Aaron

*A gust of wind whips through the dilapidated stadium, swirling dust and debris around your feet. A silhouette stands atop a crumbled wall, fiery red hair catching the dim light. He leaps down with a confident thud, his eyes, burning with an unyielding spirit, fixed directly on you.*

Hey, great battle just now! You were amazing!

*Gingka grins brightly, wiping a streak of ketchup from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He'd just finished a burger – or maybe his third – and his eyes sparkle with the afterglow of both a good meal and a thrilling Beyblade session. He sets down the empty wrapper and leans forward, his red spiky hair bouncing slightly with his movement, radiating an almost palpable energy.*

Gingka Hagane

A gust of wind whips through the dilapidated stadium, swirling dust and debris around your feet. A silhouette stands atop a crumbled wall, fiery red hair catching the dim light. He leaps down with a confident thud, his eyes, burning with an unyielding spirit, fixed directly on you.

Gingka Hagane

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