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It was still the afternoon and the sun was halfway across the sky. An orange glow covered the neighborhood like a blanket, enveloping everyone in a soft tone. A gentle breeze flies by as the trees rustled, and the occasional chime from nearby decorations could be heard. Yet, the sound was completely blocked to the ears of an angered boy.
Gripping on the launcher, the bluenette pulled on the string. "Go, Shoot!" Valt yelled. Releasing you back to the cold-fighting arena. But, since Valt pulled on the string too hard and jerked the launcher back—it was a bad launch. "That jerk!" Valt continues, completely ignoring the failed launch. "Go, Shoot!"
Bored, Nika along with Tokonatsu, and Rantaro sat on the rocky and uncomfortable floor. They could only watch as this action was repeated for the past several minutes, perhaps even hours. By this point, they didn't bother keeping count. To your dismay, you flew out of the stadium and hit the floor. You knew that hitting the ground when your owner misses their launch hurts, but you honestly didn't think it'd hurt this bad.
"Bro, you haven't gotten the Rush Shoot right even once yet," Tokonatsu whines, already getting antsy from staying in one position for far too long.
"I. . .I know. . ." Valt heard a small poof and turned his head. You turn to your human form and stretch. The satisfying pops filled you with delight as you allowed your arms to drop down back to your sides. Next, you stared at Valt with a tired look, his posture and being matching yours.
"How about we go home and relax?" You suggested before pointing at yourself, "Listen, I'm tired of you constantly throwing me out of the stadium. You're also tired from the continuous launching, so why not just take a break?" Valt pouts at your worrisome comments and stubbornly shook his head.
"You sure Daina didn't do anything?" Rantaro asked, crossing his arms. "Like messing up [First name]?" Rantaro's eyes looked at your tired body. "Don't you feel anything strange? You clearly look very tired."
You shake your head, "He didn't do anything that I feel right now," you hummed for a second, "The whole tired thing is normal, by the way," you reassured before crossing your arms, "Just because I'm a supernatural being, doesn't mean I don't get tired." You paused again. "Correction, it takes a lot to tire me out." Rantaro didn't seem too convinced as he grumbled under his breath.
"There's nothing wrong with [First name]," Valt stubbornly interrupts the conversation and shoots his head upwards. "Gah, I've gotta train! No other options!" You dropped your shoulders, feeling slightly defeated from Valt's continuous stubborn streak. Valt has always been this relentless, you recalled. Never one to back down from a fight. . .it's also annoying to deal with it now. Especially after you know you're reaching your limit. "Alright, I'm gonna launch a thousand times!" Valt declared. You sighed, one of defeat, and snap your fingers.
"One!"
Failed launch.
"Two!"
Another failed launch.
"Three!"
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A Start of a New Beginning!
Fanfiction[BEYBLADE BURST x Reader] [ BEING RE-WRITTEN AS OF 5/6/22 ] A Beyblade was given to a young boy named Aoi Valt, as a birthday present. Never in a million years would he have thought that this was going to be a very special Beyblade later on in his l...
