It was a stormy evening around 6:30 PM. Rain poured outside as Tony and his friend Jeremy laughed inside, Jeremy's cozy house.
"In 3… 2… 1… Let it rip!"
"Yoo, Tony! Look at my Flame Sagittarius—it's dominating so hard as a stamina-type Beyblade! HAHA!" Jeremy shouted.
"So what? My Rock Leone's still holding its ground—and it's ready to crush yours!" Tony grinned.
They battled for hours, their Beyblades clashing in a worn-out plastic stadium. No power. No sparks. Just toys spinning in circles.
The two of them were having fun playing for hours. But these were just regular Beyblades in a plastic stadium. No powers. Nothing special. Just toys.
"Sometimes I feel like… Beyblade is the only place I really exist," Tony whispered.
"If there was a world where it all mattered—where my Bey had real powers—I'd give anything to go there," he said with a neutral expression.
"I mean, that's way too much to ask… It would be great of our Beys at-least listened to us," Jeremy replied, also expressionless.
Jeremy was a year older—good at sports, popular, and confident. Tony was the opposite. He lived for Beyblade battles, even customizing his tops, but most kids just saw him as a weirdo.
On the days when Jeremy wasn't around, people often called Tony a "Beyblade geek," even replacing his real name with the nickname "Beyblade." And what did Tony do? He just ignored it and moved on.
One day, Jeremy got injured during a basketball match. When he returned home, he remembered his old Beyblade collection. He used to love playing Beyblade as a kid—back when it was popular and everyone played.
As he looked through his collection, he thought of Tony, his friend who still held onto that passion. So, he invited him over… the next day for a Bey battle.
[Present day]
"I wish I was born in a world where Beyblade was the top priority—like a real profession. That would be cool, right?" Tony asked Jeremy.
"Yup… Just like in the TV, A beast in our Beyblade… a spark when they clash… and all that," Jeremy replied with a smile.
They continued imagining a fictional world where Beyblade was more than just a toy. But deep down, Jeremy hoped Tony would treat it as a hobby and not a profession. He wanted him to focus on school and real-life goals.
Tony was a 16-year-old who had failed 10th grade, with consistently poor marks. He also underperformed in other extracurricular activities. That night, Jeremy gave him some real-life advice—to take control of his future and try harder in life.
After an hour of deep conversation, Tony finally said:
"I guess you're right, Jeremy… Maybe I should move on from Beyblades and make some life-changing decisions. It's just a fact that, there's no such thing as real Beyblade's, After all It's just a toy."
Jeremy smiled and encouraged him not to lose hope completely.
"Your Beyblade knowledge isn't a waste. You could still use it to build a business. Maybe even sell more Beyblades than the actual companies," Jeremy said excitedly.
Tony felt inspired by those words. A spark lit up inside him.
"Maybe this is the start of something bigger…" he thought.
"Something that'll change my life forever."
A few minutes later, Jeremy's mom walked in.
"Dinner's ready, son."
Jeremy was hungry—so was Tony—but Tony had other things on his mind.
"Thanks, Auntie, but I've got to go. It's already 9:15 PM, and I have to reach home before 9:30. Otherwise, my mom will beat the crap outta me!" Tony said with a smile.
He packed his Beyblades, politely declined dinner, and headed outside. The weather had calmed down.
The footpaths were wet and slightly slippery but walkable. The air was cold, and the streetlights dimmed the way.
Tony held his Beyblade tightly in his pocket.
"You've always been there," he muttered.
"If I had to choose just one thing to take with me… it'd be you."
As Tony walked home, ideas buzzed in his mind~
a social media page, a fanbase, maybe even a future built around the thing he loved most: Beyblade.
But fate had other plans.
The streetlights flickered… then died.
Darkness swallowed the road.
Before Tony could react, a car—silent and headlightless—came roaring out of the dark.
No horn. No warning.
Just the screech of rubber and a flash of metal.
Everything Stopped.
And in that frozen moment… Tony's hand clutched tightly around his Beyblade.
His dream didn't end that night.
It was just beginning.