"Great I finally finished my enter searies of bayblade !"
Its been 2 years since I have been seeing this anime. All the ups and downs, all the battles everything was threelling about this anime.
I should be feeling happy as I completed and I can start something new next but–
"Its suddenly kinda feel weired as this anime ends, a feeling can't get words for."
For some one so busy and grown up like me , peoples around me always wounder just how the hell I enjoy these things and get enough time for.
"Steeva you are still up? Its already passed 12 now. Oh... so you were still seeing that childish anime! Tomorrow is one of the biggest day of your life and yet—"
"Ok, ok mom I'm gonna sleep now, dont be so angry birdie..." I said making a cute poute it always works this way.
"ok so rest well sweetie, Night-night."
"Night-night mom..."
light off
as always dark room are always better. Time passed so quickly and I have've grown this old. Who would believe that this biggest day is of my engadement ceremony. I dont wanna marry, I'm suffecient my myself. But who will tell this thing to my parents this is like an inevitable disaster I wish I could never face it.
Introducing me is like normal girl of wealthy family with solitary life as simple as that.
My parents named me as Steeva. Steeva Vernt. Living 27. A daughter of president who holds one of the greatest power in buissness world of 21st century. an super introvert yet a top tire doctor.
Dating...., Relationships were never parts of my reality at least physically. no one caught my eye so far however, ironically I'm getting engage above all not a month later but tommorrow itself and this horrifys me more.
Sure for one this wasn't my decision but of my family.
I truelly wish I could escape from this terrible present .
Got no chance out, was the one of three solutionary options I came up with.
Second would be if I dissapper from home, but with dad's security army even if I escape he'll find me from which ever corner I'll be at
and for the first one its if I'm dead by some mean only then the inevitable can be stoped. but who wanna die I love my hell after all.
Suddenly flashing screen of my laptop pulled me out of my thoughts.
"A feedback for anime ? thats new..."
A feed back questionary it never apperied for earlier anims I've seen. Whaterver lets see after all this is my favroute anime.
A mixed feeling of sadness and euphoria . I felt to cry but at same time I didn't wanted to stop my smile . The feedback is long with soo much questions. Everything
was ok but the last question...
{If only you could reincarnate in bayblade world what would you do? would you like to reincarnate ----- yes. / no.}
For a moment reading this paused my world.
reincarnation hah....
This idea sparked a hopeless hope... won't it be lot batter to be in same world as my favorite characters.
{yes}
I choosed withouta second thought. Adding more discription of what actuallly I would like to live like . I answered as if this is my last day of living. About almost everything about freedom I never had but want, inspite of being in free nation . All that became long enough to call it a novel chapter if it was. Regrettably too long . but whaterver I submitted the response .
My joyful solitary life gonna end tommorrow so why not to atleast fantasies about it for one list time.
Wrapping myself in blanket....I curled into a cocoon, the last spark of childish rebellion flickering in my chest. The darkness of my room was oddly comforting—like the quiet after a storm no one noticed but me. The clock ticked quietly in the background, each second a reminder that tomorrow was coming. The inevitable.
But I didn't want to think about that anymore.
Instead, I let my mind drift toward the Beyblade world—spinning tops, intense rivalries, epic tournaments, fierce friendships. For someone like me, who never had friends to begin with, that world felt more like home than the glass palace I lived in. They fought not for wealth or power but for passion, for dreams, for something real.
Wouldn't that be better?
closeing my eyes.
Just once, just tonight, let me live there.
Let me forget who I am.
Let me spin too.
In this thought, Sleep gasped me.
•••
A high-pitched ringing.
Piercing. Unfamiliar.
My eyes shot open.
White.
Blinding, sterile white.
Where…?
I sat up with a jerk, heart thudding in my chest. My blanket was gone. My soft bed was gone. Even the soft ticking of my clock—gone.
"Hey! She's waking up!"
That voice—young, excited. A boy?
I blinked against the brightness as my vision adjusted. Shapes came into focus. A group of teenagers stood around me, their clothes bright, stylized, like straight out of—
Beyblade.
No way.
No. No freaking way.
I looked down at myself. My doctor's coat? Gone. Instead, I wore a fitted clothes styled similar to them—sleek, dark blue with crimson accents and a strange, metallic-looking glove wrapped around my left hand. It shimmered faintly with embedded tech.
"What the hell is this?" I whispered, voice shaking.
"Whoa! You okay?" One of the boys stepped forward. He had spiky green hair, mismatched eyes, and an energy that crackled around him like lightning. "You dropped from the portal out of nowhere! You're lucky Kiyo caught you in time. You were falling like a meteor!"
I couldn't breathe.
"Wait… where am I?"
"Uh," he tilted his head like I asked the dumbest question in the world, "you're in Neo-Spintropolis. The central arena city? You know, the Battle Nexus? Bayblade?
My mind was spinning.
Neo-Spintropolis?
Battle Nexus?
This couldn't be real.
"Hey, you got a BeyUnit on you? What's your type—attack? Stamina?"
I looked down at the strange metallic glove again. The wristpiece shimmered and buzzed faintly, as if responding to their words. A holographic interface blinked alive.
{USER IDENTIFIED: STEEVA V."
"BLADE TYPE: ???"
"SPIRIT LINK: UNREGISTERED."}
A blur screen floted before me.
My mouth went dry.
"Steeva… V?" I murmured.
Suddenly, a memory—or something like it—flashed through my mind.
The feedback form.
The question.
"Would you like to reincarnate in the Beyblade world?"
My heartbeat quickened.
Did I actually…?
No. This had to be a dream. A vivid hallucination triggered by nostalgia, stress, anxiety, and god knows what else. That's it. I was asleep in my bed. My engagement day was just few hours away. I'd to wake up, put on the silk dress, smile for the cameras, stand beside a stranger, and lose myself forever.
But then why did this feel more real?
And above all why doing feel younger shrunken.??
"Hey, maybe she's new," said a softer voice. A girl now, with pale blue hair and eyes like glaciers. "You've got the look of a first-time spinner."
"I'm not…" I began, but my voice trailed off. What was I now?
Suddenly, my wrist device buzzed violently.
{"BEY SPIRIT DETECTED."
"INITIATING BOND."}
Before I could react, a fierce gust of wind burst outward from the center of my palm, forming a whirling vortex of blue and black energy. The crowd of teens backed up, eyes wide.
The vortex twisted, condensed—
—and in its place, something dropped into my hand.
A Bey.
Sleek. Midnight black, with glowing crimson edges and an eerie core that seemed to shift like a living thing.
"What the hell is this…?"
My fingers trembled as I held it.
A name echoed in my head like thunder.
"NOX PHANTOM."
Whispers swept through the crowd.
"Did you see that?"
"That blade—it's… it's not from any known registry!"
"Is that a… forbidden-class Bey?"
Suddenly, everything went silent.
A man stepped into view. Older than the others. Stern face. Black trench coat. A glowing emblem on his chest marked him as a League Enforcer.
"You," he said, eyes sharp as knives, "where did you get that Bey?"
I froze. Words caught in my throat.
I didn't know how to answer.
Because the truth was—I didn't.
And yet—
I held it as if it had always been mine.
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