Arjun's early childhood in India was filled with the usual routine of school, play, and family gatherings. He lived in a large city where modernity clashed with tradition, but his family always leaned toward the practical side of life. His father, an engineer, was ambitious, and when an opportunity arose for a better-paying job in Japan, he took it without hesitation. Arjun, only six at the time, had little say in the matter, and before he knew it, he was in a country where he barely understood a word of the language.
The move was difficult. The first few months in Japan were filled with isolation, frustration, and an overwhelming sense of displacement. His parents, while supportive, were focused on settling into their new life, leaving Arjun to navigate the strange culture largely on his own. It wasn't until he met Madoka Amano, a girl from the neighborhood whose parents ran a Beyblade repair shop, that he finally found a friend. Madoka was sharp, observant, and endlessly curious—traits that would become the foundation of their friendship.
Despite their Indian heritage, Arjun's parents were skeptical of tradition, rarely indulging in myths or religious beliefs. While his grandparents back in India spoke often of legends and spiritual power, his parents dismissed such things as outdated superstition. Beyblade, to them, was just a toy, a mere distraction from studies. Because of this, Arjun never grew up with the same enthusiasm for the game as other kids did.
That changed when he returned to India for a summer vacation.
It had been four years since their move, and stepping back into his grandparents' home felt both familiar and distant. On one such evening, as he explored the old storerooms filled with relics of the past, his grandfather called him over with an amused smile. He carried a wooden box, aged with time and history.
"Your father never cared much for these things," his grandfather said, running his wrinkled fingers over the lid. "But perhaps you will."
Curious, Arjun opened the box, revealing an old Beyblade within. It was unlike any he had ever seen—its energy ring was engraved with swirling patterns, and the face bolt bore the image of a majestic white elephant surrounded by storm clouds. The metal gleamed despite its age, and the Bey had a weight to it that felt almost... alive.
"What is this?" Arjun asked, feeling a strange pull toward the Beyblade.
His grandfather chuckled knowingly. "Bakushin Airavat. A relic of the past. This Bey carries the spirit of Airavat, the celestial mount of Lord Indra. It has been passed down through our family for generations."
Arjun frowned. "Like the stories you used to tell me? But... isn't that just mythology?"
His grandfather's eyes gleamed with something unreadable. "Myth? Perhaps. But tell me, Arjun, does not every myth have a seed of truth within it?"
That night, long after everyone had gone to bed, Arjun sat by the window, turning the Beyblade over in his hands. He didn't know why, but he felt as if something had awakened within him—a calling, a purpose he had never known before. His journey with Beyblade was about to begin, and he had no idea just how far it would take him.
When Arjun returned to Japan, he wasted no time showing the ancient Beyblade to Madoka. The moment she saw it, her eyes widened with curiosity.
"This... I've never seen a Beyblade like this before," she murmured, turning it over in her hands. "The metal is different, and the weight distribution is unusual. It looks old, but it's still in surprisingly good condition."
"My grandfather said it's been in our family for generations. It's called Bakushin Airavat," Arjun explained. "But I don't think I can just use it like this. It feels... outdated."
Madoka nodded. "Then let's modernize it. If you really want to take Beyblade seriously, you'll need to bring it up to date."
Over the next several days, they worked tirelessly in Madoka's repair shop. They carefully disassembled the ancient parts, analyzing each component and determining what needed to be improved. The original wheel, though sturdy, lacked the refined balance of modern Beyblades. Madoka suggested using the Bakushin wheel—one of the best for balance-type Beyblades—while preserving the core essence of Airavat.
The energy ring was reforged, retaining the celestial elephant motif but with a sleeker design, its turquoise, white, and blue color scheme symbolizing both Airavat's divine nature and Arjun's origins. They designed a custom spin track, shaped like an elephant's tusks, providing enhanced stability and balance while allowing for unique counterattacks against aggressive opponents.
For the tip, they selected Coat Sharp (CS), a balance between attack and defense. It allowed Airavat to hold its ground against powerful strikes while also shifting to offense when necessary. After hours of meticulous adjustments, Arjun finally held the remodeled Bakushin Airavat in his hands.
"It feels... perfect," he said, running his fingers over the intricate designs.
Madoka grinned. "Now, let's test it out and see if it lives up to the legend."
Arjun tightened his grip on the launcher, feeling a surge of determination. This was no longer just a relic from the past. This was his Beyblade, his partner in battle.
Bakushin Airavat was reborn.