After Free hit Isabel pushed her way to the tee box. After digging out a pink ball she took a driver and smacked the ball trying to kill it. The ball didn't go that far, in fact it went about 5 feet into the long grass. Frustrated Isabel picked up the ball and kept moving.

The first hole was pretty long and before he even knew it Free was in the zone. On the golf course, time becomes irreverent and worries just seem to fade away.

Michael made it look like cake the whole entire time. His drives were impressive and on top of that his second shot was already at the green. Free somehow managed to keep up and Trad struggled a little. While Michael was off in another world Trad and Free were neck and neck. Free didn't really care but for some reason Trad did. Isabel was on the sidelines taking shots here and there.

Overall Free was having fun, his favorite was driving. The power was incredible, the way some people could hit it was crazy. It reminded him of blading, he figured he could apply the power from golf to blading as well making him more powerful.

"Hey Free, you're up the people finally moved."

Michael snapped Free out of his thoughts and he lined up to the ball.

Ever since they started there had been a group of boys who thought they were hotshots playing from the black tees.

Free didn't mind, he thought they were challenging themselves but Michael was more than just annoyed.

Based on Michael's shot on getting the ball to the green it went over so much Free could tell he was mad. Trad and Isabel on the other hand hadn't even noticed. They were having too much fun together.

Free smiled as Trad taught Isabel to put. He wished he had something like that.

The next hole was pretty simple, it was a short hole. The expected number of strokes for it was 3 which Michael explained why they call it a Par 3. They would've keep going but the boys were still on the green messing around.

So they waited and waited. Finally the boys got off the green and it was their turn. Free didn't notice before but Michael had been quiet. Trad and Isabel were fine but Michael was just quiet.

He looked as if something was on his mind.

After the boys got off the green Michael was up first once again. Instead of smiling he once again wore the same serious expression. The ball flew through the air majestically but it went too far and the pond behind the hole made a big sploosh.

Free could tell Michael was struggling. He had his head in his hand and was mumbling to himself.

"Trad it's your turn." He grumbled.

He sat down in the golf cart and took out his phone. Normally golfers didn't use their phones but Free could tell this was something important. Meanwhile Trad was as peaceful as ever. It was strange seeing Trad this way. Usually he was so demanding and uptight. But out here it was like he was a different person.

Trad's swing was different from Michael's instead his ball went onto the green perfectly. Trad even pumped his arms in the air a little. Free was up next, but as he was preparing to hit Michael's words kept echoing through his head.

You see when a golfer focuses on anger or doubt or even fear that will make him choke.

Free hit the ball okay but he felt something. The minute the ball hit the club he felt it in his hand. It was strange it felt like his hand was vibrating or something. But luckily the ball landed in the fairway.

Trad nodded his head giving his approval. Free just casually smiled back.

Going down to the green Free could feel the breeze from the golf cart catch into his face. It felt great to be out here.

Free quickly realized Michael was a crazy driver. He sped like a NASCAR driver. It also reminded Free of a go-Kart too.

Walking to their balls everyone lined up in position. Free started off by getting a four and Trad got a birdie or a 2. Michael hit the ball too hard causing it to barely stay on the green but he made up for it on the next stroke. After finishing the hole everyone decided to take a beat since the boys in front of them were still on the fairway.

"So Free hows Kris these days?"

"Oh she's good, last I heard she's hosting this tournament called the Battleship Cruise."

"What about BC Sol?"

"Good too. There's some new bladers like this kid named Drum and his friend Delta but other than that things have been pretty quiet."

"And Valt?"

"Oh he's been pretty busy these days last I heard he has a new prodigy."

"Oh really? Who's this mysterious new prodigy?"

"Her name is Valerie or something but I do remember her bey. It's something like Burning or Blazing Vahagn. It's pretty interesting, I can see why he's interested in her. Her bey is a fusion between two different bit beasts. A knight and a dragon but I haven't seen her in battle yet. Although with this tournament coming up I may get that chance."

"Tournament?"

"Yeah, when I was in New York I stumbled upon some paperwork in Shu's office about a tournament. It's called the Global Championship or something like that. I'm not a hundred percent sure but it does sound like something worth checking out."