone at a distance, tracing a wide, careful path around the edge of the stadium. The wind from the factory seemed to push it along, making its circles swift and smooth. It was like a bird of prey assessing its target before diving.
Kyoya laughed, the sound cutting through the wind. "Look at you," he called out, his voice full of mockery. "Already afraid. So you only go circling and don't have the guts to attack, huh?" He kept his eyes on Kai, challenging him. He believed his Leone was untouchable.
Kai looked down at his Phoenix Beyblade spinning on the ground. His face was calm, almost blank. He didn't react to the taunt immediately. He was studying Leone's position and rhythm. The wind tugged at his clothes. He finally spoke, his tone flat and direct. "If you want that much," he said, "then don't cry later." It was a simple promise.
Then he gave the command. "Phoenix, attack now!"
The change was instant. Phoenix, which had been circling in a lazy arc, suddenly pivoted. Its entire body shifted direction. It shot forward in a straight line, aiming directly for the center of the stadium. Its speed was meteoric. One second it was on the perimeter, the next it was a blur hurtling towards Leone. The air whistled around it, sharp and loud.
Kyoya saw it coming. His expression flinched—just a little. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second. His confident smirk slipped, showing a flash of surprise. He hadn't expected the attack to be so fast, so sudden. But he wiped the look from his face almost immediately. It was gone in a second, replaced by his usual fierce focus.
The collision was a loud, sharp clang of metal meeting metal. Sparks erupted in a small burst, bright against the gloomy factory. Phoenix had struck Leone with full force, aiming to knock it off course. The impact sent vibrations through the plastic stadium, trembling up through their feet.
But Leone did not move. It did not budge a single inch from where it was spinning. It took the hit head-on, its defensive design absorbing the shock. The attack was powerful, but Leone was built for this. It held its ground, its spin steady and unwavering. It was like a rock being hit by a wave.
Kyoya let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Then he grinned again, broader this time. "Is that it?" he shouted over the noise of the wind and the spinning tops. "Your big attack?" Inside, he felt a jolt of adrenaline. That had been close. Phoenix's speed was impressive. But he trusted his Beyblade completely.
Kai watched, his eyes narrowed. Phoenix rebounded from the impact, sliding back a few inches. But it quickly recovered, resuming its spin, though now it was closer to Leone. The brief, direct assault had changed nothing. Leone remained rooted. Kai felt a flicker of irritation, but it didn't show on his face. He had known this might happen. Kyoya's defense was strong.
The wind continued to blast through the factory, whipping around them. It carried the sound of the spinning Beyblades—Leone's low, steady hum and Phoenix's lighter, faster whirr. Dust and small bits of debris skittered across the floor.
Kyoya kept his arms crossed, his posture relaxed. "Thought you could catch me off guard?" he said. "Leone doesn't fall that easily." He was pushing, trying to get Kai to make a reckless move.
Kai ignored the words. He was already calculating. The first attack was a test. Now he knew the strength of Leone's defense. Phoenix began to circle again, but its movements were tighter, more focused. It wasn't just circling anymore; it was looking for a weakness, a chink in the armor.
From a distance, tucked behind a rusted machine near, Benkei and two other boys watched. They were Kyoya's lackeys, always following him. Seeing Leone stand firm against Phoenix's sudden attack made them grin. They nudged each other.
"The boss has got this," Benkei whispered, his large body crouched low. "That Kai guy thinks he's so cool. He's about to get wrecked."
One of the others, a skinny kid with a crooked cap, snickered. "Yeah. Once Leone wins, we can teach that arrogant guy a lesson. Maybe take his Beyblade for a minute, just to see his face."
They were already imagining it, the small, satisfying ways to torture the loser. It made them feel bigger, being on the winning side. They focused back on the stadium, eager for their boss to finish it.
In the center of the wind-whipped floor, Kyoya felt unstoppable. Leone hadn't even shifted. He looked across at Kai, who was just standing there, quiet and focused. It irritated him.
"Be a turtle king to the end!" Kyoya shouted, his voice booming over the gale. "Because I am going to destroy your Phoenix, and you cannot stop me!" He threw his head back and laughed, a wild, loud sound like a lion's roar. It was full of pure confidence.
Then he raised both hands high into the air, a dramatic gesture he'd practiced. He put all his fighting spirit into the command. "Special move! Lion… Force Gale Wall!"
Down in the stadium, the spinning Leone began to glow with a faint, golden light. Its rotation became a furious blur. Then, it wasn't just spinning—it was pulling. A visible vortex of air erupted from it, swirling outwards. In seconds, it wasn't a vortex anymore, but a massive, roaring tornado. It centered on Leone, tearing at the stadium floor, sucking up dust and chunks of concrete debris. The primary goal was clear: to catch the circling Phoenix and drag it into the destructive whirlwind, where it would be battered to pieces.
Benkei and the two others yelped. They were far back, but the sudden suction was powerful. The skinny kid's cap flew off his head and was instantly swallowed by the storm. "Hold on!" Benkei bellowed, scrambling to wrap his arms around a thick, metal support pillar. The other two did the same, clutching the cold metal for their lives. Their jackets pulled violently against their backs. They watched, wide-eyed and scared, but also proud. Their boss was doing this. The factory suffered more damage. A loose section of corrugated iron roofing tore free with a shriek and was flung into the swirling mass. Windows that were merely broken now completely shattered, glass scattering.
Kai's hair lashed across his face. His jacket flapped madly. But he wasn't surprised. He watched the tornado build with cold, analyzing eyes. He wasn't scared of the move itself.
Three days ago, he awakened his past life memories.In those memories, he had watched this… as a show. An anime. He had seen Kyoya use this "Lion Force Gale Wall" many times to trap and defeat opponents. He knew its pattern: the strong suction, the central, calm eye where Leone sat untouched, the chaotic wall of wind around it.
Knowledge, however, isn't power. It's just information. And right now, it was useless information. He knew the pattern, but he didn't have the key. He was like a mechanic who could perfectly describe how an engine failed but didn't own a single wrench. According to the memories from his past life, every blader had something. A special move.A technique that was the pure expression of their spirit and their Bey's power. A powerful attack to break through. But he hadn't created one yet. He was still new to this, to feeling the spirit of his Beyblade. Phoenix was fast and obeyed his commands, but they had no signature move, no ultimate technique. He was thinking hard. How do you tackle a tornado without a storm-breaker?
Phoenix, under his will, was fighting the pull, using its speed to skirt the edges of the sucking force. But it was being dragged closer, inch by inch, to the chaotic wall of wind.
Far away, in the sunny heart of the city, Gingka was walking with a new friend. The boy's name was Kenta, small and full of boundless energy. Kenta hadn't stopped talking since they met.
"…and then, in the finals, he just looked at me. Didn't say anything at the start! He launched his Beyblade, and it was so fast,like flying in the air! My Saggatario didn't stand a chance. He's amazing, but also really scary. His name is Kai. I've never seen anyone like him before."
Gingka listened, a thoughtful look on his face. He hadn't met this Kai, but through Kenta's passionate, detailed description, an image was forming in his mind. A skilled, silent, fiercely strong blader. The kind of challenge Gingka lived for. He felt a spark of excitement. He wanted to battle someone like that.
"He sounds strong," Gingka said, a smile starting to form.
Kenta was about to dive into another detail of the match when Gingka suddenly stopped talking. His head turned, not towards Kenta, but to the east. His eyes fixed on the horizon. There, in the distance, over the old industrial sector, a dark cloud was gathering. But it wasn't a normal rain cloud. It was swirling, concentrated above one spot. It looked like a miniature cyclone. Even from here, he thought he could feel a faint, familiar tremor in the air.
Gingka knew that phenomenon. It was Beyforce. A tremendous amount of it, clashing. A battle between bladers of incredible power. His blader spirit buzzed in his chest. This was no ordinary fight.
Kenta was still talking. "…and he is a nice person not like the arrogant one…"
"Kenta," Gingka cut him off, his voice urgent but firm. He pointed east, towards the dark, swirling cloud. "Let's go. Otherwise, we'll miss the most important thing today."
Without another word, Gingka took off, sprinting down the sidewalk. His instincts were screaming at him. A battle like that couldn't be missed. Kenta blinked, confused. He looked at the cloud, then at Gingka's retreating back.
"H-hey! Gingka, wait! What important thing?" he yelled, but Gingka was already turning a corner. Kenta, not wanting to be left behind, pushed his confusion aside and started running after him, his short legs pumping hard to catch up. The quiet morning chat was over. Something much bigger was happening.
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