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Chapter 1: Wanting A Blade

"Alright. Time to wake up for training," Kai said impatiently.

"Come on Kai! It's only 6," Tyson whined, turning around on the floor to face away from the door, "Nobody is up this early."

"Hey, Tyson," Hilary greeted cheerily, entering the room.

"Not what I had in mind," Tyson mumbled.

"What did you say Tyson?" Hilary threatened, hands on her hips.

"I said... um, I forgot what I said before," Tyson replied truthfully. He got up slowly and stretched out his arms, attempting to wake himself up more. Walking over to Kai with his right hand scratching the back of his head, he apologized. "Hehe, sorry Kai, but I have school today."

"Hn... when did you even like going to school?" Kai asked in his usual stoic voice.

"Starting now," Tyson smiled.

"I guess you'll be going to school with that shirt and shorts," Kai stated, wondering why he was wasting his time on a futile affair. He walked out of the door, deciding it was better not to stick around an idiot for too long.

Tyson went to the bathroom and changed. When he came out, he was wearing his usual clothes. He looked at Hilary and asked, "So, what are you doing here?"

"Huh? Oh! I was just... um, seeing if the Chief was here. But I guess he isn't," Hillary answered nervously, choosing the right words to say, "I just wanted the ask Kenny something. That's all."

"What did you wanted to ask him?" Tyson asked, and started walking to the kitchen to make a sandwich. He soon came out of the kitchen with a gigantic sandwich that was about one foot high.

"Whoa! Are you going to eat that all by yourself?" Hilary asked, surprised.

"Yep. I'm starving!" Just as Tyson was finished with his sandwich, his grandpa came in.

"Hey, little dude! It's time for your training now!" Grandpa declared. His kendo stick was already out pointing at his grandson's bloated stomach.

"I don't want to train. Ahhh!" Tyson screamed, wanting to laze around instead of training.

"Training is good for you," Grandpa stated, poking at Tyson's stomach with his stick. "You need training now, little dude."

"Fine," Tyson sighed, resigning on protesting, but then he remembered, "Wait! I can't! I still need to go to school, aha!"

After a while, Hilary managed to drag Tyson to school. Hilary kept thinking how her friend needed to grow up while Tyson kept thinking how his friend needed to stop nagging him.

"So, what was it you wanted to ask the Chief?" Tyson asked Hilary, remembering the conversation they had in the morning. He was currently sitting on the floor with a fan blowing closely behind him.

Kenny stopped his explanation about the data he collected when his friends were battling. He and everyone else now averted their attention on Hilary, except Kai who continued leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and his arms folded across his chest. Their undivided attention made Hilary tense up. She took a deep breath and nervously, yet timidly asked, "Promise not laugh?"

"Yeah, yeah, spill it out already," Tyson said, getting more curious by the second.

"Of course we won't, Hilary!" Max answered, wondering what was making her so worried. Ray and Kenny both nodded at Max's response.

"Okay then," Hilary replied, taking her eyes of the floor. She turned and faced Kenny with determination shone in her eyes. "Chief, I was wondering... if you could... well, make me a beyblade."

Silence filled the dojo for several seconds until Kenny decided to break it with his encouraging tone of voice, "Well, why didn't you say so? I know how you used to say that beyblading was only a waste of time, but I know how time changes one's opinion. Hmm... I can make one by tomorrow, but I'll have to see your compatibility with it. And from there I will be able to make some changes to it to increase the compatibility, but enough said! This is so great, Hilary! Now you can train with Tyson and the others."

Hilary smiled, "Thanks, Chief! I've been wondering about it for a while, and since summer vacation begins tomorrow, there won't be any reason not to learn to beyblade."

"Great idea... and if you become strong enough, you can even become one of the Bladebreakers," Tyson laughed, believing that Hilary must be joking. He still remembered the days when all Hilary did was nag him about how education was important and that beyblading was just rotting his brains. Time couldn't change people that much. He was bent on the idea that Hilary was up to something.

Hilary frowned at Tyson's reaction. She had been prepared for it, but when the time came, she could not help but feel a bit hurt.

Max noticed her change of expression and tried to lead the conversation in another direction. "I think it's great that you decided to try out beyblading. It's loads of fun!"

Hilary smiled warily at Max. She was thankful for any encouragement she could get.

"Okay, then. I guess I better start working on your beyblade, Hilary. See you guys tomorrow," Kenny said. He packed up his laptop and waved goodbye to his group of friends.

"Bye, Chief! Thanks, again!"

"Bye, Chief."

"Bye, Chief."

"Bye, Kenny!"

"Hn."

"What are you going to name your beyblade Hillary?" Ray asked.

"Oh, nice thinking Ray. I guess I'll name it, umm...Dragal!"Hilary answered.

"Hmm, doesn't that sound awfully like my bit-beast, Dragoon?" Tyson asked.

"Now that I think about it, yeah, it does," Hilary replied. She was suddenly feeling embarrassed of thinking such a name. She was thinking about Tyson's bit-beast, Dragoon, and suddenly, the name Dragal came to mind.