"What is this place...?"
The brothers Hagoromo and Hamura, who had just been forcibly ejected by their mother using Kama, hadn't yet grasped the situation.
They felt the world spin before their eyes.
When they regained their senses, they found the world before them was completely different from what they remembered.
"These two don't seem to have physical bodies right now, do they?"
The Konoha Dancing King was no longer surprised by Jin traveling between worlds. He had seen it countless times in the chat group.
His attention was focused more on the newly revealed Hagoromo and Hamura.
"If they want to resurrect, they must erode the bodies of these children," Black Zetsu explained, barely containing his own shock. Having lived for thousands of years, he was utterly dumbfounded.
'What in the world is happening now?'
"Hmph! The legendary founder of Ninshu... it seems he's nothing more than a parasite," Madara laughed coldly, his tone three parts self-mockery and seven parts disdain.
To be honest, he had once admired the Sage of Six Paths. He never expected they hadn't truly died, but had instead been parasitizing their descendants using this Kama, secretly observing the world all along.
It was despicable behavior.
Jin raised an eyebrow, 'You, Uchiha Madara, aren't much nobler yourself. Didn't you also set up those two poor saps, Nagato and Obito?'
"Either obediently return to the Pure Land, or be annihilated along with your souls right now. Choose," Jin coldly threatened the brotherly duo in their spiritual forms.
However, Black Zetsu had a point.
Jin would never allow two old monsters to constantly monitor his backyard. Not to mention that Hamura's vessel was his own future wife.
After a moment of silence, Hamura spoke slowly, "I am no match for you... My brother and I could not let go of this world, which is why we delayed our journey to the next. Now... perhaps it is finally time to release our attachment to everything..."
"Ah, wait a moment," Jin said, raising a hand to stop Hamura just as he seemed ready to depart. He pointed at the adorable Hinata, "Give this girl a power-up first."
"Hmm?" Hamura frowned slightly, clearly not understanding what 'power-up' meant.
"Give her a Tenseigan or something. Understand now?" Jin said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
'Your older brother gave Naruto and Sasuke Truth-Seeking Balls and the Rinnegan. What's wrong with you, the younger brother, giving a Tenseigan?'
"...Child, hold out your hand," Hamura said after a brief pause.
Hinata looked toward Jin. After he nodded, she slowly raised her small hand.
Hamura, in his spiritual form, channeled Yin-Yang power into Hinata's body.
"And what about you?" Jin then turned his gaze to Hagoromom, "I've never fought a dead person before, but in this world, there are countless ways to deal with you."
"...It is time to leave," Hagoromo conceded, "But... how do you intend to deal with Mother?"
Hagoromo knew his own power was insufficient. Even if he forcibly used Kama to possess Naruto and Sasuke's bodies to resurrect, his strength afterward wouldn't even reach the Six Paths-level, let alone the Super Kage-level… it was questionable.
The vessel's strength determined the resurrected power, and the current Naruto and Sasuke couldn't withstand his full might.
But what Hagoromo truly couldn't let go of was his mother.
"Hmph, she'll stay in this world from now on. Nothing to worry about," Jin sneered, "Over here, if you just randomly throw a brick, you'll hit several people stronger than her who could easily wipe the floor with her."
That was right. While he had decided to spare Kaguya, he had no intention of letting this madwoman stay in his backyard. He'll just let her remain in the Dragon Ball World.
If she dared cause trouble... Well, forget the Saiyans on Earth, the Ice Demons of the universe, or Majin Buu... if Krillin trained seriously for a few years, he might even be able to defeat her.
Kaguya, her face already pale, now turned as black as coal. She felt this is too insulting, but she didn't dare refute.
'Just you wait. I'll remember this grudge.'
"...Before I leave... may I see this world?" the Sage of Six Paths pleaded.
"Hmph, suit yourself," Jin replied indifferently.
"Uncle Jin~" Hinata's sweet, high-pitched voice called out.
Turning, they saw that her originally pure white eyes now had a layer of light blue, wavy ring patterns at their depths.
The Tenseigan!
"Mhm, it suits you well, Hinata," Jin said with a smile, patting her head.
Goku chose this moment to speak up, "So, what do we do now? How do we find that guy called... um, Cell?"
"Isn't it simple?" Jin replied with a grin, pulling out his phone.
Half an hour later, all television channels in the Dragon Ball World suddenly interrupted their programming for a special news bulletin.
The female anchor in the center of the screen spoke to the camera: "We interrupt this broadcast with a special news report. The 25th World Martial Arts Tournament, sponsored by Capsule Corporation, will be officially held one week from today. A special invitation is extended to a contestant named Cell..."
Watching this news in West City with his wife and child, Krillin, and Master Roshi at Kame House, among others, all had their expressions change drastically.
Immediately afterward, before the anchor could even finish her sentence, everyone saw Jin suddenly burst onto the screen, snatch the microphone from the anchor, point at the camera, and shout:
"Hey! Cell, you bastard! You're watching, right?!"
"One week from now, at the 25th World Martial Arts Tournament in downtown West City! We'll decide who's really the strongest in the universe! Get your ass over here!"
Above a certain city.
Cell, watching this broadcast on a large public screen in a square, curled his lips into a cold smile, "How interesting, Jin... The World Martial Arts Tournament, hmm? Indeed, there is no better stage than this."
"I never thought of that method," Piccolo remarked, feeling a sense of revelation. It seemed they, the martial artists, had trained so hard they'd become simple-minded.
They'd forgotten that television stations were also sponsored by Capsule Corporation. Inserting a message was child's play.
"But... are you confident you can defeat that Cell?" Piccolo asked again, "To be honest, his power is considerable."
"Don't worry," Jin said with a sly grin, "I've prepared the perfect finale."
Originally, the previous tournament, the 24th World Martial Arts Tournament, where Mr. Satan was supposed to win the championship in the original work, had been postponed for three years due to the disruptions caused by Jin and Vegeta.
After all, thanks to Jin's actions, the people of this world now knew about supernatural powers.
The organizers were afraid that holding another tournament would lead to a repeat of the previous incident.
But with Capsule Corporation stepping in, the 25th World Martial Arts Tournament was finally held after many years.
However, compared to the packed, grand spectacles of previous tournaments, not only the competition arena but the entire West City seemed exceptionally empty.
Under Capsule Corporation's arrangements, all residents of West City had been evacuated for their safety.
In the center of the desolate tournament arena, Cell, now in his Perfect Form, stood with his arms crossed over his chest, quietly waiting for challengers to step onto the stage.
"This is... the pressure emitted by the strong in this world?" Hagoromo, who no longer possessed a physical body, felt a cold sweat drip down his cheek.
Just by standing there, the intimidation Cell radiated was enough to make him tremble with fear.
If they were to actually fight...
The expressions on Kaguya and Black Zetsu's faces, though Zetsu was in her sleeve, weren't much better.
Now they finally understood the meaning behind Jin's earlier words: "If you just randomly throw a brick, you'll hit several people stronger than her."
"Before we start, I have a question for you," Jin said, his face showing not a trace of nervousness, but rather the relaxed demeanor of someone on a picnic, "Since #18 is with me, how did you become Perfect?"
This was something that had always puzzled Jin.
Cell made no attempt to hide it. Instead, he explained quite proudly: "Whether in the future or this era, you indeed kept #18 by your side at all times, preventing me from achieving my Perfect form."
"However, you weren't nearly as concerned about #17. I lurked in the future era for several years, found an opportunity to absorb #17 there, and then, when the future version of you was absent, I stole a time machine developed by Bulma in that era. I came to this time and absorbed this era's #17."
"And thus, the flawless, Perfect me was born!"
'Well, that was careless,' Jin thought. He himself had never considered that for Cell to become Perfect, he didn't necessarily need to absorb one #17 and one #18. Absorbing two #17s worked just as well.
"Enough chatter," Cell said, lowering his crossed arms, clearly growing impatient, "Let's begin this battle. Didn't you say we would decide who is the strongest in the universe?"
"Don't be in such a hurry." Jin said, his grin widening, "Usually, before the main course is served, don't we have a couple of appetizers first?"
He turned his smiling gaze toward Kaguya, the self-proclaimed Mother of Chakra, and the Sage of Six Paths, the founder of Ninshu.
"How about it? Want to go up and have some fun?"
In the original Cell Games, the living treasure, Mr. Satan, was the first to go up and act as the hype man.
Unfortunately, that guy Satan was long dead. Having this unfortunate mother-son pair go up would be amusing too.
Kaguya: "..."
Black Zetsu: "..."
Sage of Six Paths: "..."
'Are you making a fool of us!?'
Jin shrugged, 'Ah, well. It seems not everyone is as confident as Mr. Satan.'
"Let's use that, Goku," Jin said, standing up and walking toward the ring.
"Huh? Use it from the start?" Goku was surprised.
"To give the readers a perfect finale," Jin replied with a grin, saying something that made no sense to Goku.
"Coming together? I don't mind, really," Cell said, seeing Jin and Goku walking up side by side.
"Don't flatter yourself, Cell," Jin said, the corner of his mouth curling up, "I just want to show you something interesting at the end."
The moment his words fell, Jin and Goku simultaneously stretched their arms out to their sides. Their parallel arms began to rotate, one clockwise, the other counterclockwise.
At the same time, their legs, bent into an 'O' shape, shuffled toward the center with small, quick steps.
"Fuu-"
Seeing their movements, the crowd behind them, Future Trunks, Ichika, Orihime, Rukia, and the rest of Jin's entire family, along with Krillin, Piccolo, and other main cast members, and the audience watching this world-deciding battle on television, all had extremely strange expressions.
'This is so damn awkward! Are you here to fight or to dance!?'
Even Cell wore a 'are you f***ing kidding me' expression.
"sion-!!!"
However, in the next second, Jin and Goku suddenly raised their legs.
"Ha!!!"
As they leaned sideways, their index fingers pointed upward, and the tips of all four index fingers touched.
A dazzling light made it impossible for the countless spectators on-site and at home to keep their eyes open.
"What's going on?! That power?!" Even Cell himself instinctively raised his arms to protect himself.
A few seconds later, the light gradually subsided.
A face brimming with extreme confidence was revealed to all.
"The strongest warrior born from the fusion of Uchiha Jin and Son Goku... Let me think..." muttered the arrogant man with spiky black hair, his voice a strange duet combining Jin and Goku's voices, "Emmm... Uchiha Goku? No... Let's just call him Son Gojin."
Son Gojin, his face practically etched with the word 'Invincible', looked at Cell with a smile.