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In a short amount of time, followed by flashes of light that signaled the arrival of each angel from the corresponding universes; seven and four, it was finally time. The King of All had ever so much been waiting for this, for their small eyes to experience once more a battlefield such as the one of the previous tournament that had taken place years ago. The Grand Priest had heard and seen magnificent things about them in the meanwhile, so he could not help but also feel a hint of curiosity whilst the candidates slowly came into existence upon the tiled floor.
The Angel presented himself with a short height, blue attire and white hair— obviously donned with an angelic halo. Soon enough, he directed his gaze towards the newcomers with both his hands held behind his back as he spoke.
“Universe Four. Universe Seven. Welcome to the World of Void, a place where both space and time do not exist; a place where there was literally nothing other than the void itself but that is until this stage was built,” - said the angel who stood upon a special platform above the skies of the fighting stage.
“Angels. Gods. Please settle yourselves in the spectator area. The tournament shall begin shortly.”
While now, all fighters of each universe were located upon the surface of the arena, for a battle royale that would have hopefully satisfied the King of All's spirit.
Mastered Forms: Super Saiyan [x16], Super Saiyan 2 [x32], Super Saiyan 3 [x46]
Mastered God Forms: Super Saiyan God [x56], Super Saiyan Blue [x60]
Afterlife: Makaioken [x2-x10]
Advanced Scouter (Red), Perfect Medical Machine,
Training Dojo, Martial Arts School,
Palace of the King (Estate 75%)
Planet Yasai
Mothership (Star Javelin) +x2 Cargo Bay Adjustment
E.S. (Heaven's Arrow) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
E.S. (Brave Vesperia) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
Teleporting to the benches around the three large arenas of the World of Void, the Gods of Universe 4 arrived at the place. Int he middle there was Cognac, the angel responsible for attending the God of Destruction. He had quite a vague - almost distracted - look on his face, keeping a serious feature and not uttering a word, almost as if he was just there to fulfill his duties and nothing else. To his left, Kron, the Grand Supreme Kai of the universe, the leader of the gods of creation. He stood there serious and proud. As he got there, he sighed deeply and nodded to himself before turning to the side and staring at the God of Destruction, Lady Weiss. "We are finally here. Hopefully they will do well in this tournament and we will be able to correct our ways in the future." and although he clearly didn't get along with her, he was trying to be civil.
Lady Weiss, on the other hand, gritted her teeth and stared at him dead in the eyes. "Shut up, you idiot! This is all your fault! I'm not in the mood for your bullshit talk! I'm going to guarantee that our universe wins! I don't need your help!" she roared at the Kaioshin, who just sighed deeply and gazed away fro her and to the angel. "Cognac, are the warriors ready?" he asked and the angel nodded. "Very well, Lord Kron." he said in a formal tone and with a movement of his staff, all the ten warriors of Universe 4 were teleported to their respective arenas.
Base [x+1/x+0], Enrage [x2], Mastered Power [x5], Super Elemi [x13], Attuned Super Elemi [x20], Unleashed Super Elemi [x32/x24], Mastered Super Elemi [x35], True Elemental [x45], False God [x56/x55] True God [x60]
Mospira teleported to the arena, along with the three other fighters in the U4 group. The red skinned Arlian stood over 8 feet tall, and wasn't suoressing her power at all. She was quite the intimidating figure to say the least. She was the strongest in her group, so she wasted no time dictating who was in charge.
"I don't care what you do during the first part of the fight, since we need to test the water for poison before we drink it. Don't get yourselves killed and ruin everyone else with your stupidity. If I give any of you orders, I expect you to follow them. Anyone who doesn't follow an order I give shall have their home planet ravaged by my hoard."
Mospira turned away from them, her long pink her flowing out from behind her. She was keeping her wings folded for now, hiding them until she needed them. They would prove to be most advantageous in the fight to come. Her regular and compound eyes both scanned the arena, waiting for any signs of their opponents from the other universe. Whoever they were, they would know true terror as they fell by her hand.
A new day, a new world. He was a changed man following his fierce training regimen with Komatsu, he'd become far more powerful than he once was. Furthermore, the now twenty-three year old Saiya-jin Elite had gained quite a bit of wisdom from the leader of the Remnant Alliance. He'd learned one thing for certain, to never show his hand. To never let the dealer know what cards he was holding. Furthermore, he'd fight as if his very existence...not just his life...depended on it. Not only his existence but the entire Universe.
And so he appeared, along with the rest of the Universe Seven team, standing tall in his Saiya-jin war armor. The solid black armor had purple highlights on the hip pads, abdomen, and shoulder pads. All metallic, along with silver lines on his fingerless gauntlets and black boots.
The man stepped forward, a stoic look in his dark brown eyes. He would first look at the opposing team with great scrutiny, assessing what faults and weaknesses he could exploit. But he hadn't seen them in action...so he had to go by appearances for now. He gave one look at the creature barking orders to the rest of them, his eyes narrowing. Yet, he stayed utterly silent, simply turning to move over to his teammates.
He stood, his power neither lowering or rising. It would stay still, like a stone in a roaring river. By all appearances, in his suppressed state he wouldn't even appear to be much of a threat at all. He inhaled a deep breath and exhaled, simply waiting.
Wc: 267 Twc: 267
"You claim to know the definition of "pain". Allow me to show you it's true meaning!"- Carva
Second Form [x4], Third Form [x8], True Form [x11]
Heavy Weighted Clothing (75%), Stick on third eye,
The Gold-plated Festive Dead-Ringer, House (30% Gains), x50 Grav Chamber
Dojo, Martial Arts School (x2)
CHARACTER SHEET
APPLICATION
TRACKER
[M-AD] Kold Elite School
about Tundra
Tundra has many cons; incomplete form, technique, and anger, all of which somehow are his pros too.
Comely would grunt, stretching his neck out as he touched the side of his cheek, making sure the makeup that heavily coated his face didn't smear, he was one for fashion you see. Even if his universe was on the line, he wasn't going to enter without looking his best, why, what's a victory worth if you can't impress anyone? He'd brush his hair to his side, for this tournament he was wearing armor that was masterfully crafted, it looked as if from the medieval days with a modern spin, gilded in all it's glory, and a fur cape hanging by the back, these people, they didn't even know what the word fashion meant! Beyond disgusting!
He'd look over to the other contestant from Universe 4, repulsive, both in attitude and appearance. They dare order him around? Who do they even realize they're talking with? Hell, the fact that he was wearing clothes pretty much put him at a level above her, at least in tastes.
He'd stare across, looking at that one man, he looked surprisingly young, and at least had some apparel on. Honestly, he's earned more respect from Comely than Comely's teammates. With a twinge of curiosity, Comely would use his advanced level of Ki-Sense and his mental prowess to try to delve into his mind. However, being unable to, something he could only deduce as the man's own mental fortitude...
Although, he did get an unsuppressed reading on his power.
And it did not make him happy.
"Ugh, let's just start already, get this over with as soon as possible."
Umarugogue, along with the rest of his supposed "Team" were instantly teleported to their arena, barely acknowledging their presence at all besides a quick glance in either of their directions. This was where they were fighting...? And where was the rest of their team? Whatever. He didn't need them if they were too worthless to show up. All that mattered was the Hunt from this point on... And a hunter needed prey... The wolf began sniffing about the arena, using his superior senses instead of typical ki-sensing to navigate farther distances, attempting to detect his targets. He wasn't picking up much so far... maybe because of this "void" location they were all brought to. Umarugogue snorted in annoyance, lowering himself on all fours as to be ready when combat came to them and their battle began.
So this was where the fate of the universe would be decided one way or another, huh? Certainly lived up to it's name, being a plane of absolute nothingness.
Mastered Power (x5)
Controlled Great Ape (x10)
Evil Power Surge (x14)
True Super Saiyan (x19)
Legendary Super Saiyan (x34)
True Legendary Super Saiyan (x50)
Estate (+150x Gravity Machine)
Dojo + Martial Arts School
Namekian Dragon Radar, x2 Advanced Scouter
Farm (80% Shop)
Van Eltia (Mothership)
(+2 Cargo Bay Adjustment, x2 Perfect Medical Machine, Advanced Gravity Machine, x1 Boost Thrusters)
x100 Gravity Machine
Cendo (25%)
SIC (Tetsu) (75%)
x1 Medicine Brew (Senzu)
x1 Extra DB Roll
x1 Unique Capsule
The Metalman out of sudden teleported from his initial position to here, the world of void. His Ki sensing picked up signature energy of several beings, but not the plants and the animals he loved dearly. In fact, the arena ground itself is lifeless, without hint of life. It's befitting for world where nothing exist sans this area. Yes, it would allow many of the fighter to not hold back any punches, including himself. Yet what is this feeling of displeasure? Why he wished before his erasure or death, he would love to once again touches those fragile life? Fusa-san had no idea... still, at the same time, he is not willing to lose just like that. He walked around the field, making sure of its thickness. Several heavy footsteps, reverbrated. He's far heavier than his fellow Metalmen, so knowing the durability of the arena helped him a lot. Fortunately, it looks like it's strong enough to handle his walking and running weight. Pleased at his little test, the Metalman turned to his fellow competitor. One is... a fellow that helped him to train to this point. He still think that it's not enough, but in the end, they're chased by time. The said man is named Jinzo, a Yadrat. Fusa-san lowered his head in respect to the far more experienced Yadrat. They need strategy however. The Metalman used a sign language to expresses his desire to come up with some plan. As much as he wanted to chat with the other combatant, he doesn't sense air of friendliness on the beast at all. That race... what was it called? He forgot.
"...Sho-poo..."
...Meanwhile on the side of U7... Is it fair to strike a chat with them? Perhaps they don't even want to talk, but that's fine with him. The less personally attached he felt, the better. For once, he had to assume the cold guy role. That's a bit saddening for the warm hearted Metalman. He, at least want to know the names of people that might end up dying. No one would miss him, he have no family, no close associates. The Metalman simply drifts from a planet to another to restore life, that is his personal mission. He might gain an admirer or two, but in the end, they'll quickly forgot about him. He, meanwhile, won't forget them at all. Or at least he hopes so.
"...Sho-foo..."
...It's getting depressing. The Metaman shook his head to clear up his thought. There's no backing down now.
In only the blink of an eye, she found herself appearing in this arena they were supposed to fight in, alongside the other strongest in her universe. The arena was pretty legit from what little she was already seeing, though she found herself whistling more at the power that had all gathered here.
Yeah, there was no doubting these guys were all pretty stronger than she was. The only familiar faces she saw was the Arlian, Wolfman, and Yardrat, making the rest of them interesting strangers. The potential Crocolisk and Metalmen, were the new ones that caught her eye the most of those here.
Guy didn’t really have the best of attitudes, but dayum, he was pretty good looking. Those of his kind she had already slept with him, weren’t too bad in the sack. It easily placed a grin on her face, more than being here already did. She was totally pumped to get started with this whole thing.
"Got it. So hey, if you can make it past the first round with these guys, you want to take a quick break after for a little...”
Giving the Arlian a thumbs up, after that whole little introduction speech, she had quickly moved towards the blue-skinned man, in her own blink of an eye. The right of her hand shook near her mouth, as she repeatedly puffed the left side of her cheek, to show exactly what she was hinting at.
”Though if they’re going to give us time now, why not right?”
Whether or not the Crocolisk had answered, she had finally turned her attention to the team that was across from them. A whole different universe, and they had so many guys that looked like Androids. If it wasn’t for the tails that some of them had, anyway. It was pretty weird to see.
And these guys were supposed to be doing as bad as they were, huh? Maan, it made her wonder what kind of action she was missing over at this universe, that hers didn’t have. One thing that was pretty clear, but also funny, was that both their sides had practically the same number of females.
”Hey, we’ve got a little time to talk, don’t we? Yeaah, thanks.”
Her eyes had briefly glanced over to the angel that had taken them here for her question, before making her way a bit forward in front of where the group was, and waving. It was going to so blow that someone on both sides were likely going to die at one point. Couldn’t hold back and all that jazz.
She had planned on taking this tournament pretty casually, and still somewhat was, but there was no denying all the energy that was around here. It was just great, and she knew Severance and Waver were likely both going to taste blood. Hopefully she could do a decent job at things.
"Hey, are most of you guys Androids or something? A lot of you guys look really alike, it’s pretty weird."
There were a couple of planets she still hadn’t visited back in her universe, but most of their faces or bodies didn’t look like any race that she could remember seeing. Androids though, were a whole different thing entirely. Man, those things could be pretty tough to fight, if they knew how to.
Knowing that they were straight up at an arena, it kinda sucked knowing there wasn’t any capsule rooms or anything for them, like what she imagined, hearing about this kind of tournament. Though with only two teams, she guessed this wasn’t really supposed to be that long of a tournament.
Together with the Team 4, a lit bit ahead of Lady Weiss, was a strange figure. Small, too small actually, it's form was that of a two dimensional black triangle wearing a top hat and wielding a cane, one single eye slightly above the middle of his body. All of that of his own desire. Makes it easier to deal with people if they think you're harmless.
Buck Riddle, was acting like a well-behaved child, looking around everywhere but still and quiet. Even when the tall red arlian began to sprout her "orders", he would only chuckle to himself, turn to look at the Goddess of Destruction behind him and take his hat for her. He would wink but with only one eye that was a demanding task.
Still, even if he looked like he was behaving, the Dream Demon was already probing the "weaker minds" in search for any advantages they might gave him. So far he could sense arrogance from the arlian, the crocolisk, and the canidite - "Huh...I knew it. Everytime, why does the strong always get cocky? This guys might offer some resistance to my charms, I hope they're also greedy, that would ease things up. And what about you big man?" - thought to himself and then looking at the metalmen - "Ohhhh...this one i so cute! I do hope for him not to lose! And of course I may help him with that...hehehehehe"
There was also a konatsian woman and... - "WOW!! This girl is ready for action! Should I help her ease up some of her tension...? Nah! Stay pumped, I think we will need every last bit of these energy of yours...and maybe some of mine too"
The demon would now wait for the other members to arrive, it's probably have knowledge of the full deck before start dealing the cards...
Post by Kamen no Saiyajin on Feb 11, 2018 10:35:58 GMT -5
[ Piero ]
"Oh-ho, ho, ho. Isn't this quite lovely?" The somewhat high pitched voice of Universe 4's most bloodthirsty, psychotic killer would make itself known. The figure known to assuming, however the evil, demonic energy that plagued the being could be felt from all directions. He was not the strongest here, but he was definitely the most lethal. He was decked out in his full "jester's" outfit, gently tapping the pointy end of his staff against the ground, in an almost impatient manner. "The World of Void, hm? I like the sound of it, I like the way it feels. When I'm done here, I may wish for this place to become my new home! OH, HO, HO, HO, HO!!" Though his voice sounded cheery enough, there was definitely a sense of maliciousness within there, as his eyes darted about the arena itself.
He took his place with his teammates, not saying much of anything at all. Perhaps he had visited their planets in the past, killed some of their ancestors who would have otherwise contributed more to their Universe had he not. Perhaps in his long history of chaos they had crossed paths once or twice, but who really knew. "What a bother! We didn't need a tournament to kill off an entire Universe. I could have done that well enough all by my lonesome. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
[ Base PL: 700,000 ] [ WC: 225 ]
PROFILE THEME Balanced Fighting Tree 5/12 Offensive - 9/12 Support
Mastered Forms: Super Saiyan [x16], Super Saiyan 2 [x32], Super Saiyan 3 [x46]
Mastered God Forms: Super Saiyan God [x56], Super Saiyan Blue [x60]
Afterlife: Makaioken [x2-x10]
Advanced Scouter (Red), Perfect Medical Machine,
Training Dojo, Martial Arts School,
Palace of the King (Estate 75%)
Planet Yasai
Mothership (Star Javelin) +x2 Cargo Bay Adjustment
E.S. (Heaven's Arrow) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
E.S. (Brave Vesperia) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
Nasu had been preparing for this tournament of power before he even knew It was going to happen. His training in Hell under the guidance of the former Demon King, Mira, his sparring with Carva and Cornatto, and finally his one year worth of training with Tomina, inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber – the chamber used plenty of times to give the heroes resources to fight against Nasu’s attacks first on the Lookout, then while empowered by the Majin Mark until the very last time, with the advent of the Tree of Might. It was ironic that he got to use that facility and he knew it was likely an one-time deal, but he didn’t mind. Even though it wasn’t enough to increase his power as much as it did for Tomina and the others, it was still quite impressive.
Maybe he was reaching a ceiling of some sort; he had achieved mastery over his godly ki and now dominated the Makaioken technique, capable of pushing him even further beyond the realm of the true gods and yet, he felt like something was lacking and he had some idea of what it might be.
The moment his feet touched the first arena of the World of Void he closed his eyes, taking a very deep breathe and synching his ki sense – both of them – in order to measure the power of those around him. His godly ki sense led him to stare at the benches where the Gods of Destruction of both the universes, as well as the Kaioshin, and the Angels were. The God of Destruction from Universe 4 didn’t look like much. In all honesty, Nasu believed he could actually keep up with her if he used all of his power. It wasn’t going to be an easy battle, but to feel like he could win was quite satisfying. But the bucket of ice water didn’t take too long to hit him as his eyes turned to Lagerus, imposing and absolute.
The God of Destruction of Universe 7 was still far above and beyond him in every regard, despite the fact that he had become almost twice as strong as he was back when they fought. ”I still have a long way ahead of me…” he spoke mostly to himself. Finally, his eyes reached the Grand Priest, who despite a rather inoffensive look, had this pressure behind him that made Lagerus feel like a worthless child. Behind him, a couple of thrones with two identical weird-looking small creatures that he could only deduce were the Kings of All, closing his eyes immediately after. ”I wouldn’t ever think the King of All looked like that… But looks can be deceiving…” he took a very deep breathe before opening his eyes once again and staring at the other arenas, where the warriors from both universes were.
From what he knew about his own universe, they were likely divided by their own strengths in order to provide a fair entertainment to the gods above. ”We are no better than gladiators here… Reduced to a bunch of maggots crawling to survive…” his thoughts angered him but he didn’t shoe; on the outside Nasu looked just serious, maybe a bit annoyed, but nothing worth taking real notice of. The mind readers wouldn’t have any better luck too as he was a master of blocking mental assaults; a trick wall of sheer will power was what they could read. Nothing more.
When the one who looked like a human with weird hair and pointy ears addressed them, asking if they were androids was when Nasu showed some emotion, and this emotion was scorn. ”If you don’t know what we are, then your chances of surviving just got much lower. We are the greatest warrior race, the saiyans! And our universe is blessed with quite a few of us.” he addressed Serabi, before turning his attention back to the beings on his own arena.
From his team, Komatsu and Caesar shared the arena with him and he couldn’t be more annoyed by that, to the point he clicked his tongue, gazing away from them. ”Never thought I would be saying this, but I hope Jarvis wasn’t slacking off with his orgies. He’s better have unlocked his godly ki, or I will kick him out myself!” he thought to himself briefly before turning his complete attention over to the members of the other universe.
He couldn’t help but to feel disappointed by the looks of his opponents. ”You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. All the other arenas have decent looking foes, but here I am stuck with not only the two idiots from my team, but with this trio of fuck-ups!” and his tone was quite offensive and full of himself. ”To think that this stupid clown is the least idiotic-looking foe I will be facing… The other is a fucking little girl and a… What the fuck is this thing? A bad joke?!” he taunted, referring to Buck Riddle.
When he heard the clown speaking, though, he couldn’t help but to rest one of his arms on his waist and crack a conceited smirk on his face. ”I beg your pardon, but did I hear you say you could destroy MY universe on your own? Don’t make me laugh! You may be a bit strong, I will give you that. But you are nothing compared to me!” he announced, pointing the thumb of his other hand to his own chest. ”Nasu, the King of All the Saiyans!” and with that he introduced himself.
Despite his exterior cocky behavior, he was carefully analyzing the power of the ki and body language of the three opponents, and to his frustration, he couldn’t sense any power in both the little girl and in the triangle, which meant that they were likely hiding their power levels, or had perk that prevented Nasu from sensing them. In any case, he couldn’t drop his guard at all.
The Dark Knight of Saiya stood firm amongst his teammates, his stoic expression never changing. And that armor, that perfectly tailored Saiya-jin Elite armor, he wore it with a pride only seen in those of his people. If anyone looked closer at him, they'd notice the signs of many a battle on his young face and exposed parts of his skin. His right cheek had a scar emblazoned horizontally, his left shoulder also sported scar tissue from training. But anytime he moved, he didn't grunt or wince in pain. He wasn't immune to pain. He just accepted it as a part of his life.
His stood there, his large arms folded across his barrel chest, eyes focused forward to the Universe Four team. The first thing he would notice would be the teal skinned man seemingly staring at him from across the arena. He'd arch a bushy black brow and address the man. "You got a starin' problem, buddy? And what's with all the armor? You scared or somethin'?" He said of the man's style of dress, a hint of irritation in his voice. Yes he wore his own armor, but it was very lightweight. Very durable though, yet revealed his thighs and arms, his tail tied about his waist like a belt.
Of course there was the strange young girl who looked ready for battle. She looked as if she was capable of kicking some ass, and reading her power, Carva could tell she was very able bodied. But upon the mention of Androids, and a reference to him being one as part of the team, the warrior scoffed. "Huh. No, lady. I definitely ain't no android. Everything you see and feel from me? That's pure and natural power, the type of power only a true warrior is capable of possessing." He smirked. "Since we've yet to meet and be introduced, I'll forgive the misconception, but just this once." He'd say to Serabi, before turning his attention to the rest of the team they were facing.
His attention fell on Mospira, a being he could feel great power emanating from. A look of disgust washed over his face as he studied the bug woman in silence, making note of her high power. Oddly enough, the clown was powerful...so was that damned thing that looked like a wood stove. The dog? Pretty interesting...the triangle? A joke. Tch. Carva then narrowed his eyes, thought racing through his mind. <Something isn't quite right with these guys. That woman isn't making a single attempt to hide hee power, yet the little shape "thing" is weaker than that watered down cheap liquor on Earth. I'd do well to watch him...he wouldn't be here without a reason.>
Carva would drop his arms at his sides and look over to King Nasu. He'd bow his head respectfully to the man who'd invited him, but stay in his own ring. His own Suppression would drop, seeing as how he was the only one hiding his true power. He speak to Nasu. "This is going to be exciting, yes? Look at all these strong fighters!"
The Potara Fused Eastern Kaioshin took up their seat in the stands, looking over the Universe 4 team that was arrayed against the Universe 7 team. It was an... interesting and varied lot that was for certain. Compared to Universe 7's team of nearly all Saiyans and humans, Universe 4 was far more diverse. At least in appearances sake. They groaned and leaned their head back a little. "This is just like last time this Tournament came about..." they muttered before blinking as they recalled all the stories they had heard about that day, looking down at the teams in concern as well as the arena itself. "Let's just hope it doesn't get... quite as destructive as last time." the Supreme Kai of the East for Universe 7 mused, glancing over towards the Grand Priest and bowing their head respectfully, as well as their counterparts from Universe 4.
Mayuri returned their attention to the Universe 7 team, in particular who each of them were paired up against in their respective blocks. The first area had Nasu, Komatsu and Caesar, arguably the three strongest warriors of Universe 7, all with Saiyan blood in them against a dream demon triangle named Buck Riddle, some kind of clown looking being called Piero and a small green haired girl called Tatsumaki, whom they couldn't sense any energy from... which meant they were an Android.
The second area had Tomina, Cornatto and Chris, a trio of Saiyans once more, with two of them being hybrids against a Yardrat by the name of Jinzo, some sort of wolf humanoid creature called Umarugogue and a metal-man called Fusa-Roddo. The Yardrat could prove an issue with its Instant Transmission ability, and no telling what the wolf-creature could do. The metal-man however could be dealt with easily enough, given the prevalent attitudes of the Universe 7 fighters facing them. A well placed insult early on would take Fusa out of the running rather quickly, effectively making it three against two.
In the third area were Bernael, Cervez, Carva and Heizen, a demon hybrid, an Anubian, a pure Saiyan and a pure demon who were up against the red arlian Queen Mispira, a rather large human girl called Kyouka, a Konatsian by the name of Serabi and a Crocolisk named Comely Maquillage. Now this match up would prove the most interesting in Mayuri's eyes. This was a far more even match up than the other two areas were, and would allow for a greater team dynamic to unfold...
"Honoured Grand Priest," said the Potara Eastern Kaioshin of Universe 7, "if I may ask, just so that all fighters are aware, can we get a revisiting of the rules just to ensure that there's no misunderstandings between our two universes? And, on a more personal note... are we sure that the arena will hold together this time around?" they asked, bowing their head respectfully towards the Angel who attended the King Of All. "I mean no offense, but given what happened last time a tournament was held here in the Void..." they left that line of thought alone, sure that all the Gods and Angels here could recall what the arena looked like after the last Tournament Of Power had taken place.
Mastered Forms: Super Saiyan [x16], Super Saiyan 2 [x32], Super Saiyan 3 [x46]
Mastered God Forms: Super Saiyan God [x56], Super Saiyan Blue [x60]
Afterlife: Makaioken [x2-x10]
Advanced Scouter (Red), Perfect Medical Machine,
Training Dojo, Martial Arts School,
Palace of the King (Estate 75%)
Planet Yasai
Mothership (Star Javelin) +x2 Cargo Bay Adjustment
E.S. (Heaven's Arrow) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
E.S. (Brave Vesperia) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
As the warriors of Universe 7 appeared on the arena, Lady Weiss stared at them with nothing but anger and despise in her eyes, almost as if she was trying to kill them all with her glare. Kron, on the other hand, analyzed them with a serious expression on his face, massaging his strong jaw as he did so. "Hmm... Seems like they have quite the capable warriors too. This is going to be problematic, but we have to put faith in our warriors, as much as I dislike the fact that we had to choose especially those two..." and his gaze laid upon Buck Riddle (Hotato) and Piero (Kamen no Saiyajin), sighing deeply. Lady Weiss glared at him with the corner of her eyes, not giving herself the trouble to stare at him with all her face. "Who cares about justice and ideals?! All I care about is winning and those two can get the job done way better than the excuse of warriors you chose!" she barked at him, baring her fangs at the Kaioshin, who hmphed in turn.
When Mayuri bowed to them, Lady Weiss growled at him and gazed away, back to the arena, folding her arms just below her chest in a tight grip. Kron, on the other hand, returned the bow and although he didn't display a friendly expression, he still held some respect for the fellow Kaioshin. "Lord Mayuri I presume. A shame we must meet under such dire circumstances." he said, before gazing away for a moment, staring at Caesar with the corner of his eyes. Despite their differences, both the Grand Kaioshin and the God of Destruction of Universe 4 apparently had their eyes on Caesar at this moment and while the god of creation was more curious per see, the God of Destruction looked absolutely livid. "Damned Universe 7! They brought a Shinjin to this tournament!" she angrily stated.
Demon Heart [x2], Mastered Power [x5], Makyo Star Power [x10], Full-fledged Demon [x11], Demon Lord [x17], Demon King [x23], Darkness Demon [x29], Hybrid Potential [x43]
Gravity Machine [x100G], Advanced Medical Machine,
Uchigatana, Senzu Bean, E. Dragon Radar
The Tournament of power... the day for it to begin had finally arrived and the Demon's core sunk a bit as he stared out over his arena. His eyes would glide across each and every figure there, before resting on his teammates. Every single one of them was quite unique, all with their own powers and looks to keep note of throughout the entire tournament. The Demon couldn't help but feel two emotions as he looked over them all... the first emotion was a fierce strike of worry, he knew none of these people. Working with them could be quite troublesome as he knew none of their strengths or weaknesses, how he would be able to fight alongside them was a mystery to him. He would have much-preferred fighting with someone he knew well and could work well with, like Chris or possibly Cornatto with how the two got along in the Afterlife for the short time they met. However, the other emotion that hit him was, in fact, relief. Not knowing them meant that he held no grudges... no malice for any single one of them. He wouldn't be held back wishing that he could kick them off of the Arena, or worry about them doing the same to him. Given some of the other people on his team in the Tournament, he could only fear for such a thing if he was with others like Caesar or Nasu. It was a mixed bag with this group, but he couldn't say that he was disappointed. He just had to try and make new friends before being erased.
Then again, he didn't exactly think that would be the case. Despite disliking quite a few of the members on his team... Bernael had trust in them to do well and to save their universe, even if they were the ones destroying it in the first place. It was of no matter in the end though, his opponents were people he didn't know... and all he could go off of was the safety of all of the people in his own universe to make him push forward. He would have to learn their personalities quick from any idle talking that went on, but either way, he had to defeat them whether or not they were good or evil. That made things easier if they didn't reveal their personalities.
He would go over the last few years in his mind... thinking over every little detail that happened. Perhaps for some, it was only a couple of years but both of his visits to the Time Chamber had graciously spread out his memories of such time. Two long years spent with only two different people... it was enough to make someone go mad but both times he went in, he was with someone he got along well with. Not, it felt like forever since he was cast aside in hell... an entire year spent dedicated to this Tournament and getting stronger for it, stronger with Chris and mastering his potential even further while in there. He had gotten so much stronger since then... but he was proud of it.
Even in all of that time, he didn't forget about Liari though... the girl he had met down in hell. She made the last days of his visit to Hell all the nicer to go through, and even throughout the visit to the Time Chamber he made sure he didn't forget how much she meant to him now. He also wanted to keep his promise to her... and what better way to keep that promise than to let her see it for herself? Perhaps it was a bit morbid... to bring her into the Tournament of Power. Even as a guest, if he got hurt he would have been SHOWING her that he wasn't strong enough and that his promise was being shattered. It also could be morbid to show her the end of the Universe if they all failed... but then again, anybody he chose for his guest would have been equally morbid to show him. For a time, the thought of bringing his old mentor with him had come but it quickly passed as he realized that there was nothing there anymore... he still used those arts but the person that trained him in them was long gone, it didn't matter if past feelings were once there, it had all come and passed.
It seemed that he had a bit of time to prepare though, he could spend his time before the Tournament however he wished but honestly, he didn't know what to do. None of the people in the tournament were really those he wanted to talk to... least all of the ones he would want to talk to were inaccessible in the other Arena's that he honestly didn't want to bother trying to find a way to do so. If they all survived, he could talk after the tournament was over. His eyes would then glide over to the enemy team he was up against... it seemed to be a four on four that he was apart of, if the way he was counting was correct it seemed that his group had the biggest sized fight on their hands, but it was all of the lower ranking people in terms of power. Just like with his own team, they seemed to be pretty diverse... they were a unique group of people. Their personalities were... quite unique as well, as one of them seemed to be giving pretty suggestive signals to another on this arena. Were they lovers...? The sadness that they could possibly be overcome with if they lost one another and were then erased... it tugged at his heart but he couldn't let it get to him as he would just look on through the rest of the group. Four opponents... he wasn't strong enough to take on all four of them for sure, especially the Bug-Like lady who seemed to be the strongest of the group. His current power was far from what he needed to take her on... but, he also had three allies of his own side to even the playing field. He had to work together with all of them to make sure that his universe survived!
But for now, he had nobody he wanted to interact with... any of them could come up to him as they wished as he would just leave himself relaxing where he stood. He was ready to fight... and that was that. [Tournament Power Level: 410,274]
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