In the deep quiet of the early morning, the B-Pit felt like an empty tomb. The shadowy room was lit only by the small, sleeping lights on Madoka's tools and computers. Karan moved through the work space without making a sound, his feet quiet on the old floor.
He paused at the main workbench, his eyes moving slowly over the familiar scene. He saw the scattered tools and machine parts. He breathed in the faint smell of motor oil and electricity.He reached out and gently touched a polished Beyblade bearing left on the counter. Its surface was cool and perfectly smooth.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a carefully folded piece of paper. He set it down on the dusty workbench, using the smooth, metal bearing to weight it down and keep it in place. The message inside was written in his own, slightly sloppy writing.They were his final goodbye.
To Gingka, Kenta, and Madoka,
Thank you for everything. For being my friends, for training me, and for giving me a home. You taught me what it means to have teammates.
But I have to go my own way now. I need to make my own name in this world.
This place is warm and safe, but that safety is bad for my power. Our true strength comes from struggle and solitude.
I'll be waiting. Meet you at the Survival Battle.
- Karan
He walked away without a single glance behind him.
Instead of heading straight out of town, he climbed up to an elevated walkway. The metal stairs were rusty under his feet. This high spot gave him a perfect view of the district below—the place where everything had changed for him. The sun was peeking over the horizon, washing the sky in beautiful shades of orange and purple. Down below, the tall buildings cast long, sharp shadows like deep cuts through the city.
He stopped walking. His breath made a small cloud in the cold air.In the tinted glass of a skyscraper, his own reflection stared back. It was his face, but it felt like looking at a stranger. He could still see the handsome boy he was, but his features had hardened, his jawline looked stronger and more stubborn. His old clothes were gone, replaced by a stark, practical black coat that swayed in the breeze. But what truly caught his attention were his eyes. They were no longer a simple brown. They had become deep, dark pools like black stone, absorbing the morning light and giving nothing back—eyes like a bottomless pit.
His Bey Launcher was now a serious tool on his belt. It had a sharp, clear shape. It was no longer just for games. It was a true weapon, and it felt as much a part of him as his own hand.
The certainty felt heavy in his body, like a real weight. He understood now. The B-Pit was just a starting zone, a comfort house. But the power inside Dark Abyss Phoenix was old, hungry, and untamed. For a power like that, a comfortable life was a slow poison. They needed to be tested in the wild. They needed the pressure of being completely alone, where if you failed, you got hurt. This city, with its friends and rules, could not make them strong. Their real strength would be forged in the mysteries of the world outside.
Just as his decision became final, a clear Ding! sound rang in his mind.
A glowing, blue screen appeared in front of his eyes, floating over the city view.
"Ding! Host has chosen the path of solitary refinement. New Quest Generated: 'Forge Your Legend.'"
Text scrolled across the display.
· Objective: Create your own original Special Move.
· Success Reward: 1000 Bey-Points. 1x [Phoenix Feather] - A consumable item that can instantly repair the host's Beyblade to perfect condition, restoring its spin and healing spiritual damage.
· Failure Penalty: None. The path to greatness is its own reward."
Karan's breath hitched. A Phoenix Feather. An instant, perfect repair. In a grueling 24-hour survival battle, that was more valuable than ten thousand Bey-Points. It was a second life for his partner.
However, the goal of the quest was what truly made his heart beat faster. This wasn't like memorizing a move from his favorite anime. It wasn't selecting a pre-made attack from a menu. This was true creation. He needed to take the two forces inside him—the chaotic darkness of the Abyss and the fiery will of the Phoenix—and weave them together into a single technique. The result would be something that belonged only to him, a power that no one else in the world could ever use.
"A challenge worthy of us," he murmured, a slow, confident smile spreading across his lips. As the System's hologram flickered and disappeared, his future path became clear and sharp in his mind.
His journey was fast, with only a small bag of supplies. He walked away from the city and into the harsh, untamed wilderness that would eventually lead him to the legendary Crimson Canyon. He didn't avoid the main roads completely, but he didn't stick to them like a slave. His path was a wandering one, guided by his own instincts and by any opportunities he found along the way.
He didn't avoid trouble;he actively searched for it. In a quiet valley, he saw a lone blader practicing with a Beyblade that sparked with lightning. Karan immediately challenged him. Later, a herd of wild boars, their tusks glowing with strange energy, ran straight for him. Instead of fleeing, Karan held his ground, ready to battle.
These became his training grounds.In the heat of the fight, he would experiment with his dark energy. Sometimes, he tried to sharpen it into blades to cut his opponent. Other times, he tried to spread it out into a huge, crushing wave. He even tried to concentrate it all into a single, dense black sphere that sucked in the light.
Nothing worked. The sharp energy blades would dissolve into nothing just before reaching their target. The massive wave of power would collapse on itself. The dense black sphere would tremble weakly and then pop out of existence. Every failed attempt sent a jolt of spiritual pain through him, a deep ache that was much worse than any punch or kick. He could also sense the frustration from his Beyblade. Dark Abyss Phoenix's ancient, wild spirit was confused by his complicated commands.
However, every mistake taught him something. He discovered the limits of his own mind. He learned the special "flavor" of the Phoenix's dark energy. He realized he couldn't command it strictly, but if he guided it with a clear goal, it would respond. The connection between them was stretched thin by constant failure, but it didn't snap. Instead, it was made stronger, like steel tempered in fire. They were becoming more than a blader and his Bey. They were becoming real partners, trying desperately to invent a new power together.
He had traveled for many days. When he climbed over the final ridge, he saw an incredible sight. Below him was a massive, messy sea of tents—a temporary city filled with thousands of bladers. The air buzzed with a crazy energy, a mix of dreams, nervousness, and blazing power. And in the distance, the Crimson Canyon cut through the land like a deep, red wound. It was a harsh and unforgiving place, but it was also breathtakingly grand.
He scanned the mass of people with his intense, deep-black eyes. It only took a moment to spot them. Gingka, Kenta, and Madoka were by a WBBA registration area. He could sense the energy coming from them, and it had changed. It felt more focused and solid, like a tightly woven rope. They had clearly become much stronger.
Then he spotted Kyoya. The blader with wild hair like a lion was standing alone. While everyone else was moving around, he was still, like a rock in a rushing river. He had his arms crossed and was staring hard at the Canyon. He looked so dangerous that people were unconsciously giving him a wide, empty space.
His senses picked up other strong auras mixed in with the crowd. There was a steady, powerful pressure that felt like deep water. He also felt a hot, sparking energy that was unstable, like a blazing flame. He sensed many more he couldn't identify. Each one was a possible rival he would have to face.
He hadn't forgotten his quest. He still needed to create his special move. The idea was still unclear in his mind, more like a feeling than a real plan. He was close to understanding it—a move that wouldn't just destroy, but would let him take complete control of the area around his Bey. But he hadn't figured it out yet.
There was no fear in his heart, only a powerful, single-minded concentration. He stood by himself, looking down at the biggest test of his life. The strong wind tugged at his long, black coat. In that moment, he knew he wasn't just another blader. He wasn't a follower or a apprentice. He was someone who would challenge the best, and someone who would create his own destiny.
His fingers rested on the cool handle of his Bey Launcher. From deep within his pocket, he could feel Dark Abyss Phoenix humming, a low, powerful pulse that echoed in his soul.
He lifted his chin, his deep, dark eyes staring not at the crowd or the canyon, but at the vast sky above. A fierce, challenging grin slowly took over his expression.
"Do you hear me?" he whispered, the words carried away by the wind, a vow meant for the world itself. "I am going to rule this world. No matter what. This is what my Abyss Phoenix wants... and now, it is what I want."
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