”Screw this…” I mumble to myself as I walk down the halls. Sure, the International Blader’s cup has been fine- But I can’t get that blader out of my head! They’ve got it all- Amazing intelligence, an incredible connection with their Beyblade.. They’re sweet and kind.. They’re so infatuating both in and away from the stadium.. And don’t even get me started on their looks.. I grumble a bit and try to get them off my mind as I continue walking down the facility’s long hallway, heading towards one of the training rooms. I’m snapped out of my own thought by the sudden clamor of footsteps behind me, causing me to turn my head to look over my shoulder- “Wait- That’s them!”