>>6076507Silently you watch as she battles with some other mortal you don't recognize, her divine power allowing her to overpower the coat-wearing purple being.
“A mortal.... A mere mortal taking divine power for herself?” you seethe in your thoughts, fists clenching behind your back in anger. Forcing your breathing to remain even, not showing any hint of your anger to your foolish master. A master who believes those filthy <span class="mu-i">ningen</span> deserve the existence their unworthy selves were blessed with. But as the fight continues the screen pans out, revealing several... Odd worlds floating in the sky. You've never seen anything like them, their surfaces a bright orange while inside them, somehow, are glowing red stars. That no matter the angle of the planets, always seem to be facing you. How peculiar. Perhaps your master knows what they are?
“Master. What are those bizarre planets?” you ask him, forcing a tone of curiosity to mask your underlying rage upon seeing a mortal dare to use divine might.
“Ah, those things? If I had to guess, I'd say they're Super Dragon Balls.” your master answers, you wondering for just a split-second just how much your master knows.
“Super...Dragon Balls, sir?” you ask, hoping to receive some enlightenment.
“Yes. Believe it or not, this is actually the first time I've seen them myself. This tournament was between the Destroyers of the Sixth and Seventh Universes. They were competing with each other to determine who would get the Super Dragon Balls.”
“A prize even Destroyers would vie for...” you think, wondering just what is so 'super' of them that would drive such beings to compete against one another. They must be truly special. So, you kneel across the table from your master, determined to figure out more. “So, exactly what sort of item are they, Master?”
But Gowasu doesn't answer immediately, instead lifting the tea you'd served him and taking a sip. Lowering the cup, he then begins to speak. Eyes shut as he thinks back.
“My understanding is, that they are orbs that can grant their possessor any wish they desire.” he says, your thoughts going a kilometer a minute. But you work to keep your expression neutral, despite the inklings of a plan beginning to form in your mind.
“Truly any wish at all? Are you sure this isn't just some rumor or fairy tale?” you ask, Gowasu turning his focus back to the tournament. Where Amaya, using her stolen and unearned power of the gods is beating that other mortal down. And, instead of answering your question, speaks on the match itself.
“Look. I'd say the contest is about to reach its climax.” your master says, far more invested in those apes beating each other than the possible key to everything in the air behind them. But you can't take your eyes from them, a rudimentary plan forming in your mind.
