>>6340693As you look up and watch the seven planet-sized orbs all glow and transform into that massive golden dragon, for a moment you consider bringing everyone back. Only to stop, and realize that, depending on how you phrase it, could prevent certain troublemakers from returning. The Grand Priest, once the dragon's summoned turns, staring at the seven of you.
“So, have you all decided on your wish?” he asks, but his gaze doesn't sweep the group. Instead focusing on you, you nodding back.
“Yeah. Yeah we have.” you say, stepping forward, gaze rising to meet Grand Priest's own. “Our wish it to bring back all of the universes erased in this tournament. All except for those who betrayed their own universes, or those from other timelines.”
“Oh?” he replies, seemingly genuinely surprised. Several of the other deities in attendance all exclaim in surprise, clearly not having considered your wish could be used for someone other than yourself or your own universe.
“Are you sure? You could wish for ANYTHING.” Grand Zen-Oh says, you turning and glancing to the god above all with a grin.
“Yes. I'm sure.” you tell the tiny ruler, then back to Grand Priest. “That is our wish.”
“I see. Very well, then it shall be.” he answers you, then turning back to the dragon speaks in that same gobbledygook language Whis did to talk to the dragon before. “Senilemit rehto morf esoht ro sesrevinu now rieht deyarteb ohw esoht rof tpecxe lla tnemanruot siht ni desare sesrevinu eht fo lla kcab gnirb!”
“Grrrrrrrr!” the dragon's eyes glow blinding crimson, body arching as its golden power surges. You feel the godly dragon's power surge, its body expanding larger and larger, blindingly bright until it vanishes in a flash.
“It is done.” Grand Priest says, eyes closed and smiling.
“CHAYA!” Zen-Oh shouts, flying down to your daughter. Who catches the tiny deity by his hands, spinning him around up and down, your eldest and who could possibly be the strongest deity in existence laughing together.
“Did you enjoy the tournament, Zenni?” Chaya asks, the tiny being nodding.
“Uh huh! That was a lot of fun!” he says, as your wife flies down to you, you catching her in a hug.
“You did it hun.” she says, burying her face in your chest, tears forming in her eyes. “You did it.”
“We did it. All of us.” you reply, hugging her close. Looking over your allies, even Cooler. Who's remained seated, arms crossed smugly. The two of you share a small nod of understanding; you acknowledge his victory over Moro, and he your efforts as well.
cont
