>>6035974“Alright Haathe, that's enough.” you say, raising your right hand palm-out towards her.
“Grrrrr!?” she snarls, turning towards the noise only to see you. Jaw clenched, teeth bared, she's clearly barely-restrained in this state. But as her blazing eyes turn on you, her expression changes to one of confusion. Immediately you reach out, focusing on the power you had bestowed upon her. Touching upon it as if it's your own, you then take a deep breath, diving into her power. Connecting her power to your own, you focus entirely on it, the world around you going dark. But only for a moment, as your world becomes engulfed in emerald fire. Flames surround you, inside you, her rage trying to ignite her own. But you're far stronger, far more determined than the Berserker Soul's mindless rage, overpowering that rage.
“That's enough.” you declare, Haathe freezing in place as you begin forcibly powering her down. Manipulating her own Berserker energy as if it were your own, as it is, you begin restraining it yourself. Leashing it to Haathe's own energy, suppressing it and forcing her to power down. “Control this, Haathe. Don't let it control you.”
“Grrrr! Hrrrrrrr-!” she snarls, the rage still burning in her eyes. But as she looks to you, that anger begins to fade, recognition returning to her expression. “M-My lord...?”
“That's right, it's me Haathe.” you tell her, trying to reach her through her rage. “That's enough, power down.”
However, as you try and talk to her, you don't focus on suppressing her power, this allows it to blaze back up once more. Emerald aura flares like a raging bonfire, her power blazing and forcing you to resume suppressing her strength. Doubling down on controlling her power, you rapidly shrink her strength, her body quickly beginning to revert back to her usual form. The fiery emerald aura fades as her strength plummets, body shrinking as she returns to normal with a sigh. Her strength is gone, you dashing forward and catching her before she hits the ground, unconscious.
“Well, that was... Something.” Beerus says, yawning idly. “Remember, thirty three days. You all better be ready.”
“Until we meet again.” Whis says, standing beside his Destroyer. And in a flash of rainbow light the deities leave New Salda behind, returning to the divine realm.
“Thirty three days...” King Cold says, you all looking to him as he begins speaking with authority. “My sons. General Karn. I leave the three of you in charge of deciding our team. Pick seven contestants to participate.”
“Seven?” Freeza asks him, confused. “Not all eight?”
“No. Because this time, unlike the previous tournament, I myself will also be taking to the field.” King Cold declares, everyone going silent. “I will leave their seven contestants to you all. But their assassin, Hit, is mine.”
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