Chapter: Bitter realization

How do I like this Kappi ^ - ^
Dranzer is just ignored ... the poor * give a biscuit *

"And now you, Leylan! I want to see a perfect start!" Ordered Kai, only a few meters away the attention focused on the following training fight.
Leylan fixed the center of the arena and obeyed to the second. Clover shot towards the targeted point at breakneck speed and without lurching as usual. With great concentration, Leylan followed every movement of her Bit Beast, his muscles tense to the point of tearing and ready to make up for every mistake Clover made. The thin golden rings on the outer edges of the bald made no sound, whereupon Leylan's lips twisted into a small smile.
Kai let her practice her start for the fifth time now - he just had to be satisfied with her now. She never let Clover out of her sight for a second, not even when she turned her face to Kai questioningly: "This start should meet your requirements, right? Can we now turn to a real match?"
Her voice indicated growing anticipation about an upcoming match, as she couldn't wait to chase Dragoon mercilessly through the arena.
Kai had crossed his arms and gave the black-haired Bladerin a haughty look: "You're good enough when I say it", and added slowly: ... now! "

His last word worked like a trigger and before Tyson could really react, Leylan let Clover go. As if jumping, she stood on the edge of the arena, ready to merge completely with the Bit Beast, who would be ready to walk through the fire.
A wild grin appeared on her face and she exclaimed, "So Tyson- now your due! Clover, get up!"
Her blade began to spin, faster, faster and faster, until only a black and purple stripe was visible and with a deafening roar appeared a colossal bird, resembling the legendary bird Roch to the hair, its huge wings stretched, it rose gracefully and lowered her proud head toward Leylan.His gold-silver plumage gleamed metallic and the deep black, wise eyes were attentively focused on the little person at his feet. Fine green marks could be made out on the long, sleek tail feathers - Clover.
On the chest of the proud creature, a shimmering ruby ​​shimmered surrounded by a golden braid. Leylan raised his arm, his eyes lowered, then let it slide to the floor in one smooth movement. With another deafening scream, Clover launched into the attack, the twisting gold rings on the ankles emitting a multitude of piercing tones as they moved.
The Baldes hit each other hard, causing a tremendous blast that caused Tyson to pull his arms up through clenched teeth. Through the narrow gap his arms exposed, he could see Leylan, enveloped in a huge cloud of dust, his hands clenched into fists and staring at him with deeply dark eyes.
Slowly it dawned on Tyson: The reason why she attacked him with such violence was not because of the need for training, but because of the need for a real fight - after a fight against him. He realized how much time had passed since they last faced each other - 3 years ago he was in the same situation and to make matters worse, he had brought the black-haired woman to her knees.
With another violent attack from Clover, Tyson was rudely torn from his thoughts - he had to get serious before Leylan got to him.
"Dragoon- let's show you why we are the world champions!", He exclaimed and with a deep growl a blue dragon rose into the sky. He raised his mighty head and let out a wild roar, with his long, mother-of-pearl-colored claws he kept Clover at a safe distance.
At the sight of the impressive dragon, Leylan involuntarily raised the right corner of his mouth and eyed her opponents appraisingly."No, not a second time!" She hissed and alerted Clover to the highest concentration, whereupon the huge creature lowered its head slightly and watched its companion out of the corner of its eye.
She raised her arm, Clover accelerated, stretched far from him in a horizontal position, Leylan's arm suddenly shot forward, causing Clover to attack. The blade let out a metallic screech, yielded without resistance to the sudden rapid pace. Clover zigzagged toward Dragoon, Leylan's growing excitement.
In the face of this predictable attack, an ironic smile played on Tyson's lips and he let Dragoon dodge skillfully. Clover, however, sped unstoppably towards the edge of the arena, pushed off and finally hovered over the action. The colossal Roch spread its long wings, uttered a wild scream and then dived towards Dragoon.
"Clover now- Final Execution!", Leylan's voice suddenly echoed across the square, hard, aggressive and confident of victory. In the next second, Clover fell like a stone from the sky, hurling red, pulsating spirals of energy at Dragoon. Tyson let out a violent gasp at the exertion of his so deeply connected Bit Beast.

But you don't beat a world champion in passing ...

The blue-haired, impulsive Blader bundled all his strength, then let Dragoon strike back mercilessly. A brief moment of inattention drained Leylan valuable energy as Clover was almost thrown back by the force of the attack. Tyson gave his opponent an ironic grin, but froze immediately: the black-haired Bladerin had furrowed her brow, her fists clenched again and her clenched teeth bared.
"I think that's anything but funny ...", she pressed out, while the wind picked up and her hair, like thousands of greedy fingers, flooded her face.While Leylan prepared for the next attack, Tyson assumed a firm defensive stance within seconds and motioned for Dragoon to withdraw.
Leylan made him feel very uneasy.
Meanwhile, Clover circled incessantly in front of his black-haired companion, wild, lurking, greedy. In order not to lose another second and thus to offer Dragoon the chance of an attack, Leylan focused all her energy on ending this fight. The huge Bit Beast above her flapped its wings with excitement, as Leylan's pure energy was instantly transmitted to Clover-ready to tear Dragoon apart.
And the moment Leylan widened his eyes and raised his voice, another voice, imperious and clear, cut the air: "Stop it!"

Leylan turned her head in disbelief, even if she tried to ignore it, she had clearly understood Kai. The blood rushed in her ears all the more and with an angry scream she set her sights on the team leader: "What ?! I'm in the middle of an important fight if you haven't noticed yet, you can't possibly want to break it off!"
Furious, she turned her back on the arena and stood in front of Kai. He gave her an annoyed disinterested look and replied as indifferently as possible: "As you can see, I can do that very well. And yes, I noticed that you are in an important fight. Apparently it is a little TOO important to you. No arguing - broken off ! "
It was difficult for Leylan to tame her limitless anger and not to knock Kai off immediately. Despite everything, he was the team boss and what the team boss ordered was carried out without complaint. After all, she knew a lot about leading and following.
Torn between the urge to start a solid discussion and her ingrained loyalty, she stared at the ground at her feet as if waiting for an answer from below.A movement behind her made her quickly hold out her hand; in the next second she felt the warm metal of her blade.
Clover's subliminal anger pulsed in her like a ticking time bomb and made it even more difficult for her not to express her personal displeasure towards Kai. It was at such moments that she resorted to a well-known method: she introduced herself in the strangest of situations ... usually. But this time she was so angry about the breakup of the fight, which was very important for her, which Kai had recognized on the spot, that she let him run into a cliff over and over again, blindfolded, mind you. She herself stood by and laughed herself half-dead.

Her sadistic thirst for revenge lasted barely three seconds as she reluctantly pushed herself back into reality and breathed new life into her limbs, frozen with anger. Without a word she slipped the blade into her inside pocket and was about to leave the training ground when Kai held her back with sharp words: "The training is over as soon as I say it - yours is far from over." Tyson adroitly: "Don't stand around like a pillar of salt; your moves are so erratic that I would have to cry I would be sentimental. Station five should give you enough space to change this - as soon as possible."
Annoyed, the leader sent the sprinting Blader a look, then focused his attention again on the black-haired, clearly tense, young woman.

"Do you want to talk about it now or later?"
In that sense, his question was actually not a real question, more of a cautious invitation. Leylan acknowledged his expressionless voice with an ice-cold look from flashing eyes, but finally took pity on an answer: "What is Leader about? With one of your 'I-am-the-greatest-here-start' looks you have surely be able to grasp the whole situation in the core, right? "The irony was having a stormy party in her voice.
Kai preferred to ignore her remark and not let himself be influenced by feelings, which is why he returned more or less coldly: "Any idiot, even Eve, could have recognized that this was more than just a practice fight . If you don't want to explain, fine ... as you already suspected, the situation is crystal clear and so I am in no way dependent on your explanation. Let's make it short and sweet: Under no circumstances can I get you for the next World Cup or the Report Elitary Championship if you are not at peace with each of the team members.
That would be fatal, especially in the fights of the Elitary Championship. However, personal feuds do not belong in training - so that it is very clear. "
His words hit Leylan like a slap, she felt so humiliated and misunderstood.

> As if I were a complete beginner ... <i, she thought grudgingly and then said aloud: "Sure ... even if I have to remind you that no tournament will run without me - you