BAM!
The stadium rattled as two Beyblades slammed into each other, sparks snapping at the point of impact.
Too slow!" one of them said.leaning in with a grin. "You're losing control already!"
"Am I?" the other replied instantly, eyes sharp. "Then why are you the one getting pushed back?"
BAM!
The Beyblades crashed again, harder this time. One skidded toward the edge—tilted—then snapped back into spin.
Yeah—that's what I thought," the second one smirked.
"Don't get cocky," the first fired back. "You haven't won anything
Behind them, stretched across the couch, a boy lay on his back with his arms tucked behind his head. His messy black hair, tipped faintly with red, slipped over his eyes as he watched.
He didn't move much. Just a lazy smirk, barely there.
You guys have been playing with those stupid spinning tops… what's so special about them, anyway?" he smirked.
Neither of them respond.
CLACK!
Another hard collision. The stadium shook again.
"Keep talking," one of them said through a grin. "You're about to lose this round."
"Say that again when yours stops wobbling," the other shot back immediately.
The boy on the couch tilted his head slightly, watching through half-lidded eyes.
"…It hits… spins… then hits again," he said slowly. "…That's it."