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(Point of view – Son Ethan)
The clouds, now heavy as lead, spat lightning into the dark sky as I slowly made my way up to the arena. My heart pounded hard in my chest—not from fear, but from that rush you only feel when you're about to face someone strong. On the other side of the ring, Tenshinhan was already in position, muscles tense and eyes narrowed, like two daggers locked on me.
— "Ethan, I'm not going easy on you just because we're friends," Tenshinhan warned, taking his usual serious fighting stance.
I gave a brief smile, nodding. — "Me neither."
A thunderclap roared, almost like a divine signal for us to start. The referee, shaking like a leaf in a storm, raised a trembling hand.
— "F-fighters ready? You may begin!"
He didn't even finish the sentence before Tenshinhan rushed forward like lightning. WHOOSH! His silhouette tore through the air toward me. Fists and feet switched back and forth in a violent dance, each strike buzzing dangerously close. I dodged with ease, feeling that quiet confidence of someone who's already seen every move before it's even made.
— "Hyaaa!" Tenshinhan shouted, spinning into a flying kick that could've knocked out a bull.
I calmly raised my arm, blocking the blow. THWACK! The sound echoed, but the pain he expected to see on my face never came. Just a smirk, almost mocking.
— "Is that all, Tenshinhan? I expected more."
He frowned, annoyed, and doubled down. Now his strikes came with the force of an avalanche, every punch roaring through the air. Blows exploded like tiny thunderclaps against my still guard.
BOOM! BAM! THUMP!
But I stood firm, like a mountain against a furious storm, analyzing each move with care. Tenshinhan started breathing harder, sweat dripping down his forehead. I could almost hear his desperate thoughts: "Why isn't anything landing?"
— "That's enough!" he growled, jumping back and positioning his hands. — "If you can take physical hits, let's see how you handle my Kikoho!"
He gathered brutal energy between his palms, and the air around us vibrated, a low, constant hum filling the stadium. The crowd held its breath, sensing something massive was about to happen.
— "KIKOHO!" Tenshinhan roared, unleashing that massive wave of energy straight at me.
FWOOSH!
The blast closed in, a blinding light filling my vision. But instead of backing off, I stood my ground, feeling the force wash over me like water slipping through my fingers. The ground around me exploded violently, dust and debris flying in all directions.
When the smoke cleared, I was still standing there—completely untouched. Tenshinhan's eyes widened, visibly shaken.
— "No way…"
I shook my head, a little disappointed. — "Already over?"
Tenshinhan gritted his teeth, clearly frustrated, but his eyes showed the truth: he already knew he had lost. But a warrior's pride doesn't just vanish—and giving up wasn't in his blood.
— "Not yet!" He focused deeply, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again—revealing something that even piqued my interest: a third eye glowing intensely.
He started multiplying himself, several copies of him appearing around the ring, each one just as serious and intense. A bold move, but I already knew what he was planning.
— "Let's see you dodge this!" his voices echoed together.
Attacks came from all sides, multiple versions of Tenshinhan throwing punches in perfect sync. Fists, kicks, elbows—all trying to hit me. I moved through them like a calm dance, each blow gliding past me like the wind.
— "Sorry, but that's not gonna work." With a sigh, I launched a single, quick, and decisive strike.
CRACK!
All the clones vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving only the real Tenshinhan behind, panting, one knee to the ground—defeated.
— "How… how did you do that?" he asked, his voice faltering.
— "You're strong, Tenshinhan, but your mind betrayed you. I saw every strike before you even threw it."
He sighed, understanding. Slowly, he stood, fully aware of his imminent defeat. Still, he gave a faint smile, accepting with dignity what was coming.
— "Do what you have to, Ethan."
I stepped forward, the entire ring holding its breath along with the crowd. I opened my hand, a gentle energy forming in my palm, growing slowly.
— "I'll finish this with respect," I said, looking him straight in the eyes.
Tenshinhan nodded slightly, bracing for the blow. I released a controlled blast—just enough to knock him out of the ring without causing real harm.
BOOOM!
He flew softly backward, landing outside the arena—defeated, but intact. The referee finally found the strength to declare:
— "Son Ethan is the winner!"
The crowd erupted into cheers and euphoric screams, but my heart stayed calm—no excessive excitement. Tenshinhan slowly got up, smiled lightly, and gave me a respectful nod.
— "You're incredible, Ethan. Good luck with what comes next."
I returned the honest smile. — "Thanks, Tenshinhan. I'll need it."
The clouds began to slowly clear, as if even the sky acknowledged the end of our battle. As I walked out of the ring, feeling the admiring eyes of many, something still gnawed at the back of my mind.
Piccolo Jr. was there, leaning against a dark corner, watching everything with eyes glowing with curiosity and a hint of malice. And on the other side, the mysterious Hero looked satisfied—almost proud—as if he'd been waiting for exactly this from me.
I took a deep breath, realizing that every victory wasn't just a triumph—it was another step closer to the storm forming around us.
— "Ethan, you were amazing!" Gina approached with a smile, but her expression quickly shifted when she saw how serious I was.
— "What is it?"
I shook my head, concerned. — "It's not over, Gina. Actually… it's only just beginning."
As we walked together, feeling the weight of responsibility growing over us, I couldn't help but glance back. There stood Piccolo and Hero—two enigmas lurking in the shadows, each with their own hidden intentions.
In the end, no matter how strong you are, there are battles that go far beyond fists. And deep down, I knew—the real fight hadn't even started yet.
(A/N: MC knows Ma Junior is Piccolo, just as he knows Hero is Kami. Just so it's clear: both are way stronger now.)