70: Whis and Bulma.

A final display of beautiful fireworks brought this night of interesting and intense fights to a close. However, it was clear that the final night would be held in two days.

While the night was over for the spectators, it was not for the fighters and others. They had not yet left the venue and were chatting among themselves without any visible animosity.

Why would there be? These were not fights to the death! The main purpose of this tournament has always been to share martial arts experience and knowledge with others.

In past editions, it was not uncommon for fighters to become friends after competing against each other during the tournament. For example, Krillin was quietly chatting with Lapis, realizing they had a lot in common.

Jotaro Kujo was quietly listening to Garp's strange and loud words. Meanwhile, Toguro was drinking a bottle of orange juice while watching an interesting exchange.

Bulma, Sensui, and Yujiro had found each other. The three of them faced each other silently. At first, this wasn't too unusual, but the strangeness of the atmosphere soon attracted the attention of the others.

Even Ten Shin Han, who was in low spirits because his master scolded him for losing his fight, looked up to witness this.

"Do you think anything is going to happen?" Lazuli asked Chi-Chi quietly, but the latter shook her head.

"I don't think so. Bulma is quite reasonable..." Chi-Chi's words were abruptly cut off by the breaking of the strange silence between the three of them.

"Are we fighting or what!?" Bulma exclaimed, annoyed by the strange atmosphere that had settled between them.

At first, Bulma had just wanted to chat with Sensui and establish a line of communication, but Yujiro approached her out of nowhere. Although Bulma had dealt with this man days ago, she still wasn't accustomed to his presence, so she remained silent.

Sensui was still tired from his fight and didn't feel like talking. Noticing the uncomfortable silence, he closed his eyes to regain his stamina.

Yujiro, on the other hand, was examining the two young fighters in front of him more closely. He was also relatively young, but compared to Sensui, who appeared to be 18, and Bulma, who was a year or two younger, he seemed much more mature.

When Bulma finally lost her patience and raised her voice, Yujiro seemed to notice something and burst out laughing. There wasn't a loud noise, nor any change in his aura, but the atmosphere visibly relaxed.

"As much as I would like to fight both of you, we should save everything for the final night, don't you think? I just wanted to stop by and say hello. After all, you never know when you'll meet like-minded people," Yujiro said before taking a cursory look at all the fighters present.

"Everyone here, as well as those who couldn't stay, seems interesting to me. I want to see what will happen in two days. But that's not why I wanted to chat. I want to talk about him," Yujiro said, pointing toward the corner where Whis stood, watching everything with a slight smile.

"Why can't we feel you?" Yujiro asked directly, causing Whis to raise an eyebrow.

"Maybe I'm good at hiding my energy signature. Wouldn't that be normal among you?" Whis retorted, but his answer didn't seem to convince Yujiro, who shook his head.

"No, it's one thing to hide your energy, but you'd still leave traces. Even if a person were as connected to nature as that girl," Yujiro paused before pointing at Bulma, letting the others take in his words. Then he continued, 

"You would be detectable. No one possesses perfect stealth. Sounds, wind—even some people might notice the disturbance in the surrounding energy. Who knows? But you...even to my conventional senses, you're not. I guess you simply rebelled against me shortly before I noticed you, right?

How powerful must someone be to leave no trace, to the extent that it seems the world ignores you?" Yujiro's final question resonated strongly among those present. Even Bulma, who knew more about them from her past life, felt astonished.

Bulma tried to detect Whis' emotions, but she couldn't. He was as inert as stone; there were no emotions or intentions to detect. Bulma knew Whis possessed divine ki, which she generally wouldn't be able to sense. However, by focusing all her attention on the subtle natural energy surrounding the environment, she still couldn't detect Whis.

By this point, Bulma understood the difference between high-level and low-level beings to a greater extent. Even with Gohan's philosophy of the Sora path, in which heaven encompasses everything and everyone, Whis simply seemed to be an independent being, as if he did not even belong to 'Heaven.'

"Humans are as thoughtful as ever. I still remember when I first met their ancestors. Ayla was the only one capable of sensing my existence before I revealed myself to her." Although Whis' words lacked context, clear parts caused a general shudder when understood.

The being in front of them could be older than the human species! That thought made Yujiro stop his somewhat irreverent attitude because the meaning was obvious.

Only a powerful being or someone with special status could live so long and have such good stealth abilities. This only sparked curiosity and awe. What stories could someone like him tell? What could he teach them?

Could they learn from him, even just a little? No one knew how powerful one had to be to be as amazing as Whis. The idea of someone like him giving them advice made their eyes sparkle with excitement.

Even Bulma was interested. She knew her power wasn't enough to make Whis try to teach her something basic, but she hoped a little advice would help her raise her power level. She was the first to ask.

As a good scientist, how could she not treat her strength technically? Though she kept the mysterious element in her practice due to Gohan's training, Bulma had recognized her problems and written them down as questions she constantly sought to answer.

"How can I better understand nature?" Bulma asked. Whis noticed the excitement in all the fighters and knew the purpose of each immediately. He smiled upon hearing Bulma's question.

"You can try to understand nature through scientific tests or mysterious methods, but I prefer connecting to it and letting your instincts as part of the natural environment help you understand it," Whis answered clearly and concisely.

He didn't tell Bulma how to connect to nature or claim that his method was the best. His words were merely a guide based on his personal experience, which Bulma could accept or reject at her discretion.

"You have much to learn, child. If you reach a certain level of strength one day, perhaps I can practice with you," Whis said suddenly, causing Bulma to freeze, unsure of how to respond.

Did Whis offer to teach her just like that? It seemed too unrealistic. Bulma knew how complicated it should be to ask an angel like Whis for even basic training.

Seeing Bulma's expression, Whis tapped the ground with his staff, and a metallic object with a huge green gem in the center appeared. With a simple gesture, the object floated toward Bulma, who took it in her hand.

"With this, you can chat with me, though I won't always respond. Don't be surprised. The employees of your father's company gave me a lot of delicious food I'd never tasted before. It wouldn't hurt to return the favor somehow." Whis' words shattered Bulma's illusion that she had attracted an angel with her talent and beauty.

'That's his stomach talking!' Bulma complained mentally. She didn't show this on her face, though. She simply bowed before putting the communication device away in her pocket.

"Thank you, Mr. Whis," Bulma said. Although it wasn't what she expected, at least she had made contact with Whis much sooner than expected. Perhaps with Whis' help, her idea of creating a platform for martial artists in the universe could be carried out more easily.

After Bulma thanked Whis, many more people began to ask him a single question, understanding that they should seize the moment to ask for advice.

Although nothing spectacular happened, such as someone suddenly attaining enlightenment, the minds of the fighters in this place were boiling, especially the eight who would fight in two nights.

What surprises would Whis' words bring these people in just a few days?

...

"Thank you for inviting me to this delicious dinner, Mr. Brief," said Whis, looking at Doctor Brief at the table and giving him his thanks.

"Don't worry! It's just a courtesy gesture. Besides, it was Bulma's idea!" Brief pointed to his daughter, Bulma, with his chin. She was shaking hands with her sister, Tights, who insisted on showing Whis her album of embarrassing photos of Bulma, and Jaco just stood by.

The table was large enough for many people to sit around it and share a feast worthy of one of the richest families on Earth. All the Brief family members were there, as well as Gohan and Goku, Ox King and his wife, the mother of Chi-Chi, and an extremely beautiful woman named Jade.

Oolong was there with Puar, which meant that Yamcha was too, as well as Krillin and Muten Roshi. The latter seemed to want to say something to Whis but held back.

Whis, noticing this strange attitude, looked at him. For the first time in a long time, genuine amazement showed in Whis' eyes. It wasn't amazement at interesting human beings. No matter how special Bulma is or how powerful Sensui is, they could never impress him beyond a sense of wonder.

Jotaro's ability to stop time did not impress Whis much either, since time was not a foreign concept to Whis; he could manipulate it to some extent.

But now, as he looked closely at Muten Roshi, he noticed something he had ignored before. He had simply categorized the old man as another human elder, perhaps special because of his mentality, but nothing more.

"You can ask me anything you want," Whis said, causing the table to fall silent. Then, Muten Roshi stared at Whis for a few seconds before speaking.

"Why do you move so well?" It was a simple question, but Whis smiled, knowing that with Muten Roshi's question, he had the perfect excuse for Beerus if he got angry.

"Because I know how to move well," Whis answered simply. Muten Roshi nodded before looking at his apprentice, Gohan.

"Looks like we need to keep learning how to move better," Roshi said. His words might have confused others, but as his apprentice, Gohan understood his master's motive.

"I don't think we'll ever be like him, but they will," Gohan said, looking at the youngsters in front of him. His gaze inevitably focused on Goku and Bulma.

For a moment, a strange image flashed through his mind: Goku's hair had turned silver, and he looked unusually serious. A silver halo appeared above Bulma's head.

The image was so fleeting that Gohan simply dismissed it as a daydream. However, Whis looked in Gohan's direction with interest because, in that very instant, he sensed that this mere mortal's connection to the world had deepened slightly.

'Earth is certainly the most interesting world in the Universe 7,' thought the angel before his attention was drawn to dessert: a tasty cheesecake.

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AN: La Tierra, lo má' duro del sitema. Klk. 

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