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♬ Say Yes To Heaven - Lana Del Rey ·˚₊· ͟͞꒰➳

" I've got my eye on you,
I've got my eye on you "

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⊹ Sol Minyoung's pov ::

"It's takes luck to be an overnight success.", they said.

Lady Luck must love me then.

When I started off my beyblade career, I already made headlines. My father was the former WBBA president. He died, alongside with my mother in an unfortunate car crash.

But I loved to blade. My father always told me, "do not stop believing in yourself, because if you don't, then who will?"

That qoute stuck with me for the rest of my life. Everyday, I wake up, I recite it. When I'm in a middle of mental breakdown, I recite it. If I'm feeling lonely, I recite it. Sometimes, I play with the qoute, replacing the first line, and keeping the last line.

"If no on will try to become the fastest balder in the world, then who will?", I said, staring at myself in the mirror. I could see her staring at me. The eyes of a lady who's cried my than she could count; lips that sealed my deepest of secrets; my skin that is stained with tears and regret. But, in the end, I see a reflection - my reflection. Right now, I'm looking at the strongest person I know, and I used to take her for granted.

I used to.

Now, I'm a the most prominent female blader in the world, a model, ambassador, and a millionaire.

Looks like dad was right.

If who can't, then who will?

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Infront of me was Dylan, crouched down on the floor, as sweat dripped down his chin. I just beated him in his 5th battle today.

"... Minnie... Are you mad or something?...", he panted. The faint sound of a bey was the only thing that accompanied his heaving chest.

"That's Minyoung for 'ya."
"How is she so fast?"
"Ending a battle in five seconds is crazy..."

Murmers echoed in the room. I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. My clothes were now sticking to my skin, as sweat inked through the tight fabric of my clothes, leaving patterns.

"...That's Actias Monstera with a burst finish! The score is 2 to nothing, Sol Minyoung wins!", the referee announced. A few lighthearted claps roamed around the room. I sighed, going to the pile of bags to get water. Heat was radiating off me like crazy, and I already felt like going home.

"Psst!", Bruce called.

I didn't bother to tune to him. I continued to drink water.

"Minyoung!", he whisper-yelled. I slowly turned my head to this sound of his voice. He gestured me to come to him, a serious look on his face.

"Can't you just tell me???", I hummed. Clearly, our conversation was casual, but for some reason, the atmosphere is thick with awkwardness. I walked towards him, a confused look on my face.

"What?"
"What."

"Look", he sighed exasperatedly. "There's a new blader, and you being the team's muse, you should greet him.", she deadpanned.

"New blader?", I thought to myself. "Al...right?...",i chuckled awkwardly. "I'll get ready then.", I turned to go back to the pile of bags. "I'll catch up in a bit!", I waved him goodbye, hearing the Bruce's footsteps leave. I took a facetowel from my bag, and properly wiped the sweat off my pale skin. My ears were flushed, probably from because of how much I trained today.

"A new blader, huh... I thought Theodore wasn't accepting screening anymore?", Dylan muttered, loud enough for me to hear. "Who knows... Maybe it's one of those international scoutings that just got here late.", I shrugged. I let my hair fall loose, finally cooling down. My skin feels unironically cold despot the very long training session.

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I managed to get through the crowd of bladers. The 'new blader' that everyone was talking about was in the middle of the room, talking with Theodore.

"Ah, She's here."

Theodore glances at me, then at the boy in front of him. He had platinum white hair with shaggy layers, crimson eyes, and a scar on his right eye. There was something in his gaze. It was filled with determination and ambition. I felt like I was staring at him for too long before muttering out a faint sorry.

"This is Shu. He's from Japan. He is one of Lui Shirosagi's known rivals.", Theodore said, a proud tone lacing his voice. I glanced at Theodore, then back at the guy. Lui, huh?...

I cleared out my thoughts. "Gosh, there's a lot of people staring.", I thought to myself. I held out my hand, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Hi, I'm Minyoung. I'm the muse of our team. Welcome to NYC, and welcome to Raging Bulls!", I greeted, managing to plaster a soft smile on my face. We shook hands, my eyes softening.

His touch is warm.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Minyoung.", she replied softly. "I look forward working with the team." I snapped out of it, a faint rosy hue cascading my cheeks in embarrassment.

Shortly after, I left. Once Theodore's focus was somewhere else, I snuck off to go back to training. Well, it was more like hanging out with Dylan and Bruce but that's the same thing. But what stuck to me the most was Shu. He seemed... Intriguing. Being Lui's 'rival' is considered a big deal in the beyblade industry, so how come I don't know this guy?

Or maybe I'm just chronically offline, Idk.

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Word count (excluding playlist and outro) : 913 words