The next morning, Axamu stood in front of a large building glowing with neon signs:
"X Training Center — Unlock Your Potential!"
He hesitated at the entrance, gripping his brand-new White Cobalt Dragoon and launcher. His heart pounded. This is it. If I'm really going to climb the Tower… I have to start somewhere.
When he stepped inside, the sound of spinning Beyblades hit him instantly. The vast hall was lined with multiple arenas, each one buzzing with battles. Kids and teenagers crowded around, shouting encouragement, strategizing, laughing. Some battled with casual joy, while others were deadly serious, their eyes locked on victory.
Axamu picked an empty corner stadium. His hand trembled slightly as he set Cobalt Dragoon onto the launcher.
"…Alright. Let's see what you can do."
He raised the launcher awkwardly. "Three… two… one… Go Shoot!"
The Beyblade burst from the launcher, clashing against the arena walls with sharp metallic screeches. Sparks flew. Axamu's eyes widened in awe. So this is Beyblade X… it feels alive.
He kept training. Again and again, he launched. He tested Cobalt Dragoon's movements, its speed, its power. Sometimes it circled aimlessly. Sometimes it dashed aggressively. Each time, he adjusted his grip, his stance, his timing.
Hours passed, sweat dripping down his forehead. Yet Axamu's determination never faltered.
In between battles, he wandered the center, reading rules plastered on digital screens and watching instructional battles.
The Basics of Beyblade X:
Objective: Knock your opponent out of the arena, burst them, or outspin them.
Xtreme Dash Zone: A lightning-fast lane that allows special attacks. Risky but powerful.
Victory Types: Over Finish, Burst Finish, Xtreme Finish — each with their own glory.
The X Tower Rules:
Only professional-ranked Bladers may challenge the Tower.
To become Pro, one must first win official Amateur Tournaments.
Every victory climbs you closer to the summit. Only the strongest can reach the top.
Axamu's fists clenched as he read. So that's the path. If I want to go home… if I want to see Mom and Dad again… I have to start from the bottom.
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Three weeks later…
The boy who had once trembled at his first launch now stood confidently, his stance sharp, his grip steady. His hair shimmered under the morning light as he walked into a buzzing stadium filled with cheering crowds.
The Amateur Tournament.
His heart raced, but not with fear. With determination.
If I want to climb the Tower, this is where it begins. Win here… and I'll become a Pro.
He held up White Cobalt Dragoon, its cobalt edges gleaming fiercely.
"This is our start, Cobalt. Let's fight… together."
The announcer's voice boomed over the arena.
"WELCOME, BLADERS! The Amateur Tournament begins now!"
Axamu tightened his grip. His first true battle in this world was about to begin.