As Gran finished speaking, the expressions of Beerus, Champa, the Old Supreme Kai, and Shin all turned strange.
Excitement.
Anticipation.
After ten years of preparation, the God of Destruction Candidate Tournament was finally about to begin.
"Mm."
Champa glanced at the others.
"I'll be right back."
With that, he walked toward Roz and Hit.
On Hit's Side
Hit helped Roz to his feet and asked calmly,
"Are you alright?"
"Try taking a punch from Lord Gran and see if you're alright!" Roz rubbed his face. That punch had nearly knocked his brains out.
"My apologies. I'm not as foolish as you."
"?"
Roz blinked and pushed away Hit's supporting hand.
"How am I foolish?"
"You knew you couldn't win, yet you still rushed in. If that's not foolish, what is?"
Hit slid his hands back into his pockets. His tone was cool, but the sarcasm was unmistakable.
Roz had spent fifty years in the Time Chamber training alongside Hit. They were, by now, genuine friends.
He wasn't angry.
Instead, he shook his head with a helpless smile.
"Maybe it is foolish. But that's the martial spirit I pursue. I will never retreat."
The moment those words left his mouth—
A voice sounded from the lakeside.
"Excellent."
It was Champa.
He walked up to Roz. Though Roz stood at roughly 1.7 meters and was lean in build, he was the strongest among this batch of Saiyans—
Second only to Hit.
"Roz, you did well."
Champa patted his shoulder, then glanced at Hit with clear mockery.
"I like your backbone. Unlike this guy—didn't even finish his first move before surrendering. He's embarrassed Universe Six."
Hit: "..."
Seeing Hit fall silent, Roz burst into laughter.
Only Champa could ever break that poker face.
Champa swept his gaze across the battlefield. The other God of Destruction candidates still lay unconscious on the ground.
"You all know why I gathered you these past years."
"Lord Champa… you mean you're taking Hit to participate in the Candidate Tournament?"
Roz clenched his fists tightly.
Before sparring with Gran, Gran had told them they would only have two minutes. After that, he would leave for the tournament.
Roz understood from the beginning.
Universe Six's representative had long been decided.
It would only ever be Hit.
He was the strongest.
And the hardest to kill.
But…
Roz wanted to go too.
He wanted to witness the powerhouses of the other universes with his own eyes.
"Yes. I'm taking Hit with me."
Champa studied Roz's expression and grinned.
"What? You want to see it too?"
"Can I?"
Roz's eyes lit up instantly.
He couldn't compete—but if he could simply watch, that would already be enough.
"You performed decently against Gran. I'll allow it."
Champa glanced at the unconscious candidates and sighed.
"As for the rest of them… forget it."
Compared to Roz, the others simply weren't qualified. After returning, he would likely disband them entirely.
"Thank you, Lord Champa!"
Roz's face flushed with excitement.
Hit clicked his tongue slightly.
He couldn't understand why Roz was so thrilled.
But for a true martial artist, witnessing the clash of supreme power was irresistible.
"Alright. Follow me."
Champa led the two back toward the lakeside.
Gran and the others were waiting.
Seeing Roz follow along, Gran wasn't surprised.
During their brief exchange, he had already recognized Roz as a pure martial artist.
"Anyone else to bring? If not, we head straight to the World of Void," Beerus asked.
"No."
Champa shook his head without thinking.
"No. There is."
Gran suddenly spoke.
Everyone turned toward him.
Gran smiled and patted Champa's shoulder.
"If Lord Champa is leaving Universe Six, how could he not bring Universe Six's Supreme Kai?"
Universe Six's Supreme Kai was named Fuwa.
Like Champa, he was round and plump.
And personality-wise?
Just as much of a fool.
"Bring Fuwa?"
Champa froze for a moment—then slapped his forehead.
"Right! I almost forgot that fat guy!"
In truth, when Zeno had convened the Destroyer Meeting ten years ago, Champa had never even told Fuwa about the Candidate Tournament.
In other words—
Universe Six's Supreme Kai still had no idea.
It was only now, after Gran's reminder, that Champa remembered.
"You fat idiot… don't tell me you never informed Fuwa about this?" Beerus said with a knowing look.
"..."
Champa shrank his neck.
"I was going to tell him a few years ago! But I was staying in Universe Seven with you at the time!"
Everyone: "..."
A matter of this magnitude—shouldn't a God of Destruction inform his Supreme Kai immediately?
This fat fool was truly something else.
Even the Old Supreme Kai couldn't help twitching at the corner of his mouth.
He had finally discovered a God of Destruction even less reliable than Beerus.
"Fine, fine. We'll just tell him now," Champa huffed.
"Anyway, we're just there to make up the numbers. Whether Fuwa knows about the tournament won't change the outcome."
At those words, everyone instinctively glanced at Gran.
Champa wasn't wrong.
With Gran present, the situation was entirely different.
No one objected further.
This time, Vados summoned the Universe Cube, and they traveled to Universe Six's Supreme Kai World.
At the Supreme Kai World
As expected—
Fuwa had absolutely no idea about the Candidate Tournament.
When he learned the truth, he nearly fainted from rage.
Zeno's Destroyer Meeting.
The Candidate Tournament.
Two events of cosmic significance—
And Champa had said nothing.
If Universe Six failed to achieve a good ranking, punishment would follow.
If that punishment meant erasure—
The God of Destruction would perish.
And the Supreme Kai would die with him.
Seeing Fuwa's face turn black as ink, Champa grew visibly guilty.
He quickly explained the alliance with Universe Seven.
That explanation only made things worse.
Fuwa fainted on the spot.
In the entire multiverse, who didn't know Beerus's infamous reputation?
Allying with that troublemaker?
That was practically asking for death.
Finally, Vados couldn't bear to watch anymore.
She calmly explained Gran's existence—and elaborated in detail on his strength.
When Fuwa learned that Gran's pure power had reached the Seventh Tier of the Divine Realm—
His expression changed instantly.
Seventh Tier Divine Realm power.
That level even surpassed Champa.
He had never imagined Universe Seven would hide such a monster.
Moments ago, he had looked as if he were heading to execution.
Now, he looked as if victory were guaranteed.
With Gran present—
Even if actual Gods of Destruction entered the arena, he would not fear them.
Fuwa's dramatic transformation made Gran chuckle.
As expected.
The two fat men of Universe Six truly were cut from the same cloth.