Episode 1: Upgrade and Rise up Valtriek!
After a long moment of silence between them, their eyes locked in unspoken curiosity and respect, the stranger finally broke it.
"What happened to your Bey?" he asked, his voice calm but sharp with interest.
Valt looked down at the damaged Valtryek in his hands, then back at the stranger. "My Valtryek broke… and I had to find help—fast. Do you know anyone who can fix something like this?"
The young man gave a slight smirk, his eyes lighting up with a spark of confidence as he stepped closer. "You met the right person," he said simply.
Without another word, the stranger turned and began walking toward the edge of the village. Valt followed quickly, intrigued. As they made their way along the winding path lined with wooden fences and handcrafted homes, the stranger glanced over his shoulder.
"You're not from around here, are you? Mind telling me your name? And your Bey again?"
Valt perked up, smiling with his usual energy. "My name's Valt! And this here is my partner—Ultimate Valtryek!"
The stranger raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity showing in his eyes. "Ultimate Valtryek, huh? That's an interesting name…"
He paused for a second before turning to fully face Valt, offering a slight nod. "The name's Kaiser. But just call me Ki."
"Nice to meet you, Ki! I hope we'll have a great time together!" Valt replied cheerfully.
Ki didn't say anything at first, but there was a subtle smirk on his face—as if he already knew their meeting would lead to something far greater.
Soon, they arrived at a large building nestled near the back of the village. Unlike the rest of the homes, this one had metal supports and was covered in signs and banners—each one painted with symbols of Beyblades. It buzzed with energy, and the faint crackle of electricity echoed in the air.
"This is your workshop?" Valt asked in awe.
Ki pushed open the wooden doors. "Sure is. And don't mind the sound coming from the back—we're just making Beys for some of our regulars."
Valt stepped inside and gasped.
The room was massive and alive with motion. There were shelves lined with launchers of every size and color, display cases showing rare Bey parts, several custom-built stadiums on the floor, and even a long workbench covered in Beyblade blueprints and tools. Sparks flickered occasionally from behind a sliding door, followed by the rhythmic clanking of machinery.
"Whoa… this is amazing," Valt breathed, spinning slowly as he took it all in.
Ki walked ahead and turned toward him. "Hey, Valt… mind if I take a look at your Bey?"
Valt hesitated for a moment, concern flickering in his eyes. He glanced down at the cracked Core, the chipped Blade, and the scuffed Driver. Then he looked up at Ki and slowly handed Valtryek over.
Ki examined it closely, turning it over in his hands with the precision of someone who had seen hundreds of Beys in his lifetime. "The design of the DB Core and the Blade… it's really something," he muttered. Then, without looking up, he called out:
"Dad! Come take a look at this—"
A door marked [Break Room] slowly creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed through the workshop.
Out stepped a towering man, muscles rippling beneath a sleeveless workshop apron stained with oil and scorch marks. He had a thick, braided beard reaching his chest, dark flowing hair tucked behind his shoulders, and sunglasses that gave him a commanding presence. His very silhouette was like something out of a warrior's tale—intimidating, silent, powerful.
This was Ki's father.
He walked over slowly, wiping his hands with a rag, and stopped in front of Ki. He gave the damaged Valtryek a long, steady look… and then, without warning, a single bead of sweat rolled down his temple.
"W-Where did you get this, Ki…" he asked in a low, almost shaken voice.
Ki blinked in confusion. "It's Valt's Bey. He said it's broken. Is something wrong? Or… is the damage that deep?"
But instead of answering right away, his father's tone shifted. There was tension in his voice now—more than concern for a broken part.
"Ki… I don't care if it's broken or not. The real question is… where and how did you meet this Valt?"
Ki furrowed his brow. "Uh… I met him like ten minutes ago at Mr. Frenzie's stadium, at the end of the village. He came crashing through the crowd."
His father didn't reply at first. Instead, he slowly turned toward the wide workshop window. From there, he could see Valt outside, laughing and smiling, already surrounded by local kids. He was trying out other people's Beyblades, spinning them clumsily and struggling to control them the way he could with Valtryek.
But even in his struggle, there was something in his spirit—an energy, a passion—that made him stand out. It wasn't surprising to the old man. Not at all.
"Even without his partner… that kid's still a storm," he muttered to himself.
His hand gripped the edge of the table tightly, eyes still fixed on Valt.
And then, slowly… he turned back toward Ki, a serious expression forming beneath the dark lenses of his glasses.
Ki's father stood in stunned silence, still processing the truth that was now in his hands.
Valt Aoi… he thought. This boy isn't just some traveler. He's a former Beyblade Champion… a living legend.
He looked back down at the battered Beyblade resting in his palm.
Valtryek. A name that echoed through every tournament, every corner of the Beyblade world. From Victory Valtryek… to Genesis… to Strike… Winning… Turbo… Sword… Brave… Savior… and now—Ultimate Valtryek. Every evolution, every battle, every story—it's all carved into this Bey. This isn't just a Beyblade… it's history itself.
Without another word, he rolled up his sleeves, switched on the lights, and got to work. Sparks flew as he opened up the cracked Core, replacing internal parts with precision and care. The Blade was reinforced, and the Driver rebalanced. It wasn't easy—he had to reforge parts that no normal Bey workshop would even recognize—but he worked in complete silence, sweat dripping from his brow.
Thirty minutes later, it was done.
He held the newly restored Ultimate Valtryek in his palm. Its parts gleamed under the workshop lights—reborn, refined, ready. He handed it carefully to Ki.
"Take this to him," he said. "And watch closely."
Ki nodded, took the Bey, and ran out toward the stadium.
"Valt!" he called out, holding up the glowing blue shape in his hand.
Valt turned, eyes widening with joy as he ran up and grabbed the Bey from Ki's palm. "Valtryek! You're back!"
He clutched it to his chest like a long-lost friend, smiling wide. But then he paused, turning the Bey slightly in his hand.
"Hey… what happened to the core? The golden paint doesn't really match the Blade design," he asked, puzzled.
Ki rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry… The old Core was nearly destroyed. My dad had to make a new one from scratch. The paint didn't come out quite the same, but… it's solid. Maybe even stronger."
Valt looked at the Core for a moment… and then smiled again.
"Doesn't matter," he said. "As long as this is Valtryek… I'm good."
The Bey glinted in the sunlight, a reflection of every memory and battle it had endured. And just as the emotional moment settled, a shout came from the nearby stadium.
"Hey!" a young boy called out, stepping forward and spinning his launcher. "I see you got your Bey back! Looks strong—but my Deadly Hazers won't be defeated so easily!"
Valt turned with a wide grin, excitement sparking in his eyes like lightning. "Oh yeah? You're just begging for a Burst!"
The crowd of kids quickly gathered around the stadium, cheering in anticipation. Ki leaned against a wooden pillar nearby, arms crossed, watching closely.
Let's see what this Valtryek can really do… he thought.
Both bladers stood at their marks, launchers at the ready. Valt took a deep breath, locking eyes with his opponent.
The wind stilled.
The world seemed to hold its breath.
And then—
"3! 2! 1! Let it Rip!!"
Two blades shot into the stadium, sparking to life as they collided in a roar of speed and power.
The battle had begun.