In the God of Destruction's Realm, eternal, gentle light sprinkled down, as if plating this divine residence with a sacred glow.
Whitley stood outside the house and subconsciously reached up to rub the small of his back.
Recalling the unusually intense "retaliation" from last night, sparked by Bulma's minor grievance, a helpless yet doting smile appeared on his lips.
During this period, to familiarize himself with the work of a God of Destruction as quickly as possible, he had been traveling to various parts of the universe with Whis every day.
He was constantly cleaning up celestial bodies and planets that had been deemed worthless or harmful.
Sometimes, he even had to temporarily stay on some planets with peculiar environments for detailed assessment.
All this coming and going had indeed left Bulma feeling a bit neglected.
This led to him being targeted by Bulma's blue eyes—filled with a hint of grievance but more so with cunning—the moment he returned yesterday.
She had practically half-dragged, half-pulled him into the bedroom...
After several hours of "intense communication," even he, a Saiyan with superb physical strength, felt a bit tired and needed to rest.
But Bulma herself, as if fully charged, had scrambled out of bed and gone back to her research lab to continue tinkering with her "God of Destruction Realm Logistics and Breeding Project."
Her level of energy made Whitley feel both amused and deeply impressed.
"Ara~ Good morning, Whitley."
Whis appeared silently, as usual.
He greeted him with his seemingly perpetual gentle smile.
Whitley glanced behind him and, seeing that he was alone, asked with some curiosity:
"Whis, where's your sister? Is she still sleeping? By the way, do you angels even need to sleep?"
He had always been a little curious about this.
Whis gently shook his head and explained:
"There's no need, Whitley. Angels do not need to recover energy through sleep like mortals do. We usually regulate our state through deep meditation, which is far more effective than sleep."
"As for my sister, Vados..."
He paused, glanced in the direction of Beerus's resting palace, and smiled.
"She has already returned to Universe 6. I heard that Lord Champa seems to have finished some matters at hand and is incessantly clamoring to come and find Lord Beerus. My sister has gone back to properly disci... uhm, properly persuade him."
Whitley immediately shot him a suspicious look and retorted sharply:
"You were definitely about to say 'discipline,' weren't you! You bunch of shady angels are finally showing your true colors!"
The corner of Whis's smiling mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes darted away for a moment.
But he still refuted elegantly:
"That's not the case at all. You must have misheard, Whitley. What are the plans for today? Do you intend to finish the little bit of work that's left, or continue your training?"
Whitley pursed his lips and looked at Whis speechlessly.
Work? Work my ass!
He had been working continuously for so many days. If he did all the work, what was there left for Beerus to do?
He'd rather continue training.
He couldn't stop training, especially after his recent sparring with Whis. He felt he had gained some new insights into the realm of "Ultra Instinct."
"Forget the work. We can talk about it when Beerus retires. Let's continue training now!"
A silver glint flashed in Whitley's eyes, and his fighting spirit rose with his inner excitement.
"Come on, Whis! Combat training!"
Whis stood there with a grin, casually waving the staff in his hand and smiling.
"As you wish. Let's begin then, Whitley~~"
Whitley did not rush in recklessly as he had before.
He knew very well how unfathomably strong Whis was. If he just attacked with brute force and speed, forget winning, he would probably have a hard time even touching the corner of his clothes.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to calm his mind, completely eliminating all distracting thoughts.
The powerful ki within his body began to circulate in a natural and fluid manner, and a silver-white halo of primordial energy flowed slowly over the surface of his body like mercury.
The next moment, he snapped his eyes open.
His pupils and hair were instantly rendered a brilliant silver-white, and an ethereal and powerful aura emanated from him!
"I'm coming!"
Before his voice had faded, his body had already vanished from the spot like a phantom!
It wasn't just pure speed; it was more like he had merged with the flow of the surrounding air.
In the next instant, he appeared in front of Whis without any warning, a seemingly casual but lightning-fast straight punch aimed accurately at his opponent's face.
Whis still wore a relaxed smile, and with just a slight turn of his body, he dodged the sharp blow by a hair's breadth.
His movements were so elegant they didn't look like fighting, but rather like dancing.
After his first strike missed, Whitley did not stop, his offense unfolding like a continuous tide.
His attack trajectories were unpredictable and without any pattern, completely following the guidance of his combat instincts.
But Whis always kept his hands behind his back, dodging all of Whitley's storm-like attacks with only the slightest movements of his body and feet, all within a small area.
The speed of the two of them grew faster and faster, and finally, they completely turned into two blurry afterimages.
The two of them were constantly moving at high speed on the vast lawn. Fists, feet, and the staff collided continuously, then quickly separated.
If anyone had been lucky enough to watch, the battle would have been completely impossible to capture with the naked eye. Not even their ki could be sensed.
Only the occasional sound of blows landing in the air proved that this battle, which was beyond the imagination of mortals, was fiercely underway.
"Not bad, not bad."
Whis's voice was still steady, but it carried a hint of admiration.
"To be able to use the initial form of Ultra Instinct so freely in such a short time. Your instincts for evasion and defense are already quite outstanding, completely integrated into your subconscious."
While effortlessly dodging the attacks, he could even find the time to occasionally tap at the openings in Whitley's offense with his staff, forcing him to constantly adjust.
"Ara~ Whitley, you need to be a bit more natural when you punch~ Right now, when you attack, there are still subconscious traces of 'I should hit like this' or 'I should attack there' in your thoughts. You need to relax and trust your body more."
Whitley did not speak, his entire mind immersed in this state of natural unity.
His body seemed to have an independent consciousness, always able to dodge Whis's seemingly casual but incredibly precise staff with the smallest of movements and the least amount of effort.
Occasionally, when he encountered an attack that he couldn't completely avoid, his body would spontaneously block or tense its muscles to minimize the damage.
"Your evasion and defense are getting better and better. Only in terms of active offense are you still lacking that final touch of 'naturalness'."
Whis commented, a hint of teasing in his tone.
"If Whitley can fix this final flaw, completely perfect Ultra Instinct, and climb towards the state of mastery... then~"
He deliberately dragged out the tone and said with a chuckle:
"Perhaps you can officially challenge Lord Beerus? Of course, with your current power level, even if you master the perfect Ultra Instinct, it's almost impossible to defeat Lord Beerus. Ho ho ho~"
The two of them were thus immersed in their high-speed training, and time passed quietly.
Whitley could clearly feel that under this high-intensity, high-level pressure, his understanding and control of the "Ultra Instinct" state were deepening at a visible rate.
It wasn't just the mystical evasion instinct; his basic strength, speed, and ki were also being thoroughly tempered and improved in the training.
With a soft click, the door to the house was suddenly pushed open.
Bulma poked her head out. She was already used to the crackling sounds of fighting.
She cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone and shouted at the seemingly empty lawn:
"Hey—! How long are you two going to fight? It's time—for—luuuunch—!"
Her voice was like a switch. The intensely clashing auras instantly separated.
Whis, with a seemingly slow but unavoidable movement, lightly tapped Whitley's blocking arm with his staff, a clever force sending him back several meters.
He immediately retracted his hand, a very serious expression on his face.
"Whitley, training is important, but the lunch Miss Bulma has prepared is even more important! If you'll excuse me!"
After speaking, he turned without any hesitation and trotted cheerfully towards Bulma, complimenting her all the way.
"Thank you for your hard work, Bulma. What delicious food have you prepared today?"
Whitley sucked in a breath of cold air, rubbing his slightly numb arm. He looked at Whis's "food-over-friends" back and shouted irritably:
"Hey! You bastard! So all those 'evenly matched' fights before were just to amuse me, weren't they?! I couldn't dodge that last hit at all!"
Whis turned his head, an impeccable, innocent smile on his face.
"That's not it at all, Whitley, you've misunderstood me. It's just that you're too strong and improving too quickly. That last hit was an extraordinary performance from me in a moment of desperation. I can't usually do that! I'm completely helpless against you~"
Whitley:
"...You guess if I believe you? You could probably fool Beerus with that!"
"Fool me with what?"
A sleepy and dissatisfied voice suddenly came from behind them.
Beerus had woken up at some point and was standing not far away in his tattered pajamas, looking groggy. He had clearly been drawn over by the smell of food and the commotion.
"Ara~ How rare, Lord Beerus!"
Whis immediately put on a surprised expression.
"It's been less than a month, right? Why are you awake? Did you have a nightmare?"
Beerus let out a big yawn and ignored Whis's teasing.
Whitley looked at his attire and couldn't help but tease with a chuckle:
"I say, Beerus, can't you change your pajamas? How long have you been wearing this tattered set? You're a god, after all. Pay a little attention to your image."
Hearing this, Beerus looked down at his pajamas and snorted in dissatisfaction.
A faint light flashed around him, and the tattered pajamas instantly changed into his God of Destruction attire.
He couldn't be bothered to argue with these two. He sniffed the air vigorously, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"I smell it! It really is the smell of grilled fish!"
Without even looking at Whitley or Whis, he strode towards the dining room.
Whitley and Whis exchanged a look, shrugged in unison, and quickly followed.
When eating at the same table as Beerus, if you weren't fast, you could really go hungry.
In the dining room, Bulma had already directed the robots to fill a large table with a feast for the eyes and the palate.
Seeing that Beerus had also come, a hint of surprise flashed across her face before she immediately instructed the robots to prepare more food.
After all, this God of Destruction's appetite was comparable to Whitley's and Goku's.
It couldn't be helped. The Saiyans were the biggest eaters she had ever seen.
The atmosphere at the dining table instantly became "lively."
Amidst the flying chopsticks, knives, and forks, the group ate with great enthusiasm.
While trying his best to snatch a piece of tender and juicy grilled fish from under Beerus's "claws," Whitley took the time to ask Bulma beside him:
"By the way, Bulma, how are the preparations for that shipping route and spaceship you mentioned?"
Bulma wiped the corner of Whitley's mouth and, with a smile, gave him an "OK" sign. She then put a large portion of food in his bowl before saying:
"Don't worry! The plan is going very smoothly! I've already discussed it with Dad via the communicator. Mom has already started buying high-quality breeding farms and seeds on Earth, and Dad is in charge of building the large cargo ships. I might have to go back to Earth for a while in a bit to personally implement some of the key technical parameters and equipment."
She paused, remembering something.
"Oh, right, that spaceship you flew back from that Sofu planet, I also had Dad carefully inspect and decode the navigation system. The star chart stored in it is very complete and detailed! Didn't you say you needed a star chart to use your Instant Transmission? It's a perfect opportunity for me to bring back the backup data for you when I go back this time."
Hearing this, Whitley's eyes lit up, and he quickly swallowed the food in his mouth.
"Thanks a lot, Bulma! With a detailed star chart and coordinates, combined with Instant Transmission, it'll be so much more convenient to travel in the future!"
He thought for a moment and said, "Let me know when you've decided on a time, and I'll go back to Earth with you using Instant Transmission. You know the coordinates for Earth, right?"
Bulma happily leaned over and planted a kiss on Whitley's cheek, saying with a sweet smile:
"Thanks, honey! It's so convenient to have you as a driver!"
The sumptuous lunch ended at a whirlwind speed.
Beerus leaned back in his chair, patting his full stomach and letting out a satisfied burp, leisurely picking his teeth with a toothpick.
Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he rubbed his slightly rounder belly and muttered:
"I feel like I'm going to get fat if this continues. No, no... Whis, arrange my schedule for later. I need to go and do some work to stretch my limbs."
Hearing this, Whis let out his trademark "ho ho ho" laugh, his tone tinged with a bit of mockery.
"Lord Beerus is actually thinking of working on his own initiative? The sun must have risen from the west. How rare~~"
He paused, his tone a little proud.
"However... there's no more work to be done~ Of the planets that needed to be dealt with, only a few scraps are left."
Beerus was a little embarrassed by the laughter and gave him a look.
"Less nonsense! I remember before I went to sleep last time, you clearly said there was a huge pile of planets waiting to be cleaned up! How come there's suddenly no work left? Wait! Could it be..."
His expression suddenly changed, as if he had thought of some extremely terrible possibility. He shot upright, his eyes wide as saucers.
"Could it be that Lord Zeno sent someone to help me clean up? Is he blaming me for not being diligent enough in my work and planning to... planning to erase me?! And then have someone else officially take my place?!"
Not to mention, he knew that Whitley's learning speed was ridiculously fast. He had even touched the threshold of Ultra Instinct.
Could it be that the higher-ups really want to replace me?
Seeing Beerus scaring himself until his face turned a little pale, Whis finally stopped teasing him.
He explained with a chuckle:
"Where did you get that idea, Lord Beerus? It's just that during the time you were asleep, Whitley and I! have very efficiently dealt with almost all of the backlogged work."
"Now, all that's left are some targets in the corners of the universe that don't have much impact and can even be observed for a while longer. The ones in the central star region have all been cleaned up by me and Whitley."
Beerus let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Phew... so the work is just done. You scared me for a..."
But in the next second, he suddenly realized, his voice suddenly rising in disbelief as he looked at Whitley, who was leisurely sipping red tea like Whis.
"What?! It was you, kid, who helped me finish the cleanup?! Wait! Has your 'Destruction' already been used to a proficient level?!"
Whitley calmly put down his teacup, his tone as casual as if he were talking about something trivial.
"That's right. I've already mastered the core of the God of Destruction's power. Although I can't say it's perfect, it's more than enough to complete the cleanup work. I'm not far from... perfect mastery."
The expression on Beerus's face was a colorful mix of shock, frustration, and a hint of an unbelievable sourness.
Back in the day, how much suffering did I go through to master this power of Destruction!
It... it took me at least a few hundred years!
How long has this kid been training?
Less than a year, right? And he's already almost caught up to my years of hard training?
"No! This can't go on..."
Beerus muttered to himself, a strong sense of crisis welling up in his heart.
"If I continue to be this lazy, maybe one day I'll really be surpassed by this kid! Where will I put my face then?"
His eyes darted around, and suddenly he clutched his stomach, a look of "pain" on his face.
"Ahem... well, since there's nothing that needs my personal attention for now, I... I'll go back and rest a bit more. I feel like I ate a little too fast just now and have some indigestion... Whitley, you're still young, and the road ahead is long. Remember to be humble and not arrogant, and continue to train hard! The position of God of Destruction, I will definitely pass it on to you in the future!"
—But not now! he added internally.
After speaking, without waiting for a response, he flashed away at the fastest speed and slipped back to his sleeping quarters.
He had to go and find those auxiliary training equipment he used back then and see if they could still be used. He had to start competing!
Whitley looked at Beerus's almost-fleeing back and said speechlessly to Whis:
"He just eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats, and occasionally wakes up to binge eat. Is he really not going to get fat? Do Gods of Destruction not have metabolism problems?"
Whis, of course, saw through Beerus's little scheme, but he just smiled slightly and didn't expose him, calmly replying:
"Don't worry, Whitley. Lord Beerus... has his own sense of propriety."
After lunch, Whitley took a short nap with Bulma.
When he woke up, he found Whis again and continued his training in Ultra Instinct.
He could clearly feel that he was only a thin layer of paper away from that more perfect realm. Every battle with Whis made that paper a little thinner.
"As long as I continue to train step by step like this, in a little while, I will definitely be able to completely master 'Ultra Instinct'!"
"And then, if I raise my base power, I will have the strength to face Beerus head-on!"
Whitley was full of confidence.
At dinner time, the atmosphere was relatively calm.
During the meal, Whitley and Whis discussed their upcoming plans.
"Whis, I want to go to the Sacred World of the Kais tomorrow," Whitley said.
"Oh? Is it for the matter you promised the Supreme Kai?" Whis said, understanding.
"Mm."
Whitley nodded.
"I promised him I'd solve the Majin Buu problem, so I can't go back on my word. And... I can also take the opportunity to rescue the Elder Kai who was sealed in the Z Sword."
He rubbed his chin, a hint of interest in his eyes.
"I heard that the Elder Kai has the ability to unlock potential? I could give it a try and see if he can help me unlock mine. Maybe I can unlock the Mystic form?"
He was a little curious about this and wanted to see if the so-called "Mystic form" was really as he suspected.
Did it have some connection to "Ultra Instinct," perhaps a simplified or nerfed version of it?
"In any case, there's no harm in making a trip."
Whitley concluded.
Whis elegantly wiped his mouth and expressed his agreement.
"A very good arrangement, Whitley. Repairing the relationship with the Sacred World of the Kais is beneficial to the future of Universe 7. I will prepare the itinerary for you."
After a day of training, Whitley felt physically and mentally satisfied.
He planned to have a good night's sleep tonight to be in the best condition for tomorrow's trip to the Sacred World of the Kais.
However, just as he was holding Bulma and was about to drift off to sleep.
Bulma, in his arms, suddenly became restless.
A pair of soft little hands began to gently draw circles on his body, her warm breath fanning his neck with a subtle temptation.
"This... I have business tomorrow."
Whitley closed his eyes, trying to remain calm.
"Business? What business is more important than me?"
Bulma's voice was a little coquettish and dissatisfied, and her movements became even bolder.
"A certain someone goes out for more than ten days, and you think you can get away with making it up to me just once? Hmm?"
Whitley suddenly felt a fire ignite within him.
He had wanted to have a good night's rest, but this alluring little demon clearly had no intention of letting him go.
"You vixen!"
Whitley suddenly flipped over and pinned Bulma under him, his eyes shining with a dangerous and fiery light.
"If that's the case, then don't blame me for not being polite! Tonight, I will definitely let you see what this monk is made of! I want you to help me with my training!"
Bulma let out a cry of surprise, which then turned into a giggle.
She was not afraid at all, and instead, she proactively met him!
"Who's afraid of whom! Let's see how this young lady deals with you!"
A harmonious and wonderful moment of rest officially began.
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