Chapter 7: The Awakening of Something Unheard Of

Mohito's POV

After successfully receiving permission from my Lord (not that I needed it, but formalities and all that nonsense), I threw the unconscious Saiyan into the Training Time Realm, a divine plane designed to mold Gods.

Now, normally, mortals wouldn't survive a second in there without proper protection, but I had a hunch. And my hunches were never wrong.

As I leaned against my staff, watching the tranquil void of the realm, a thought suddenly struck me.

Wait a second… what if this fool isn't just an Alpha Saiyan? Or an Omega?

My grip on my staff tightened.

What if… he's an unnatural mix of both?

A realization dawned on me. My father—the Grand Priest—once spoke in hushed tones about a mythical being, one that should have never existed, a monster so strong that even he shuddered at the thought.

The Origin Saiyan.

I used to think he was exaggerating. Pfft, a Saiyan strong enough to make the Grand Priest worry? Absurd.

But now?

Now, I felt like the biggest dumbass in the entire multiverse for not taking him seriously.

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The Awakening

The void trembled. A foreign, untamed energy pulsated from within the realm.

Hah. So he's finally waking up, huh?

I leaned forward, expecting the usual disoriented screaming and wild power flares.

Instead—

The kid laughed.

Not in the way some arrogant villain would. Not in the way some deranged psycho would.

It was… self-deprecating. Almost bitter.

Then, out of nowhere—

BOOOOOM!

A silver-grey light engulfed him, so blinding that even I, an Angel, had to shield my eyes.

(What… the hell is this? I can't peer through it? No divine sight, no cosmic sense—it's completely blocking me out?!)

A few moments later, when the light dimmed, there he stood.

Silent. Motionless. Tears streaming down his face.

He wasn't crying out of pain. No.

It was something deeper. Something fundamental.

Something primal.

A piece of his soul had just been reconnected, a void in his heart—filled.

And then it hit me.

Instinct.

Not Ultra Instinct, no—this was something else entirely. A sliver of something that even the Grand Priest never recorded in the multiversal archives.

And at that moment, my jaw hit the floor.

(Hah… holy shit… this is amazing.)

My lips curled into a crazed grin.

This was exciting.

Absolutely exhilarating.

"When I'm done training you," I whispered, my eyes gleaming, "you'll wish you were dead."

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Akuma's Resolve

Still caught in whatever revelation had just hit him, Akuma stood frozen, staring at the endless void above.

Naturally, I couldn't have that.

SWOOSH!

I teleported behind him, my presence masked completely.

"Heh," I smirked. "Aren't you a bit too carefree? Or are you just that weak?"

Akuma didn't flinch.

Instead, he slowly turned his head, his expression unreadable.

Then, with a voice devoid of hesitation, he responded—

"Neither. Why would I get stronger for something as shallow as power?" He exhaled. "I'll get stronger for the sake of being free. So that I can do whatever the hell I want."

He lifted his gaze to the non-existent sky.

"And maybe… just maybe, I'll finally learn the truth about my race."

(Oho? Now, this just got interesting.)

I chuckled. "Well, I don't care about your reasons. But know this—if I train you, it'll be hell. And you can't breathe a word of it to Lord Sidra. If he finds out, he'll erase you on the spot."

Akuma shrugged. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. As long as I get stron—"

BAAAAM!

I didn't let him finish. My fist slammed right into his temple.

"Agh! What the hell—?!"

BAM!

Another punch. Then another. Then another.

Until I stood over a bruised, battered, and thoroughly humbled Saiyan.

I cracked my knuckles. "Dumbass. Did you really think I'd let you prepare? Let you rest?"

I leaned in, my voice a low whisper.

"Always be wary. Even of the ones you trust most. You never know when they'll stab you in the back."

For the first time, Akuma's expression faltered.

A flicker of something—pain?

Then—

His body trembled.

A faint golden aura flickered around him, unstable.

"You're right…" he muttered. His breathing grew ragged. "I've always been too kind. Too stupidly naive."

Memories flashed through his mind.

His people.

His planet.

Gone.

His fists clenched.

"WUAAAAAAH!!!!"

BOOOOOOOM!

His energy erupted, wild and uncontrolled—shifting from False Legendary Super Saiyan to something deeper.

More refined.

And finally—

Legendary Super Saiyan.

He cracked his neck, his emerald-green aura flaring violently.

"Come at me," he grinned.

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A Few Moments Later…

…And now he was passed out in a crater, face-first.

I hovered above him, laughing my ass off.

"HAHAHAHA! That was pathetic!"

With a flick of my staff—TAP!—his injuries healed instantly.

Akuma groaned, sitting up. "Argh… where—? This seems… familiar… Mohito, where are you?!"

"Behind you. Boo."

Akuma flinched, instinctively punching out.

I blocked it. With a finger.

"Easy there, kid. I just went through the trouble of healing you."

Akuma grumbled. "Right, right… So, uh, who is this Lord Sidra you've been talking about? He strong?"

I smirked. "Only one way to find out."

And with that, we vanished.

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Lord Sidra's Palace

"Oiii! Oiii!! WHERE THE HELL DID MOHITO GO?!"

Sidra, the ever-lazy God of Destruction, fumed.

"Every time I need him, he ain't here! What's the point of an attendant if he's just gonna slack off?! Argh!"

Moments later—

SWOOSH!

"Ah, my Lord, there you are! I was looking for you." Lies.

Sidra's brow twitched. "Tch. Took you long enough. Remember that Saiyan you brought? Train him. I need an assistant for planetary destruction. I'm too kind, you see, and I feel guilty erasing planets myself."

I chuckled. "Way ahead of you, my Lord. The kid's power has already doubled. He reminds me of Yamoshi."

Sidra paled.

"Y-Yamoshi?! But his bloodline is—"

"Deluded? Normally, yes. But Akuma's is tenfold stronger. And his potential? Even greater than ours."

Sidra's soul left his body.

"Universe 9 to Lord Sidra. HELLO! SMACK! Snap out of it!"

Sidra groaned. "Ugh… Fine. But only a small spar. I won't use more than 5%."

I grinned.

"Perfect. Akuma, you better give it your all. Or you'll die."

Akuma cracked his knuckles.

"Bring it on!"

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Next Time on Ancient Legends…

A battle against a God.

A prophecy of doom.

And the beginning of the end.

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