Chapter 1: Genesis
Hey. My name is Justin, and I love Beyblading. I now live in Tokyo, at the heart of Japan. I was born back in Toronto, ON. I first found out about Beyblade during the plastic generation. I mixed and matched different parts, till I came up with one combination that I particularly liked, and I named it Tiger. Not exactly the most original word, but suits my purposes. It was fierce. It attacked. It spun still. It was fast. I first met my beyblading friends at High Park, where my mom and I were strolling after school. I had always brought my launcher and Tiger with me wherever I went, because it was my best friend. I had friends all right, but they weren’t the trust-worthiest bunch and so I did not put my faith in them. I was walking towards the big maple leaf in the middle, because I had not been there in a while. As soon as I hit the open space, I heard a familiar sound. “Let it RIP!†I tugged at my mom’s hand. “Mom, hurry! It’s a Beyblade Battle!†My mother let go of my hand, and I ran.
As soon as I hit the open space, I saw them. There were around 5 people, or less. There were two kids standing on the opposite side of the stadium, and the other 3 were watching the battle in a line, anxious to see who would win. I took out my Tiger and my launcher, and politely asked, “Hello, may I join in the game?†They turned around, and stared at me dumbfoundedly. There was silence for a second, and all you could hear was the wind and the two beyblades clashing. One of the kids battling picked up his beyblade and walked up to me. I realized he was a bit bigger than me. I tensed, clutching Tiger tightly. And the others burst into laughter, “Of course you can play!†“come on, I’ll take you on!â€. And that was how my Blading Life began.
Author's Note: Some of it is based on real life
Hey. My name is Justin, and I love Beyblading. I now live in Tokyo, at the heart of Japan. I was born back in Toronto, ON. I first found out about Beyblade during the plastic generation. I mixed and matched different parts, till I came up with one combination that I particularly liked, and I named it Tiger. Not exactly the most original word, but suits my purposes. It was fierce. It attacked. It spun still. It was fast. I first met my beyblading friends at High Park, where my mom and I were strolling after school. I had always brought my launcher and Tiger with me wherever I went, because it was my best friend. I had friends all right, but they weren’t the trust-worthiest bunch and so I did not put my faith in them. I was walking towards the big maple leaf in the middle, because I had not been there in a while. As soon as I hit the open space, I heard a familiar sound. “Let it RIP!†I tugged at my mom’s hand. “Mom, hurry! It’s a Beyblade Battle!†My mother let go of my hand, and I ran.
As soon as I hit the open space, I saw them. There were around 5 people, or less. There were two kids standing on the opposite side of the stadium, and the other 3 were watching the battle in a line, anxious to see who would win. I took out my Tiger and my launcher, and politely asked, “Hello, may I join in the game?†They turned around, and stared at me dumbfoundedly. There was silence for a second, and all you could hear was the wind and the two beyblades clashing. One of the kids battling picked up his beyblade and walked up to me. I realized he was a bit bigger than me. I tensed, clutching Tiger tightly. And the others burst into laughter, “Of course you can play!†“come on, I’ll take you on!â€. And that was how my Blading Life began.
Author's Note: Some of it is based on real life
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