>>6145154“Careful now. If you don't start running, the path will disappear.” Whis says, you hearing an ominous noise from behind you. And you don't have to look back to know that he's serious, gritting your teeth and struggling to raise the weight higher, to give you a split second more action to step forward. The entire movement nearly throws you off-balance, even with your tail providing a small measure of stability. But you did it, you took a step. Panting in exhaustion, you gather yourself to take another step, and then another. Then, on your fourth step hear the noise once more, this time much closer than before over your grunts of exertion. And over all that, you hear Whis' voice calling out. “If you fall off the path, you'll be thrown into another dimension and be unable to ever return.”
“What madness!” you think to yourself, struggling to keep ahead of the ominous noise. Without looking back you keep pushing yourself, focus narrowing entirely down to putting one foot in front of the other. Taking it step by step, losing focus on the entire rest of the world. Losing track of even the time itself, until, suddenly, there is a flash of light. And suddenly you're no longer on the path, instead find yourself back inside Lord Beerus' bedroom, surrounded by the floating hourglass alarm clocks. “Wh-What?!”
“YOU REALLY EXPECT ME TO EAT THAT?!!” the Destroyer suddenly shouts in his sleep, firing a massive blast from his mouth in his sleep. And with only an instant to react you drop the weight, dashing to your left to dodge the massive blast. His energy vaporizes the insanely heavy weight, the sheer force of his attack cutting through the air and sending you smashing into the wall. Collapsing it, sending the heavy material all crashing down onto you. Burying you in the rubble, you groaning and sighing out in relief all at once.
But as you lay there, Whis arriving a few moments later and using his magic to rebuild the building and carrying all the blocks off of you, you can't help but think he KNEW that this was about to happen.
“You managed to evade his attack, very well done. That's enough training for today.” the angel tells you, smiling ever-so condescendingly down at you. “Go and get your rest, because tomorrow we'll be doing it all over again.”
“Again?” you wonder to yourself, struggling to rise. “Like hell. You keep this pace up and I'll be dead before the end of the week!”
But he kept his word, you repeating all the same training from the day before. The overgrown lawn had fully grown back overnight, the Oracle Fish had dirtied every single one of its bowls, everything. So you went back to it, doing domestic chores day in and day out, spending little time actually training with Whis after your after-chores tea.
