>>6292099
“Oh yeah, that'll certainly help. I'll get warmed up while you finish eating.” you reply, nodding to him. Walking past him and out into the void beyond, your steps echoing out into oblivion. Looking into the emptiness beyond, then clenching your fists. Powering up, swinging your fists experimentally into the white void. Punching and kicking, loosening yourself up before you both start getting into the more serious training. After that you start a light workout, working up a sweat before Freeza joins you, stepping out into the void with you.

“So, General.” he says, teasingly using your title. “What is your plan?”
“My plan?” you ask him, Freeza chuckling. “What do you mean?”
“I presume that, since you've strong-armed your way inside, you have a plan for how you wish to train.” he replies to you. “How you seek to achieve this next level of power?”


Well? What is your plan?
>Sparring at full power, as often as possible. Pushing each other to your limits every single day, and eventually beyond
>Train following the same schedule you'd practiced with Chaya the year previous in here. Raising your base power may be necessary to hold that advanced form longer, and you'll need every advantage you can get
>Ask Freeza what he thinks, how would he best achieve his next level of power and focus on pushing him. You saw great success last time pushing Chaya's limits, your own body keeping up with her rate of growth
>Push your Berserker Soul to its limits, train to maintain your Berserker God power indefinitely to hopefully make ascending beyond far easier
>Other(write in)?

>>6283896
“Just a moment, please!” Chaya calls, Grand Priest turning to look questioningly at your daughter.
“Yes, what is it Chaya?” he replies, a small, smug grin tugging at the very corner of his mouth.
“Sorry I don't know your calendar, but when will the arena be done? I'm just itching to get started!” she replies, still clearly fired-up from her fight with Toppo.


“It shall take five Tiks.” Grand Priest replies instantly, then seeing her confusion continues. “Or, converted into your Seventh Universe's standard time, approximately forty hours.”
“Two days? Alright, I can wait two days.” Chaya replies with a grin as the deities murmur and chatter. Clearly surprised by the short timeframe they have to gather a team before the fates of eight universes will be decided.
“Ohh? Forty hours to gather our team and ready ourselves for battle?” Freeza asks, chuckling. “Ohh hoo hoo ho hoo. Quite the challenge, you've laid down. Two days to gather a team, scouring your universes to find enough fighters ready to compete. I do feel sorry for them.”

“Sorry?” Beerus asks him, whirling on Freeza. “The hell do you mean, sorry?”
“Because, Lord Beerus, we already have enough ready and willing, capable fighters gathered on Karn's planet for two full teams, plus substitutions.” Freeza says with a menacing grin, voice loud enough to make sure the other deities hear his boasts. “While the others struggle to find enough capable warriors to compete in this grand game, our greatest struggle will be determining which of our ample fighters should participate. Is that not cause enough for celebration?”

At his words you feel the other universes' glares on him, Freeza's tail twitching once the only sign he can feel them as well.

“All right, dear friends, we'll see you all again when preparations are done. Good luck.” Grand Priest says, crossing his arms then swinging them out to his sides. And before you can react you find yourselves all back on Beerus' planet, no longer in Zen-Oh's realm. Seems he must have sent every set of deities back to their own universes.
“Whis. What are our chances of actually winning this thing?” Beerus asks, turning to his advisor and companion.
“From what I've seen, I believe that every universe in attendance will try and gang up on Chaya immediately.” he answers, much to Beerus' worry. But Chaya seems completely unphased, lacing her fingers behind her head.


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