You were one of twelve bladers who were chosen for the International Bladers Cup, you were surrounded by the best bladers in the world, and everyone shared the same goal: Win the International Bladers Cup and achieve the title of world champion... But, unfortunately, you couldn't win. You managed to reach the semi-finals of the tournament, and you were doing very well. You were up against your friend, Valt, and you were winning by 2x1... but you ended up straining your shoulder badly, very badly, which forced you to give up the battle against your will. Neither you or Valt wanted this, but what else could you do? You couldn't launch your bey with your shoulder in that state, so you didn't had another choice but to give up...

You were outside the Grand Arena, where the International Bladers Cup was held. The second semi-final was happening... but you didn't felt like watching it, instead you were at one of the areas with outdoor view, trying to think about anything that wasn't you giving up your dream of becoming the world champion because you got hurt...

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You were snapped out of your thoughts by a feminine voice you easily recognized. The one who called you was Honey, one of the junior members of the BC Sol, and she's the one who admires you the most... Honey was panting because she ran all over the Grand Arena, looking for you. She walked up to you and gently grabbed one of your hands with her tiny hands, looking up at you

A-Are you alright? D-Does your arm hurt?

She asked, her voice sounding worried and small tears welled up in the corners of her purple eyes