Which Universe Will Survive?! The Strongest Are Gathering!!

It didn’t certainly take long for the warriors to gather, although it had gone a little bit too off track in regards to what Cornatto had to imagine, but he couldn’t expect anything too concrete given he didn’t actually know the kids too much-- not to mention that Corn was supposed to be dead, so he was sure there would have been a little bit of concern about what he was still doing in the world of the living. Either way, though, the first one to visit wasn’t certainly the one he had to expect to come first; Komatsu, given he was a Saiyan, perhaps he would have hurried there, but the one to come was Jarvis.

The Earthling Saiyan had never seen the guy before, but he had sensed his presence back during the whole Tree of Might fiasco and although he had mixed feelings about him; he had an amazing power, but not the friendliest of ki and not to mention his history with the others. Or well, from what he had heard at least, Jarvis had been the one to wipe out both the Outpost and Natto, and he couldn’t help but feel a small tie down his chest as he looked at him approach.

He hated to admit it but if Caesar felt like punching him because of his reasons, so did Cornatto because of what he had done, regardless of how chill and sweet Corn could be, everything had a limit, and that came to the friendly, earthling too. The Saiyan, though, also knew that this was more than just another fight of his or indeed anything else but a battle; this time, he would have had to get at least the strongest five to work together for once, either that or they’d have had a hard time to even aim towards victory in the Tournament of Power.

[Super Saiyan Two Full Power [x32] | Power Level: 11.603.136]

But, when he could finally pick up on Jarvis’ malevolent energy, he realized he’d have ought to be a tad more careful than what he had imagined, and thus, he flared his ki up and ascended to the second level of the Super Saiyan transformation. He showed off his sparkling, rigid, blonde spikes as electricity surrounded him as he faced the boy of smaller stature, whom, as soon as he had the opportunity, planted a fist in Cornatto’s stomach.

The impact alone caused the Saiyan’s firm posture and balance to break, his expression wider than earlier in a shocked and painful manner. He felt an empty sensation within his stomach as he felt his punch leave him out of air for a brief moment and all that was left was a stinging sensation that gradually made the Turtle Hermit’s posture to bend slightly forward, inches away from Caesar’s shoulder as he turned his head and glared at him and quickly aimed to connect with a punch of his own to the child’s stomach.

“Hehe... Oh well, I guess it can’t be helped. My bad. My hand slipped.”

The dark-haired man’s glare turned then into a grin for a brief moment, perhaps in delight that his hit would be directed towards the person that blew up Natto and killed Galen or just as an aggressive and humorous response to his strike that was followed by words that Cornatto couldn’t really understand as he had no idea about what Jarvis was talking about. Lagerus had told him only about the tournament, but he was mostly sure that she hadn’t even mentioned anything in regards to any of the fighters if not their names-- those that would have been selected first for the team.

Soon enough, more and more people arrived-- one of them was Komatsu that quickly grasped for the boy and pulled him away, not that it made much of a difference to Cornatto but that aside, he was glad to see that at least Komatsu had made it alive, while his brother had lost his life. Once more when he looked at him, he could see the results of their genetics as Komatsu looked a lot more like his mother than Nasu and the Saiyan King looked just like Natto.

“Haha, yo! It’s been a little while, Koma! Nice to see you’re still around here. It makes things a lot easier for me,” - he said and smiled at the fellow Saiyan, although the circumstances weren’t delightful at all. Though, hey! Wasn’t it starting to become one hell of a powerhouse? There was like a Super Saiyan Two, Four and also a…-- he didn’t know what Jarvis was, but he was mighty! The third one was also arriving, and she had even begun to emit a remarkable amount of energy as she approached the Lookout.

But, Corn did take a few moments to focus on Koma. “So, that’s Super Saiyan Four… Not my style but it’s pretty cool!”

Soon, Flare also joined them as Cornatto blinked and watched as the group apparently didn’t seem to get quite along with a particular person among them, but well, he seriously didn’t expect things to turn from zero to a hundred that quickly. The Earthling Saiyan waited to speak until he was addressed and there he chuckled with amusement as he pointed out at the angelic halo above his head. He didn’t know why but it was hilarious as hell for him to point out that he was still dead and yet in the living world but again, he was also surprised that they didn’t apparently know who Lord Lagerus was.

The man tapped his chin and nodded to himself. “Alright! I guess I’ll have to say all the story. In a few words! I don’t know if you guys know the Kais, basically the Gods that create stuff-- they aren’t usually that strong but then there are the Gods of Destruction, basically Lagerus-sama, and they’re like… incredibly powerful! So yeah,” - he paused for a moment and glanced at Flare. “That’s who Lagerus-sama is.”

The man soon cleared his throat and resumed his speech with no longer a smile but a rigid, far more serious expression than earlier. “Now, above her, there are other people and the highest person is the King of All-- Zenou-sama. Now, apparently, this guy is super pissed off at us because planets have been gone ‘kaboom’ left and right and many strong people have also lost their lives. Result of that? There is some weird number that is uh, the average strength of our Universe and thus, it’s got very low-- so, Zenou-sama wanted to erase our Universe. And just to make sure, getting erased is one thing-- dying is another. You don’t go to the Afterlife; you just stop existing.”

The raven-haired man let his arms lift up to his torso and fold over his powerful torso and looked at each one of them. “That’s what the Tournament of Power is for, there is another Universe that risks erasure and for one reason and the other, they decided to do it like this; the Universe that will win the tournament shall survive, the other gets erased. So, it’s either them or us,” - soon his lips grew into a warrior’s smirk, and his head lowered a little, but his gaze didn’t drop. “And personally I’m all excited about it! There are gonna be lots of strong guys, that’s why we need you guys too!”

When the two major forces collided in a little show, perhaps of power or just even for the satisfaction of getting at least a punch in— both for Jarvis, who had apparently more than a few buttons touched onto his nerves because of Lagerus and what had happened previously to his powers and also for Cornatto. Although he didn’t particularly show any angst, he didn’t forget that Galen had died because of this… child. He couldn’t actually believe that the guy that had done so much was right there and even then, one could see also just why the Earthling Saiyan used to be the Major of the Alliance and also one of those whom Natto wished to become Councilor. Many other Saiyans would have likely just tried to kill Jarvis right there, but maybe either age or his cheerful and benevolent personality, Corn didn’t really aim for any ‘real’ harm at Caesar.

Although he had to say, that fist he had engraved in his stomach, that felt good. After he had seen Galen anguish because of his loss, after how he felt because of how useless he felt and also the destruction of the ruins and Planet Natto, a fist was the minimum Jarvis was going to get from him. He didn’t mean any harm towards any creature, by all means, but that fist felt like it had at least sealed a little meaning beneath the countless deaths of the King of Hell— whether it was Saiyan blood or not.

The man snickered softly to himself until Komatsu pulled him away and watched as the two weren’t apparently in good relations either. It was kind of to be expected before Cornatto had even arrived at the Lookout, he already knew that there’d have been countless problems with the whole team. Unfortunately, there was little to do, Corn wasn’t certainly one to work with other people’s minds and all, so he was clueless as to which strings he should have pulled. He knew that, though, if they wanted to survive, they would have had at least tried not to kill each other.

Cornatto straightened his back and stared at the two with a blank and watchful expression. He tried not to show any signs of pain either, although he felt his gut sting ever so slightly at the punch from the little kid, he wasn’t certainly a child to be underestimated, although he had seriously expected someone of a greater posture and whatnot. The Turtle Hermit had to say, though, he could surely barely understand the child. Corn wasn’t sure what the other was talking about, perhaps because he talked a little too much in-depth or anything and the Saiyan was a lot more for straight and right into the point speeches. But it was strange that he didn’t even care for the Universe that much apparently, given the fact that the King of All would have erased the entire Universe as a whole and not only the planets, the galaxy— but its people, too.

“I can’t really give you much, but the tournament will end in forty-five minutes. It’s a time limit, so we’d be back home in less than an hour,” - said the man before he folded his arms over his chest and frowned. “You do know that if the universe is erased, we’re also done for, right? That includes you and even the God of Destruction.”

Flare had also arrived already but the whole group seemed to be too much involved in personal squabbles and whatnot. It wasn’t exactly the perfect ambient to form a team, especially one that would have to work together just in case. It was true that the matches were supposed to be one on one, but apparently, the King of All could be quite unpredictable and easily excitable, so it could have ended up into something different from what they were expecting. It was definitely not the best of situations for a tournament, nor the time for one, given the fact that everyone was basically done killing each other and send the other back and forth from the otherworld. But, Cornatto himself didn’t mind it, to say the least. He had honestly received quite well— maybe a little bit too well— the news of a tournament. It excited him.

Cornatto lifted his eyebrows in surprise when apparently Komatsu snapped at Flare for some reason; he didn’t immediately get it but it was pretty simple to guess that there had been a faint telepathic contact between the two. He didn’t exactly know what it was about and honestly, he didn’t really care unless it involved their current situation or something but he could tell that Komatsu didn’t appreciate it and actually made Corn giggle softly a bit as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Hahaha… I don’t exactly know you, kids, too well. But well, Koma, I was born an Earthling too…”

The Earthling Saiyan excused himself out of that little insult towards the Earthlings without much other than his goofiness and cheerful behavior without too much of a snark directed towards him or his statement; he knew that there was only bad water currently, at least, from what he knew, it wasn’t like there had been that much peace between the several factions in the Universe. On the other hand, there was a huge amount of chaos and he also blamed that poor woman— Karota, he felt like he probably owed her an apology for that little banter they had.

The martial artist had not found mastery of the Super Saiyan Two transformation at the time, so it was quite difficult for him to contain himself in such a chaotic situation, but he was quite glad that he had died— surprisingly! It had been one of the best experiences he ever had before. He had learned new tricks and also managed to power up considerably from the point he was at previously, in a short deal of time, or well, six months weren’t certainly a little deal but still quite a short time indeed.

At one point, though, shortly after the small comment, another figure showed up— although the fact that she didn’t suppress herself, she hadn’t quite been noticed because of the huge amount of powerhouses gathered in one place, given that she hadn’t transformed herself. While in the same place there was a girl with a flaming power in her hair, the King of Hell, a Super Saiyan Four and Cornatto himself, who had turned into the Ascended Super Saiyan shortly after the ‘air’ changed.

Air? Yes, things were pretty much tense and one didn’t have to be an actual sentient creature to realize it. It was a tension that would make a person’s back shiver and possibly only wonder what would have happened if just the smallest act of violence would occur and not be put to a halt.

The Earthling Saiyan had no idea if the sudden addition could be considered an actual benefit or if it would have made it worse, certainly, Tomina didn’t introduce herself with the kindest of words, as to which the Saiyan jumped in amusement, he hadn’t definitely expected her to be there already. He eyed her with wide, curious eyes as he let her talk while his lips remained still and silent before he let out a faint giggle. “Hehe… Well, she’s kinda right to hate you all. You guys gotta see the big picture and all! I mean, personally, I have no problems with the tournament! I’m all pumped up for this fight!” - exclaimed the man with a faint smile on his face, hopefully trying to at least break the boiling spirits beneath the conversation.

Cornatto had to say, though, most of the things they were talking about were almost out of the world. He had no idea what the hell had happened while he was off the grand scheme of things, but it looked like whatever chemistry there could have been among the group was long since destroyed. Was it that hard to get along? The man was also a war veteran and everything, but to think that a bunch of warriors who were at least beyond the mature age— or almost at least, couldn’t even just team up, for one thing, was pretty strange and very awkward.

“I am not too sure myself about all of your problems with Earth. Sure I have heard we’ve not had the best Guardian and all, but I seriously don’t understand most of your problems with the Earthlings. The Dragon Balls are not active, there is literally nothing that they can give you or any of them has really done much— and even if they did, it’s that individual’s fault. That was the mistake Kami-sama did years ago, to judge all of the Saiyans instead of Lettis alone. You should learn from them!”

Tomina then, hinted at just how feeble the barrier within the Afterlife was and Corn could actually agree with that if people revived left and right. In a certain sense, the Saiyan would have been fine with staying in there but he wasn’t certainly going to skip such an event! And there, the man just affirmed her statement with a chuckle. “Well yeah, a Kai teleported me there. It’s not like I can go everywhere like this on my own…—yet.”

The master of two schools remarked with a smirk before Tomina decided to take the command of things and explain out how the tournament would have worked out and that was about right. Although he didn’t actually know if they were totally going to be one on one matches, from what he knew, that was supposed to be so, either way, he didn’t mind at all! When she passed on the rules, though, Cornatto decided to slide in and give his input.

“Mhm. No flight and items. I am not sure what happens if you break them, so you might want to watch out— they may as well erase you from what I have heard. So yeah, be careful.”

Komatsu commented shortly as to how absurd the situation felt like and also hinted at his mom and dad and that made Cornatto’s heart skip a little— wasn’t he aware of the situation? The Earthling Saiyan stared at him silently but with his expression a little darker than earlier when he mentioned Natto. It wasn’t definitely the easiest of things to talk about, not to mention that Tomoroko had lost her powers. He didn’t quite know a pleasant way for him to know about all of it, so he guessed to do the most logical thing he could think up; hold him up, for the moment at least.

It wasn’t the right time.

Not with this atmosphere. The kids might have seriously ended up killing each other or something. Cornatto furrowed his brow as he looked straight at Komatsu and nodded.

“Yeah, we need to talk about that… I met your mom, anyway! She— uh, still packs a punch, yeah. Hah!”

Cornatto replied with his lips curled up into a smile, hoping that it’d reassure him at least. Then he looked at Tomina, as the younger Saiyan questioned him and what he had told her that time. The man hummed softly for a moment before he nodded his head a few times.

“To be precise, it’s a year worth of training in one day. But we’ll have to take turns. Basically, on this Lookout, there is a chamber— I call it the Room of Spirit and Time. It takes you to another dimension, where the time is slower and one day here, it’s one year in there. So, you’ll have to train for one year, but once you step out, only one day will have passed. The place is worse than a gravity chamber at its highest setting, so it’s not easy at all. And do not try to sneak in after this tournament, hehe. It needs Kami-sama’s approval to enter in any way. It’s only meant to be used when it’s necessary.”

Then his gaze shifted towards the group in general and hardened a little— in a serious expression as he tried to be clear with them once and for all.

“I have fought Lagerus-sama, Koma. Both your brother and I gave her a power that is about the Super Saiyan Three output. The thing is, it didn’t even faze her. When she came on Kaio-sama’s planet to talk me into this, she wasn’t in the best of moods. If this King of All can scare someone as powerful as her, then I have no reason to doubt it— or at least to believe her. So, without further questions, are you in or out?”