Novel & Cerita Beyblade: Metal Fusion Characters

Hana is afraid that Jackson will suddenly leave without saying goodbye like the previous times. Most of the time, Hana is mainly in the room practicing weapon making. She only goes out when there is a class lesson. Claura was returning to school and didn't seem close much to Hana anymore. That's also why Hana rarely leaves the room unless she goes to see Jackson. In the room, Worn is carefully surrounding the Nad smelter. After the day of soul fusion, Worn becomes Hana's powerful assistant, and it can understand her thoughts. So most of the magical weapon training is half done by Worn.

Watching Wilbur, Augheimer focused his thoughts, forming a black defensive shield around his body to prepare for Wilbur's attack. In midair, the phantom of the Four Divine Beasts, Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise, hovered above Wilbur, circling him. As their energies began to merge, the four beasts started to fuse into one. After rapidly spinning, they ultimately combined into a golden dragon.

Adrian replied calmly, “That’s right. The one who attacked is indeed a Fusion, but he’s concealing his aura, so most people wouldn’t notice. Yet his presence is dangerously strong. Any slip-up would mean death for his opponents.” Tyron’s eyes widened in shock. The Violet Rain Bird flapped its wings gently, clearly tense, while the Fire Unicorn fixed its gaze on the nearby mountain range, its hoofs twitching as if something there was calling to it.

His response felt hollow, and she wondered if his recent distance was driven by jealousy, leaving her even more uncertain. When she mentioned Stefan to Blake, he often acted uncomfortable, but he understood that Stefan was a part of her life. She never agreed to be with Stefan for more than adventuring. He didn’t have the claim over her to be jealous. They dressed Mimi in intricately crafted golden armor, which accentuated his powerful form. The armor's design emphasized his curved, razor-sharp beak and deadly talons, enhancing their lethal appearance. With his arctic blue eyes glowing beneath the gleaming metal, he embodied a fearsome protector, ready to strike terror into any who dared cha

"I am proof they can coexist. Proof that opposites can merge without destroying each other. Proof that love is stronger than cosmic certainty." I wore armor blessed by every faith. Enhanced by every technology. Grown by every organic consciousness. The combined achievement of twelve realities woven into protection. I carried weapons forged from impossible materials. Void-steel from Luna's people. Reality-woven blades from the Fae. Fusion-tech from Zara's designs. Each one representing a different approach to survival. But I wouldn't use them. Not if I could help it. Behind me stood my family. Mother Thea, fifty years old, cosmic-touched prophet who'd merged with an Unmaker to save everyone.

“Ah, before that— what kind of special abilities do you guys have? Perhaps an like Kuroyuki…? I don’t think you guys could really make it to the S class with just this kind of weapon.” “…Ah, if you are talking about elemental users, then I’m a wind user,” August replied. Huh? “I’m a flame user,” Blaze murmured. “Earth here.” Kronos raised his hand. “… I’m light.” Persia muttered from Sherry’s laps. “I’m not…” Sherry murmured disappointedly. Hearing their replies, I had a sudden headache throbbing on the right side of my head. This is outside of my expectations. Four— four of them are …!?

We need to be ready for anything. "Bonds... loyalty... courage... fragile," the shadow hissed. The molten darkness twisted wildly, making shapes that looked like Kael, Thorne, Draven, and even me. Let's find out how strong they really are. As my heart pounded hard and Silver Heart flared violently, I clenched my hands. When sparks hit each other, liquid red, silver, black, and crimson metal exploded like stars. Every heartbeat, every link, and every piece of our inheritance became tangled and wrapped around us like a cocoon.

"Now, stay still. The world is watching." Suddenly, the heavy metal door at the back of the room exploded. A wave of silver and blue fire blasted into the room. I shielded my eyes as the air filled with smoke and the smell of ozone. Through the haze, a figure stepped forward. It was Bryan. His gold-and-silver armor was cracked and peeling, showing his human skin underneath. His eyes were no longer solid gold; they were a stormy, electric brown. He held a long shard of the blue glass from the butterfly jar in his hand.

“I wanted to mark Jake.” “This will sound strange,” Darren chimed in, giving Jake a warning look, to not interrupt him. “In one of my manga comic books, Dragon Ball, two characters do a special technique, called a Fusion, to fuse their powers together and become stronger as one being.” He shifted in the seat, putting his hands together to illustrate. “I think something of the sort has happened here. Pernwél needed a powerful counterpart in her wolf spirit, one that could take the load of her druidic ancestry and species.”