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Chapter 28: Kicking off the National Team Tournament!

(Y/n) (L/n) ~

So, who got a call from the head office to deliver an athlete's pledge during the opening ceremony of the Nationals?

Valt did.

Who's the only person very miserable under the spotlight and pretty much freaks out even in front of ten people?

Valt is.

And who absolutely lost Valtryek and became a zombie while trying out the skateboard of some random boy named Quon Limon?

Valt did.

Some responsible leader he is...

Even though things turned out fantastic with Quon (the skater guy didn't steal Valtryek although I totally would've done so if I were in his place), Valt still had a long way to go regarding the first day's speech. If things don't go well, I might or might not refuse to accept the fact that he's related to me in any way.

The day of the Tournament was finally here and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't pretty unsure and nervous myself.

Me... nervous? Not about the upcoming beybattles or encounters with more skilled players, but the fact that it was my first time competing along with a team.

I wasn't unsure of winning, but this sudden change in the direction of wind that led me to stray my path as a solo blader... what will be waiting for me at the end of it all?

Was this a dream? No, I really was going to do it. And I had a strong feeling in the corner of my heart — this decision would cost me a lot more suffering than I had already endured.

I woke up in the morning, cleaned myself more than usual, and dressed up to the best of my abilities. Another tournament — another new outfit!

My clothes today were more dignified as compared to my generally casual outfits. Afterall, it is said that the clothes you put on describe a lot about your interest in the place you're going! Just like all other tournaments I've competed in, I wanted my appearance to be crisp and neat here as well.

Obviously, not like Zac the Sunrise though. He's just plain embarrassing.

Oh, not to forget, a pair of new shoes! To hit in the face of bladers who dared —

My phone started ringing loudly and I almost fell in front of the doorway. Ugh, I really need to be changing this dangerous ringtone. It starts off so intense and sudden like a war drum, taking me off guard every damn time!

Just my luck. The caller ID said Ashtem.

WHY IS THIS BASTARD CALLING ME?

"How do you want to die?" I asked right after picking up the call.

"Ah, such a warm greeting," Theodore's deep and evil voice echoed from the other side. For one short moment, I randomly started wondering what the heck was so special about his voice that it could motivate the best of bladers to join his dark side.

"I was wondering why you had signed up for the Team Tournaments, so I did some research — "

"You're still going on about that?" I asked incredulously. That conversation was about two weeks ago and he's not over it yet? Why does this bastard think that this whole situation is more important for him than it is for me?

"Going on about that? Really?" He laughed, but I didn't find it funny. "I don't need to be reminding you how much you've made me suffer since your ridiculous decision. How convenient for you, you're on a break from all the managerial work! Do you have any idea how many calls, e-mails and letters I've been receiving about you 'leaving the Raging Bulls'? Like, who even spread that lame rumour?!"