"Oh-hohoho~"
Whis covered his mouth and chuckled.
"Lord Beerus, is this… insecurity I'm sensing?"
"Quiet!"
Beerus plopped back down on the grass, crossing his legs again. His attention refocused on the projected image of Little Broly.
A full year had passed, and the kid's strength had grown quite a bit.
Judging by his combat power, he was now around fifteen million.
Beerus had watched Gran's training footage over this past year, so he understood perfectly why Little Broly's power grew so quickly during the first six months—and why it slowed drastically in the latter half.
In the first half-year, Broly had been brutalized by Zangya once.
But in the following six months, no one provoked him, so he never lost control.
Naturally, his growth slowed.
"Lord Beerus, are you watching Broly?" Whis asked.
"Yes."
Beerus nodded.
"His power is still just as wild and unruly, but thanks to Gran's teaching, he's improved a lot in actual combat."
"Indeed."
Whis paused for a moment, then continued calmly:
"Unfortunately, the techniques he learned only work when he's conscious."
Beerus let out a sigh and reached for his chips again.
"Then we'll just have to wait until after that big battle in nine years before we go searching for the Super Wish Orbs."
Whis didn't comment further. Whatever he was thinking remained unreadable.
The two remained silent for a while.
Then Beerus finally broke the quiet.
"Whis, show me what's happening on Earth right now."
Compared to Broly, he was actually far more interested in Son Goku's development.
Of course, his attention on Goku was also related to Gran.
Goku's simple-minded personality was much like Gran's.
And people like them often had frightening martial arts potential.
"Very well."
Whis already knew what Beerus wanted to see, so he pulled up the footage of Goku's past year of training.
In the projection, Goku had found the Turtle Hermit and spent several months training alongside Krillin.
Then came the Tenkaichi Budōkai.
The final result didn't change—Master Roshi, disguised as Jackie Chun, won the championship.
And yes, Goku also ate through Roshi's entire prize money, as always.
"..."
After watching it all, Beerus was speechless.
To him, their fights looked like children splashing around in mud—their strength was laughably weak.
But…
The Turtle Hermit's martial arts did have something real behind them.
Especially his Turtle School doctrine:
Train well, study well, eat well, rest well…
"Whis, you were right. Earth really is a sacred land for martial arts."
Beerus said this with a rare serious expression.
"Yes. That old man's martial arts carry a strong hint of heavenly influence."
Whis studied Master Roshi carefully.
He knew that Roshi's martial lineage came from Popo via the Korin Tower.
"He's also quite good at teaching others."
Whis then looked toward Goku.
"That Kakarot boy… His power grows slowly, but with this old master guiding him, his martial foundations are becoming incredibly solid."
Beerus swallowed the chips in his mouth and nodded.
"And another thing—Gran's people really do have terrifying martial talent."
The two continued discussing Son Goku and the Turtle Hermit, and ultimately Beerus reached a conclusion.
Goku hadn't even stepped foot into the heavens yet, and already he'd built such a firm martial foundation.
Once he truly ascended to the heavenly realm, his martial ability would certainly improve dramatically.
As for Goku currently being as weak as a newborn chick, Beerus and Whis weren't concerned in the slightest.
In martial arts, raw power is actually the easiest thing to train.
Goku being weak now simply meant he was gathering strength for a massive leap in the future.
Gran had been right all along—Earth really was the best place for this kid.
Whis' projection continued playing.
After the Tenkaichi Budōkai ended, Goku soon encountered the Red Ribbon Army.
Seeing that, Beerus immediately lost interest.
He instructed Whis to shut off Earth's feed and returned his focus to Gran's training.
Another quiet year slipped by, and now it was Age 751.
Two full years had passed since Gran set out to train the Destruction Rules.
However, despite Gran's monstrous talent, he still had not taken the final step.
His destructive power remained stuck at the threshold of Rule Level Stage One.
"This guy… It's been two whole years and he's still not done?!"
Beerus paced back and forth beside the lake, visibly agitated.
Two years gone—less than eight years remained before the future Destruction God Candidate War.
How could he not worry?
"Whis, didn't you say everything was within your expectations? Then why isn't he finished yet?!"
Beerus turned around and grabbed Whis by the shoulders.
"Lord Beerus, please remain calm."
Whis gently pushed his hands away and said evenly:
"We're talking about Rules. Didn't you also spend over ten years training your Destruction to the Rule level?"
He wasn't wrong.
If mastering the Rules were easy, everyone would be a God of Destruction.
And take Toppo in the anime, or Vegeta in the manga—their so-called Destruction was not truly Rule-level.
Just like before, Gran's earlier destruction power merely had the effect of destruction—nothing more.
"Don't tell me Gran will also need more than ten years?!"
Beerus staggered back two steps, his face turning pale.
"What are you thinking? You know Gran's talent. Can you compare to him?"
Whis tapped his staff, and Gran's projection reappeared in the sky.
"In my calculations, Gran should need about five years to reach the Rule level."
"Five years from now, the Elder Kai should also have fully recovered."
"At that time, we can have the Elder Kai unlock Gran's potential."
Whis laid out his entire plan.
Only two years had passed—everything was progressing exactly as he had predicted.
There was no need to panic.
However
"What? Five years?!"
Beerus looked as though he had been struck by lightning.
"What's wrong?" Whis asked.
What was wrong? Everything was wrong!
If the Elder Kai unlocked Gran's potential, that would also take a long time.
And Gran wasn't mortal anymore.
Would he even have time to train his raw power afterward?
Gran's strongest state right now was only God-level Stage One—far too weak for the Omni-King's universe.
"Lord Beerus, don't worry. Haven't I had Gran wear that gravity training suit every time he goes out to destroy planets?"
Whis chuckled softly, clearly knowing exactly what Beerus was thinking.
He had planned for everything.
"..."
Beerus was speechless.
"That isn't exactly strength training, you know. Can that even work?"
"It can."
Whis's tone suddenly shifted.
He pointed at the projection of Gran and declared:
"He won't need five years anymore."
"With his current condition, he only needs two more years to reach the Rule-level!"
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