Bring Fuwah Along

As Gran's voice fell, Beerus, Champa, Old Kai, Shin, and the others wore strange expressions.

They seemed excited, and they seemed expectant...

This Candidate God of Destruction Tournament had been in preparation for ten years. It was finally about to begin!

"Mm."

Champa looked at everyone. "I'll be right back."

With that, he headed toward Rose and Hit.

Over by Hit.

He helped Rose up and said flatly, "Are you okay?"

"Why don't you let Lord Gran punch you and see if you're okay!" Rose rubbed his face. That punch had nearly knocked his brains out.

"Sorry, but I'm not as stupid as you."

"?"

Rose froze. He shoved away the hand supporting him and frowned. "How am I stupid?"

"You knew you couldn't win, yet you still rushed in to get yourself beaten up. What else would that make you but an idiot?"

Hit slipped his hands back into his pockets. His voice was cold and indifferent, but his words were full of mockery.

Rose had spent fifty years with Hit in the Time Chamber, so the two of them could be considered good friends.

Rose was not angry. He merely shook his head helplessly.

"I was a little stupid, but that's the Martial Heart I've always pursued. I won't back down!"

As soon as he said that.

A voice came from the lakeside. "Very good!"

The owner of that voice was Champa.

Champa walked up to Rose. Rose was about five feet seven, with a rather lean build, but he was the strongest among this batch of Saiyans.

He was also the strongest one aside from Hit!

"Rose, you did well."

Champa patted Rose on the shoulder, then glanced at Hit and mocked, "I like your spirit. Unlike this guy Hit, who surrendered before he even finished his