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-Saiyan Conqueror Quest 229 Intermission-
<span class="mu-s">AGE 758, BEERUS' PLANET</span>
“Haaaaah! Last one!” you say, grabbing the last handful of grass and cutting through it with the hand blade Whis had given you, throwing the last of the cut grass over your shoulder into the final container before carefully setting it off your back to the ground. Then collapse onto all fours, strength spend and struggling to breathe as sweat pours off of you. “What utter lunacy! To think that doing such domestic chores were so exhausting!”
“Well, would you look at that? I must say, the lawn looks wonderful.” Whis, your ever-present taskmaster says in a tone of slight approval. “Now that you're finished, should we begin your training?”
“H-Hold on. You mean that WASN'T even the training?!” you ask, barely able to raise your head to meet the angel's gaze. To which he gives a condescending smirk, but you don't care. After the hours spent changing Lord Beerus' sheets while he slept, scrubbing down and cleaning the massive tree that is the Destroyer's home, cleaning out all of the so-called Oracle Fish's bowls, and now cutting the giant lawn by hand, you're exhausted. Far moreso than any training you'd done before, even when Karn was preparing you for the Siege of New Salda, when he'd damn near pushed you to your breaking point. “Ridiculous.”
“I can see that doing domestic chores, while a first for you, has clearly exhausted you. So, how about we take a short tea break first? While we were at your father's, I did pick up quite a few special blends.”
“I think. I would like. That.” you manage to get out, Whis nodding shallowly and vanishing without a trace. You focus on controlling your breathing, getting your heart under control with deep, slow inhales. And by the time you've recovered enough to rise back to your feet, Whis has returned. Teleporting himself along with a table and two chairs, the tea already set out on it. “Thank you, Whis.”
“Of course. You may be here to learn, but you are also a guest here.” the angel replies, picking his tea up and sipping it. “For now. One day this world may be yours, after all.”
Getting to your feet you walk over, sitting in the chair and taking the tiny teacup in both hands. Lightly blowing on it before taking a sip. Recognizing the leaves immediately as one of Father's favorites, your brows shoot up questioningly.
“Yes, your father provided the leaves more than two hundred years ago, as I recall.” Whis answers your unspoken question with a knowing look before taking another sip himself. “An excellent flavor.”
“Yes, the tea is quite lovely. Does seem to pair better with manual labor than a day of idolatry.” you reply, looking up from your cup to the angel with another question in mind. “Aside from Meloka, is Lord Beerus the last being you've trained here?”
