"Let it rip!"
The warehouse echoed with the sharp launch of two Beyblades. Rock Leone spun with its signature ferocity, its green armor biting into the stadium's surface. Across from it, Dark Bull charged forward, a thunderous roar in its rotations.
Benkei's arms were tense, his grip ironclad. He knew Kyoya's strength. But this wasn't about fear. This was about proving that he had changed—that he wasn't just a follower anymore.
"Let's go, Bull!" Benkei shouted, his voice filling the empty space.
Bull charged first, aiming straight for Leone.
The impact was brutal.
But Leone didn't budge.
Instead, Bull was deflected with minimal effort, sent skidding sideways as Leone held its position, as if it had anticipated the exact angle of the attack.
Kyoya didn't move. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were sharp. "Is that all you've got?"
Benkei gritted his teeth. "Not even close!"
Bull recovered, spinning into a wide arc before launching another assault. This time, it came from an uppercut angle, attempting to leverage its weight against Leone's side.
Leone met it head-on.
Another collision.
The warehouse shook from the sound.
But the outcome didn't change.
Leone's spin remained strong, while Bull's rotations visibly weakened from the rebound.
Kyoya's stance didn't shift. "You're still just charging."
Benkei knew it too.
Every attack was being read. Leone's movements weren't erratic, but precise—each rotation had purpose, each counter had weight.
But Benkei wasn't going to stop.
"Keep pushing, Bull!"
Dark Bull stormed back into the fray, but Kyoya was already in motion. His fingers adjusted the launcher, his timing exact.
Leone's spin accelerated.
It wasn't a flashy boost.
It was a simple, precise increase in rotation that allowed Leone to slip under Bull's attack path.
Leone's Tornado Fang gripped the stadium floor, sending a concentrated shockwave upwards as Bull passed.
The impact caught Bull's underside.
The result was immediate.
Bull lifted slightly, its spin axis tilting dangerously.
Benkei's breath hitched. "No—stay on it, Bull!"
But Leone was already in pursuit.
Kyoya's next command wasn't shouted. It was calm, controlled.
"Leone—press it down."
Leone's rotations surged forward, closing in on Bull's destabilized path. The attack was surgical. There was no need for wild strikes. Each impact was deliberate, designed to dismantle Bull's balance piece by piece.
Bull's spin line wobbled.
Benkei's arms tensed, but there was nothing he could do. Every launch angle, every counterstrike had been neutralized.
Then, Leone struck again.
This time, the collision wasn't a simple rebound.
Leone's spin forced Bull into a sudden upward recoil, flipping it toward the edge of the stadium.
Bull landed with a hard clatter, still spinning, but visibly weakened.
Kyoya's steps echoed as he walked towards the stadium's edge.
"I told you," his voice cut through the tension. "Weak blades don't stand."
Benkei's heart pounded.
Bull was still spinning—but barely.
Kyoya raised his launcher slightly. "I don't leave broken blades half-standing."
Leone's final strike was swift.
The green Beyblade shot forward, its rotation condensing into a final, precise hit.
The impact sent Bull skidding backwards.
Its spin line collapsed.
The stadium fell silent.
Benkei felt the blow more than he saw it.
The feedback through his launcher was sharp, a pulse that ran up his arm, knocking the breath from his lungs.
He stumbled back, his foot catching on the uneven floor. The recoil forced him down, landing on his back with a grunt.
His shoulder throbbed from the jolt, but he didn't cry out.
Kyoya stood at the stadium's edge, watching Bull's lifeless form.
His steps were slow, deliberate, as he approached.
He didn't look at Benkei.
His focus was on Dark Bull.
Kyoya's boot stopped inches from the Beyblade.
"I gave you the chance to stand," he said, his tone flat. "But it seems you're still crawling."
He raised his foot.
The intent was clear.
Dark Bull wasn't going to be left intact.
Benkei's eyes widened, his body ached from the recoil, but he tried to move.
Tried.
But before Kyoya's foot could descend—
Another sound cut through the warehouse.
"Let it rip!"
A golden flash zipped across the air.