Part 2 OC List
Jiang Sect
Yu Chunhua - Spring Flower ¦ Yu Qiuhua - Autumn Flower
Liu-popo - Grandma Liu ¦ Yu Fenfang - Aromatic Fragrance
Yu guard
Yu Chunhua and Yu Qiuhua survive the sacking of Lotus Pier, some of the few to do so. Now they follow orders given as their home fell, and search for Jiang Yanli amidst a Yunmeng in turmoil: Yu-furen's final gift to her daughter, as Zidian was to her son. With her former life lost to her, Jiang Yanli must decide how to approach these two remnants.
Chunhua and Qiuhua share an inscrutable look. “Jiang-guniang,” Chunhua mutters fiercely, “We do not serve Meishan Yu either. We serve you.”
That is… no. No. “Let us not pretend. I am no warrior. I am useless to you, and we have long loathed one another.”
Chunhua jerks away from her. “We have not -”
“Do not lie to me,” she says, unable to stand another pleasant word.
Liu-popo is a distant maternal ancestor of Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng - though they could not guess how distant, and she will not say - who has lived near Lotus Pier for as long as they can recall. But such childhood mysteries hardly matter anymore. Now, the most importnant thing about Liu-popo is that she is one of their few remaining allies in Yunmeng.
She has lived close to Lotus Pier for the last few decades, ostensibly to watch her newest descendants, but, as Yanli’s aunties whisper to one another, more likely because she is truly sick of Yunmeng politics and is waiting for those she doesn’t like to die. An approach only an immortal could take.
Yu Fenfang is a maternal cousin who stepped up to act as Jiang Wanyin’s right hand during the war. Her manner is brusque and efficient, and yet still somewhat more friendly than her sect leader’s general mien.
“Fine,” Jiang Wanyin snarls, snatching up his sword from where he’d placed it against the map table, “I will send Yu Fenfang to find us boats. She may only be an outer cousin, but she learns fast, and at least she is reliable.”
A sharp contrast to their older, more experienced relations, the small guard Jiang Yanli was gifted for her safety is made up of those too young to be sent into battle with Jiang Cheng. Whether Jiang Yanli has been stuck with them - children, baby fat still on their cheeks - or they with her - a soft assaignment with no expected excitement - is up for debate.
“Disgraceful,” is the first thing Chunhua says when they are all lined up before her. “Near a half-dozen Meishan warriors, and not a one of you was able to protect Jiang-guniang. Had we been your enemy, she would be dead by now, and you not far behind. Is Meishan letting babes play at war, now?”
Jin Sect
Jin Honghui ¦ Jin Hanqing ¦ Jin Leibin ¦ Jin Hunai
Dai Yanchen ¦ Tan Yijie ¦ Zhang Daxiang ¦ Zhu Jiaying
Jin-laoshi ¦ Jin Guangtian ¦ Wu Meiyuan
Of the disciples that are sent with Jin Zixuan to the Wen indoctrination camp, five were also with him at Cloud Recesses a scant few months ago. One is Mianmian, and the other four are cousins of varying degrees of relation. Mianmian thinks some of them have more reasonable reactions to their new reality than others.
Jin Leibin and Jin Huani are thankfully keeping their heads down. They know this dance almost as well as her.
Wang Lingjiao cows her precious gongzi, gives a nod, and behind her Jin Honghui and Jin Hanqing make the decision that they would rather die a little later than right now. As if her life will spare theirs from the monster or Wen blades.
Jin Zixuan, not inclined to disagree with Mianmian's assessment of their peers, goes forward into the war proper with a rather different set of people around him. Out with the old, in with the new. Dai Yanchen is one of the first of the new: a young man of low fortune and poor blood, but with a remarkable ability to make stuffy Lanling gentry like him despite all that.
Dai Yanchen laughs - at her or with her, she can’t say yet - and gives her an unerringly precise salute. “I promise Luo-sima, I shall entreat the gods not to take my wish too seriously.”
Towering over him is Tan Yijie, tall to his short, sharp to his soft, with a snarl to his smile. Not unlike Mianmian, she has caught the eye of Jin-furen - she reports to her more than any other authority in Koi Tower - which may be the only thing that's kept her a disciple of Lanling Jin.
Tan Yijie, a woman some years their senior who is known to have been on the verge of being kicked out of the sect because of her habit of stabbing persistent creeps, such as her superiors.
The third to join them is the inscuitible Zhang Daxiang, known for their remarkable skill with a bow, and their their utter lack of skill in navigating the social quagmire of Lanling: they care much more about the former than the latter anyway.
Zhang Daxiang orders their archers about with a grim smile. The spires of the foothills are sheer and unforgiving, but they are long used to climbing things that are not meant to be climbed with or without the aid of their sword.
Rounding out the new quartet is Zhu Jiaying, who has spent most of her life just out of sight. When she is in sight, she is cussing people out and perfecting her knifework: the joke among those who become her friends is that if someone can get along with Zhu Jiaying, they can get along with anyone.
“What options do we have?” Mingjue asks.
“Not a fucking lot,” Zhu Jiaying gets out, before Jin Zixuan quiets her with an exasperated look.
Supporting the younger generation of Jin cultivators in the war - for a given value of 'support' - are a select few older gentry. Preeminant among them is Jin-laoshi, a near-immortal elder of the Jin sect who is old and venerable enough that she thinks even Wen Ruohan a child.
The latter is related by blood to Jin Zixuan in a manner that no-one explains; it is far enough that she has a comparatively glowing reputation to her relations in Koi Tower, and close enough that she is blessed with great strength in perceptiveness and foresight, those spiritual talents that the Jin bloodline is so famous for.
Next in emminance after Jin-laoshi is Jin Guangtian, brother to Jin Guangshan and father to Jin Zixun. No-one can say for sure whether he came to the front to help, or to keep an eye on things at his older brother's behest.
He has the compact stature and rounded face of most Jin from the direct bloodline, sporting a thin moustache and beard much like Jin-zongzhu. The overall impression of him is something beautiful, but terribly excessive.
Far below the notice of the gentry are the working people of the Jin forces, one of which is Wu Meiyuan, who provides Jiang Yanli some assistance with a special request.
Yanli’s face had burned, and Mianmian, a good friend, an exemplary friend, had not mentioned it, and had taken the bowl with a sigh, before waving over a passing serving girl in Jin colours.
“What’s your name?” she’d asked the girl.
“Wu Meiyuan, Luo-sima.”
Lan Sect
Lan Wenqian
As the war rages on, the Lan sect finds that their numbers are too small to reasonably field their own force. Instead, they go where needed, dividing themselves among the other three fronts, beacons of light admist the dark. Lan Wenqian is one such cultivator.
Lan Wenqian; no-nonsense, pragmatic, and deeply respectful of hierarchy. She fits right in with the Nie warriors. Perhaps suspecting this may be the case, Xichen had assigned the taciturn lieutenant to Mingjue as his personal musical cultivator, and she has more or less become the de-facto head of those Lan who travel with the Nie regiments.
Nie Sect
Nie Qinqin ¦ Chen Shoushan ¦ Nie Baozhai
The Nie sect, while not openly at war, have been in conflict with the Wen sect for many years. Is it then any surprise that those in the most recent generation to reach adulthood, like Nie Qinqin, are already so pragmatic about the violence ahead of them?
They go through the Wen swords they’d won, cleaning and sharpening them as best they can. Grumbling reaches her that she’s being paranoid, and she’s not proud of the way she snaps at them. So many of them are still young, after all. But as Nie Qinqin points out in the echoes of her rebuke;
“They left us to die in that cave - do you want it to be war, or a slaughter?”
Removed from the fighting, but not removed from the war, Chen Shoushan continues in the proud Nie sect medical tradition of doing whatever is necessary for a patient: especially precient when the patients are often stubborn, anger-prone warriors. It's for their own good.
He needs sleep, Chen-daifu says, and gives Huaisang a very meaningful look over Meng Yao’s head before tapping a very specific jar on his desk.
Alongside Chen Shoushan in looking after the home of the Nie sect is Nie Baozhai, one of the numerous Nie aunties who have lived long enough to pick up administration duties alongside their martial ones.
He’s left a note on his desk for the Quartermaster, Nie Baozhai - an intimidating woman middling in age and built tall and stocky, like most of the Nie family, whose stern expressions have chastised him since he was too small to do his own braids but who has shown a quiet respect for his efforts running the fort in his brother’s absence.
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Ryuga x King Chapter 14 - The Start of the Tournament
(Cover art is by Zadi Jyne)
Ryuga’s POV
Ryuga fluffed out his white jacket as he and Kenta walked side by side through the city. King followed several paces behind them. He was eating an apple as he walked at the pace of a turtle. Ryuga didn’t bother hurrying him on. He’d tried that multiple times now, it wasn’t worth it. As they approached the stadium, Ryuga spotted several familiar figures standing outside.
“King!” Masamune charged out of the fray.
“Hi, King!” Toby and Zeo called, trailing after him.
Ryuga glanced at King. He had perked up at the sight of his friends, though he still seemed a little slow.
“Hey guys,” King greeted with a wave. “You excited?”
“Yeah!” Masamune nodded vigorously. “I can’t wait to crush you in the finals!”
“I think you’re a little confused as to who will be doing the crushing,” King replied, smirking competitively.
“Kenta!” Gingka’s voice called from the crowd.
“Hey, Gingka!” Kenta rushed over to him, smiling excitedly. “There you are!”
“Ready to win this tournament?” Gingka asked, holding out his hand for a high five.
“I hope we do!” Kenta answered, high fiving him.
Ryuga looked around the crowd.
Near Kenta and Gingka, Ryuga spotted Tsubasa, Yu, and Reiji clustered together in a sea of mostly strangers. Kyoya stood further away from the crowd, staring off into the distance. Only Benkei stood at his side.
“Looks like everyone’s here…” King mused aloud, making Ryuga look back at him. “So many strong opponents…” He smiled. “This is gonna be awesome!”
“Yes!” Toby smiled and nodded. He and Zeo held their fists out to King. “Meet you in the finals?”
King accepted the fist bump. “I hope so!” he exclaimed.
“Hey!” Masamune cut in, his eyes narrowed. “You two won’t be battling King in the finals because I will!”
“Right…” A look of annoyance graced Zeo’s features. “You and your… teammate.”
“Where is that guy anyways?” Toby asked, looking around.
“I don’t know,” Masamune replied with a shrug.
“Come to think of it…” King looked around the crowd again. “I don’t see either of his two buddies either. They must be running late.”
“His two buddies?” Toby tilted his head to the side.
“Tobio and Ryutaro. I met them yesterday. They must be running late.”
Toby shrugged. “Probably.”
In front of them, the doors of the stadium were suddenly opened. Above it, the display screen turned on.
“Welcome all bladers to the Metal Bey City tag team tournament!” Blader DJ was announcing as the bladers made their way into the stadium. “We’ve got twelve teams here ready to battle, with some having travelled here from overseas. The first of these being Chao Xin and Chi-Yun, participants in the World Tournament. They’ll be the first team to battle and their opponent will be… The Gingka Kenta team! Two of the legendary bladers who helped defeat Nemesis!”
Gingka turned to his teammate with a smile. “Looks like we’ve got the first battle, Kenta!”
Kenta smiled as well. “Let’s go kick some bey!”
The two of them rushed toward the bey stadium, across from their opponents: a purple-haired boy who could’ve very well been shorter than Kenta and a brunet boy who looked like an attention hog. Ryuga didn’t have a reason for thinking that, it was just a feeling.
Around him, most of the other bladers dispersed, going separate ways. Some went up toward the bleachers while some of the others went toward the back rooms where bladers could sometimes stay in-between matches. Ryuga stayed with King. Masamune was there as well, the three of them watching Gingka and Kenta begin their battle.
“The Gingka Kenta team…” King muttered to himself. “They could be a little more creative with the names.”
Ryuga raised an eyebrow. “How?”
“Like…” King shrugged. “I dunno, letting us name our teams. We could be…” His eyes suddenly lit up. “The blue eyes white dragon team! I’m the blue eyes, you’re the white dragon.”
“I’m Asian,” Ryuga replied without missing a beat.
“What? …oh!” King stiffened. “No, I meant your hair!”
Ryuga smirked. “Mhm sure.”
Beside them, Masamune giggled into his hand. King opened his mouth to protest.
“Hey!” A new voice cut in. “Are we running late?”
Ryuga glanced at the entrance. Tobio, Ryutaro, and Tetsuya were dashing into the stadium.
“We got a little held- UP!” Ryutaro gasped the last word when his gaze met Ryuga’s. He, Tobio, and Tetsuya skidded to a halt a few paces in front of them, their eyes were wider than dinner plates.
“Uh…” King awkwardly cut through the silence. “Hey, guys. The first battle just started, you’re not that late.”
“Er… great.” Tobio was clearly forcing a smile.
Ryuga tapped King’s shoulder. King turned to him. Immediately, Ryuga turned and stalked away toward the bleachers.
“Uh… bye then!” King called as he chased after Ryuga.
He caught up to him at the foot of the bleachers, where Ryuga slowed down a little so they could walk side by side.
“Um…” King’s voice was small. “What was up back there? With Ryutaro, Tobio, and Tetsuya? Do… they know you?”
“Battle Bladers,” Ryuga answered, not wanting to elaborate.
“Oh…” King nodded. He didn’t seem satisfied by that answer but he didn’t pry further.
“Ryuga! King!” Madoka’s voice cut through the crowd.
Ryuga looked up. Madoka was sitting alone in the middle of the crowd.
“Hey, Madoka!” King replied, waving as he made his way toward her. Ryuga did the same. The two of them took the two empty seats beside her, gazing down at the stadium.
Pegasus was clashing with Chao Xin’s bey, a Virgo, while Sagittario tilting its fusion wheel downward to barrage attack Chi-Yun’s bey, a Lacerta.
“Ooh!” King suddenly exclaimed. “Our first battle is against Da Xiang and Mei Mei!”
Ryuga glanced at the display screen. Next to his and King’s pictures, were two bladers he was sure he hadn’t seen before.
“Who?” Ryuga asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, I met them yesterday,” King answered with a shrug.
“Oh, the other members of Wang Fu Zhong?” Madoka cut in, nodding. “Yes, they’re strong opponents.” Ryuga just gazed at her blankly. “They were the Chinese team during the World Tournament,” she explained.
Ryuga dipped his head. *Whoever they are, King and I will defeat them all the same.*
“Pegasus final drive mode!”
Ryuga perked up at those words. Pegasus’s performance tip retracted and it began to glow blue as it flung itself into the air.
“Sagittario! Follow him!” Kenta called, swinging his arm.
Sagittario used the edge of the stadium as a ramp to fly beside Pegasus.
“Joint special move!” Gingka and Kenta exclaimed in unison. “Cosmic Arrow!”
Pegasus and Sagittario revolved around each other in the air, forming a blue and yellow beam that shot down on their opponents’ beys. Virgo and Lacerta were sent flying as the light burst through the stadium. When it dimmed, Pegasus and Sagittario were spinning side by side in the stadium beside the fallen beys of their opponents.
“And it’s over!” The Blader DJ was announcing. “With one move, Pegasus and Sagittario have knocked out their opponents and are moving on to the next round!”
“They have a joint special move now?!” King exclaimed, his wide eyes locked on the stadium.
Ryuga smiled. “They shouldn’t have revealed that so early on…” He turned to King. “And neither should we.”
“Er… King nodded. “Yeah. We won’t use ours unless we have to.”
“The next match will be the Ryuga King team versus the Daxiang Mei Mei team!” the Blader DJ exclaimed.
Ryuga and King stood up.
“Guess we’re on,” King stated, stepping slowly out of the aisle.
“Good luck you two!” Madoka called after them.
“Thank you!” King called back, waving.
Ryuga and King made their way down to the stadium, where Da Xiang and Mei Mei already waited for them.
“Ryuga…” Da Xiang dipped his head. “It’s an honour finally getting the chance to battle you.” He was completely level-headed, without a trace of fear. Ryuga wasn’t sure how to react to someone respecting him for reasons other than fear.
“But in a tag-team tournament of all places?” Mei Mei asked, tilting her head to the side.
Ryuga’s eyes narrowed. “What’s your point?”
“Er…” Mei Mei raised her launcher. “Nevermind that!” Her eyes narrowed to mirror Ryuga’s gaze.
The others raised their launchers as well, their determined gazes locked on each other.
“Three! Two! One! Let it rip!”
The four beys landed in the stadium. L-Drago instantly raced toward the centre, taking its defensive position. Variares followed. It began to circle L-Drago protectively. Aquario and Zurafa travelled around the stadium side by side, far from their opponents.
Da Xiang turned to his teammate. “Mei Mei, let’s break through their formation.” Mei Mei nodded. “Zurafa!”
“Aquario!”
The two bladers gestured for their bladers to attack. Aquario and Zurafa charged down the stadium side by side, gaining momentum from going downhill. Sparks flew as Aquario clashed with Variares. The two beys stopped in their tracks, leaving L-Drago wide open for an attack. Zurafa clashed with Ryuga’s bey.
Da Xiang froze. “This… this bey…” His eyes were wide as he gazed at Ryuga. “Is… is this even L-Drago?”
“Of course it’s L-Drago!” Ryuga snapped, realizing exactly what Da Xiang had noticed.
Blue flames fired up around L-Drago as it threw Zurafa back. Aquario slipped away from Variares.
“Hey! Get back here!” King exclaimed, sending Variares after it.
Before Variares could reach Aquario, the dark blue bey clashed with L-Drago. Mei Mei let out a gasp.
“I don’t… feel the power of the star fragment in L-Drago!” she exclaimed, turning to Da Xiang. He nodded.
Ryuga stiffened. He had assumed they’d noticed that L-Drago Guardian was a defence type, the first thing anyone asked him about his bey. *How can they tell it doesn’t have a star fragment?!* Variares clashed with Aquario again, stopping the bey in its tracks. However, Aquario slipped away again.
“Go for L-Drago first!” Mei Mei ordered. “It’s weaker without the power of the star fragment!”
Ryuga’s eyes narrowed. Zurafa fell in beside Aquario, charging toward L-Drago side by side. Variares swooped in, cutting off Zurafa. However, Aquario crashed into L-Drago with a screech.
“Is that how you see it?” Ryuga asked, raising an eyebrow. “Well, you are sadly mistaken, missy!”
As if switching modes, L-Drago shifted its focus from defending to attacking. Aquario was sent flying. Mei Mei let out a startled gasp. Her bey landed just near the rim of the stadium, instantly rushing toward Zurafa and Variares. L-Drago dashed toward them. Aquario reached them first, backing up Zurafa and flinging Variares backwards. Variares fell beside L-Drago. The two beys lined up and clashed with Zurafa and Aquario.
Slipping past them, Aquario and Zurafa spun away. Ryuga let out a grunt. Mei Mei’s bey drifted further down the slope, allowing Zurafa to start circling Aquario. L-Drago and Variares charged toward them again.
“Zurafa! Solid Iron Wall!” Da Xiang exclaimed.
A burst of energy suddenly flung L-Drago and Variares across the stadium. Aquario stood stationary as Zurafa circled it.
“Attack Variares!” King ordered, sending his bey toward them.
Variares suddenly screeched to a halt in the middle of the stadium, as if it were clashing with an invisible wall.
“What the?!” King exclaimed, his eyes wide.
“L-Drago!” Ryuga sent his bey careening toward the invisible force. “Destroy it!”
L-Drago fell in beside Variares, the two beys pushing against the wall with all their might. A red aura swirled to life around King and Variares. Moments later, a burst of wind racked the stadium. L-Drago and Variares charged through the stadium where the wall had once been, toward their opponents.
Mei Mei let out a gasp. “They broke through the Solid Iron Wall?!”
Da Xiang looked shaken for a moment. Then his eyes narrowed. “Fine, then what about this?! Storm Surge!”
As L-Drago clashed with Zurafa, Da Xiang’s bey glowed yellow as it quickly counter-attacked. L-Drago staggered back, wobbling a little.
“What?!” Ryuga exclaimed, his heart skipping a beat.
Then he realized. Zurafa’s fusion wheel was made of rubber, allowing it to absorb its opponent’s attack strength, just like the old L-Drago’s. Ryuga let out a growl. Was there anything special about that bey at all?!
“Again L-Drago!” Ryuga ordered, his eyes narrowing.
L-Drago attacked Zurafa again and again in a barrage attack but the yellow bey seemed unfazed.
“Variares! Defence mode!”
King’s voice cut over the sounds of metal screeching. Variares’s performance tip and fusion wheel shifted as it charged toward the centre. Ryuga glanced at his partner. King’s hair had turned white from earlier but Ryuga paid no attention. The two of them nodded. Backing away from Zurafa, L-Drago charged toward the centre. It circled Variares, similar to a dragon using its body as a shield for its smaller but no less fierce human warrior.
“Aquario!” Mei Mei exclaimed.
Her bey charged toward L-Drago. Ryuga’s bey knocked Aquario back easily, not slowing for an instant as it continued circling around Variares. Aquario wobbled beside them. For a few moments, no one attacked.
“Zurafa!”
Da Xiang’s bey charged toward them, slipping past L-Drago and clashing with Variares. King’s bey shielded the attack with its wings. Zurafa wobbled against Variares. L-Drago rushed to its partner’s aid, the two of them knocking Zurafa back with their combined force.
Mei Mei turned to her teammate. “Da Xiang move! I have an idea!” She suddenly ordered. Zurafa charged toward the edge of the stadium without question. “Okay, here it goes!” Mei Mei threw her hand into the air. “China’s Four Thousand Year Old Big Wave!”
A wave of water roared to life in front of Aquario. It grew higher and higher, towering over L-Drago and Variares and threatening to swallow them whole.
“L-Drago!” Ryuga ordered, gesturing for it to rush toward the edge.
“Get away, Variares!” King exclaimed, his eyes wide.
The two beys charged toward the rim of the stadium. Before Variares could reach the edge, Zurafa weaved in front of it, flinging Variares back into the path of the wave. The water washed over Variares. The bey instantly disappeared under the surface.
“Variares!” King yelped in alarm.
Ryuga’s heart skipped a beat. Moments later, the water was swept back, revealing a wobbling Variares. Ryuga stiffened. *We almost lost there…*
King stared at his bey in awe. “So… cool…” His voice came out in a breath.
“Hm…” Mei Mei nodded as if acknowledging King’s compliment. “Finish him off Aquario! Soaring Fire Bird!”
A blue aura glowed around Aquario as it charged toward Variares.
Ryuga’s eyes narrowed. “Back off!” he snapped, his heart blazing with rage. “Dragon Emperor Soaring Claw!”
L-Drago soared into Aquario’s path, fire trailing behind it like a comet. Mei Mei gasped in alarm.
“Mei Mei!” Da Xiang cast a quick wide-eyed glance at his teammate. “Zurafa, strong arm slash!” he exclaimed, looking back at the battle.
“Ares shield!” King called, flinging his arms.
Before Zurafa could reach Variares, L-Drago shoved Aquario into the sky, like a dragon taking off with its prey.
“Aquario!” Mei Mei’s voice trembled slightly.
A burst of energy racked the stadium. Smoke settled over the stadium, obscuring everyone’s beys from sight. Slowly, it began to clear. Ryuga spotted L-Drago, Zurafa, and Variares still spinning evenly. Aquario laid beside L-Drago, completely still. Ryuga dipped his head. He had to bite back a sigh of relief.
“Aquario is out!” The Blader DJ exclaimed. “The battle is over: the Ryuga King team is moving on!”
Ryuga snatched up his bey.
“I’m sorry, Da Xiang,” Mei Mei sighed, her head hanging low.
Da Xiang snatched up his bey. “Don’t worry about it,” he replied, his voice even. “We’ll just have to work harder for next time.”
Mei Mei nodded.
“Oh…” King sounded disappointed as he gazed at the stadium. His hair was back to its normal blue. “It’s… it’s over…” He let out a sigh, snatching up his bey. “And it was just getting good.”
Ryuga’s eyes widened. “You- we nearly lost.”
“Yeah!” King had a huge smile on his face. “No one has so much as challenged me in so long! It was so… thrilling!”
Ryuga dipped his head. *I know how that feels…*
“Whatever,” King shrugged. “There’s still the next battle.” He turned to Da Xiang and Mei Mei. “Great fight, guys!” he called, smiling.
“Same to you,” Da Xiang replied, with a nod. “You two work surprisingly well as a team.”
‘Surprisingly well.’ Da Xiang spoke in such a respectful, genuine tone but that phrasing seemed underhanded.
King just smiled. “You guys are cool. I’ve gotta battle you again sometime!”
Da Xiang just smiled. “Perhaps.”
King turned to walk away. Ryuga followed. They made their way back up the stairs to their seats.
“The next battle will be the Masamune Tetsuya team versus the Akane Ryuji team!”
Ryuga stopped in his tracks.
“Masamune and Tetsuya?!” He couldn’t hold back a laugh. “This should be good.”
King raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” There was an accusatory tone in his voice.
Ryuga smiled. “Have you met Tetsuya? He’s… well, how do I put this?”
“Completely unhinged and weird?” King suggested, tilting his head to the side.
Ryuga nodded. “That’s it.” He continued walking down the path. “Your friend is gonna have to carry the entire tournament.”
“I bet he could,” King insisted, his eyes narrowed.
Ryuga snorted with laughter. “Relax, King. I never said otherwise.”
The two of them took their seats next to Madoka. All three of them gazed at the stadium. Masamune and Tetsuya stood across from two kids: one boy and one girl.
“Let it rip!”
All four of them launched their beys. Gasher and Striker charged toward their opponents’ beys. Unlike their opponents, whose beys travelled side by side, Gasher was shifting side by side, forcing Striker to travel further back.
“Huh?!” Tetsuya’s eyes suddenly went wide. “What’s that over there, crab?!” he exclaimed, pointing somewhere in the distance.
“What?!” Masamune looked up. “Where?!”
King and Madoka let out collective groans. Ryuga facepalmed.
“That won’t work on us!” the girl exclaimed, making her bey attack Striker. The lime green bey was sent flying.
Masamune yelped. “Hang in there, Striker!” The bey landed on the edge of the stadium.
“Seriously, crab?” Tetsuya glared at him.
“Wha- don’t do that!” Masamune exclaimed, glaring at his partner. “It’s underhanded!” He let out a growl, looking back at the stadium. “I’ll deal with these guys, you stay back!”
“It is underhanded, but you wouldn’t be falling for it if you weren’t an idiot,” Ryuga grumbled, rolling his eyes.
King glared at him. He opened his mouth to refute him but his words died in his throat. Ryuga smirked victoriously.
“Whatever you say, crab,” Tetsuya grumbled, glaring at Masamune.
“Masamune would be doomed if Tetsuya were his opponent,” Madoka sighed, staring in disbelief.
“Maybe in that way, Masamune’s lucky Tetsuya’s his partner…” King didn’t sound like he fully believed himself.
“Striker!” Masamune exclaimed.
Striker charged through the stadium, clashing with one of his opponents’ beys. The other bey charged toward Gasher.
“Nope!” Tetsuya exclaimed as Gasher weaved out of the way. The opponent’s bey missed, drifting away.
Striker continued attacking its opponent in a barrage of attacks, making its rotation slow little by little. A few more attacks and the bey fell motionless.
“And the winner is the Masamune Tetsuya team!”
“Wow, they actually survived that match?” Madoka deadpanned, staring blankly at the stadium.
“That’s a miracle,” Ryuga agreed, dipping his head.
After those two, the Tsubasa Yu team, Tobio Ryutaro team, Toby Zeo team, and the Kyoya Benkei team all defeated their first opponents and moved onto the next round. Gingka and Kenta started the round off again. Their opponents were Tsubasa and Yu who, after putting up quite the fight, ended up falling to Gingka and Kenta.
“The next match will be the Ryuga King team versus the Masamune Tetsuya team!” The Blader DJ announced.
“Those two?” Ryuga raised an eyebrow. *This won’t take long.* He and King made their way down the steps. “I'll end this in an instant,” Ryuga muttered to him. “Stay back, King.”
“Wha-” King’s eyes went wide. “But I want to help!” he insisted, his voice cracking a little.
“Trust me. I got this.”
“I do trust you…” King sighed, looking away.
Ryuga and King stopped in front of the stadium. Masamune and Tetsuya stood across from them on the other side, readying their beys.
“Well, here we are King…” Masamune smiled as he spoke. “Much sooner than expected.”
King raised his launcher. He didn’t reply, didn’t even smile. Ryuga raised his bey as well, his narrowed gaze fixed on Tetsuya. The crab boy shrank under his glare.
“Three! Two! One! Let it rip!”
The four bladers launched their beys in unison. L-Drago raced right toward Gasher, glowing bright blue before slamming into its opponent. Tetsuya squealed in terror. Gasher fell to the ground at his feet.
“Wha- what happened?!” Blader DJ sounded stunned as if he didn’t know who he’d let into the stadium. “The battle’s barely started and Tetsuya is already out! The Ryuga King team wins!”
“Oh, come on!” Masamune fell to his knees. “That wasn’t even a battle!” He slammed his hand into the ground.
Tetsuya’s eyes were wide and unfocused, and he was shivering slightly. Ryuga froze. *Wait, was he one of the bladers I…?* He shook his head, snatching up his bey. This wasn’t like that. It was a fair battle, Ryuga hadn’t been trying to take his energy, only defeat him.
He turned and walked away. King followed him with a depressed sigh.
“King?” Ryuga gazed at him.
“I wanted to battle Masamune…” King sighed, wrapping his arms around himself. He walked toward the exit. Ryuga remained at his side, trying to figure out what to say.
“You can battle him on your own later. What's important is that we won.”
“It wasn't very fun though…” King walked out of the stadium, leaning on the wall outside as he continued talking. “I don't get you sometimes. What's the point of battles like this?! They're no fun!”
“I don't battle for fun,” Ryuga grunted, standing beside him.
King stared at him in confusion. “Why else would you battle?”
“To win.”
“Why?” King suddenly raised his voice. “What's so great about defeating people in three seconds?!”
“To prove my strength!” Ryuga snapped, glaring at him.
“Everyone already knows you're strong!”
“Do they?!”
“Uh, yeah?!” King gestured to him. “You're the Dragon Emperor! Why would anyone doubt your strength?!”
“Because I've gone soft! I…” Ryuga looked away. “I'm not as strong as I used to be and everyone knows it.”
“What do you mean 'strong?' Strong people can be soft sometimes.”
“Well, I shouldn’t be!”
King stared at him. “And neither should I, huh?” he sighed, looking away.
Ryuga stiffened. “I… That's…” Regret hit him like a slap in the face.
King’s hair fell in front of his eyes. “I… I need to be alone.” His tone was emotionless. “I'll be back in time for the next battle.” He turned and walked away, his head hung low.
“King…” Ryuga reached toward him.
King kept walking, not slowing or even looking back at him. *I didn’t mean it!* Ryuga desperately wanted to report. He didn’t think King was weaker… Did he? Ryuga remembered their battle with Da Xiang and Mei Mei: more specifically, being terrified that King would lose another match for them and ending the battle as quickly as possible to avoid that. King might’ve still been able to fight for a while longer. Ryuga hadn’t bothered to know…
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