The once quiet and solemn God of Destruction Realm soon rang with the clatter of cooking utensils.
Seeing this, Whis suddenly felt a little guilty.
If Lord Beerus found out he had brought a child back to the God of Destruction Realm and filled the place with the smells of cooking...
He would surely get an earful!
Whis glanced back at the God of Destruction's temple in the distance. Lord Beerus was still fast asleep, and he felt considerably reassured.
Heh heh heh!!
That means when the food's ready, I'll get to enjoy it all by myself again!
Meanwhile.
After breaking down the big fish, Guran began preparing a whole-fish feast while sensing his own power.
Wait!
According to my memories, I'm just an Elite Saiyan with a power level of 800.
But why does my power level of 800 feel so strong?!
Guran held his cooking utensils. Excluding the time he had spent unconscious, strictly speaking, he had only transmigrated half a day ago, and he still didn't understand the concept of power very well.
But he really felt like he could blow up a planet right now!
Should I give it a try?
Guran looked back at Whis by the lake. Whis was lying on a beach chair with his eyes half closed.
Let's do it!
He turned around and aimed his hand at the distant mountain range, then began gathering his power as he remembered.
Hum! Hum!
Like a pump drawing water, Guran could feel power being drawn from every part of his body.
So tingly!
Wait, wrong channel. Guran only felt his body swell slightly, and a ki blast suddenly appeared in his palm.
"Is this the ki blast from the anime?!!!"
Guran was thrilled. As a child, he had always dreamed of being able to create a ki blast!
His dream had finally come true!
"Go!"
Holding a cooking utensil in his left hand, Guran swung his right hand forcefully toward the distant mountain range. The ki blast in his hand shot out instantly.
In a flash!
Boom!
A massive explosion erupted over the distant mountain range!
When the smoke cleared, Guran couldn't see any damage to the mountain range.
Come to think of it, that was only natural. This was the legendary God of Destruction Realm, after all!
But...
"Why does it feel like my power level is higher than 800?"
While Guran was still bewildered, Whis opened his eyes slightly on the beach chair by the lake.
He had seen everything Guran had just done, but he hadn't stopped him.
The little fellow's power had increased to two hundred times what it had originally been. This was a benefit brought about by his ascension to a higher dimension.
Of course!
Part of the reason was also his constitution. A Saiyan's constitution allowed him to unleash his latent potential after coming close to death.
Whis had only discovered that after seeing Guran recover from his injuries.
He hadn't expected Saiyans to have such a talent. He suddenly felt it was a bit of a shame that Beerus had Frieza destroy the Saiyan race.
Of course, he wouldn't stop Beerus either. After all, he was only an Angel, and he wouldn't involve himself in anything within the universe.
There was one more thing. Whis looked at the bewildered expression on Guran's face.
Just as I thought, the little fellow doesn't know the secret about himself either. I'll keep watching him.
Whis closed his eyes again.
"That's strange. Is a power level of 800 really that strong?"
Guran came to his senses and hurriedly looked at Whis, only to find that he hadn't paid any attention to the ki blast Guran had just thrown.
"Phew, that's a relief."
He let out a sigh of relief and hurried back to preparing the whole-fish feast for Whis.
Pan-frying, stir-frying, deep-frying, grilling...
He brought all his skills to bear.
Guran was only six years old. Although he was small, it didn't affect his skill in the kitchen.
As time passed, an enticing aroma gradually spread throughout the God of Destruction Realm.
"This smell!!"
Whis sat bolt upright on his beach chair, sniffing repeatedly.
"It smells amazing!!!"
Whis swallowed hard. These were definitely the most delicious aromas he had smelled in all his years!!!
If they smelled this good, wouldn't they taste unbelievably delicious?
He hadn't expected the little fellow to be telling the truth. He really did have the most delicious food in the universe!!
"No, the more I smell it, the better it gets!!"
Whis had originally wanted to maintain an air of composure, even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.
But at that moment, he couldn't hold back any longer.
Whoosh!
A streak of rainbow light flashed through the air, and he appeared beside Guran in an instant.
In front of Guran was a makeshift stove, covered with all sorts of dishes.
There was steamed fish, braised fish, sweet-and-sour fish, spicy boiled fish...
Besides the fish itself, there were also various preparations of fish offal, fish bones... and fish skin.
Every dish on the stove was different, but each one embodied the three qualities of color, aroma, and flavor!
Gulp!!
Whis kept swallowing. It smelled so good that he could barely hold himself back.
"There's one last dish. It'll be ready in a moment."
Guran continued working on the remaining ingredients, preparing them as sashimi.
Once the final dish was done, Guran placed the sashimi at the very back.
This sashimi was no different from the way the Japanese made it, but it was also one of the dishes in a whole-fish feast, so he had made it.
Sure enough!
As soon as Guran finished speaking, Whis immediately dug in.
The moment the food entered his mouth, its incomparably fresh, savory flavor washed over his taste buds!
Whis trembled all over.
"The knife work is excellent, the cooking is perfectly done, and the flavor is out of this world..."
"Damn it, they're all made with the same ingredients, so why does yours taste so good...?"
"My heavens, the person who invented these cooking methods was a genius..."
"What am I going to do? After eating this, I can't go back. What kind of garbage was I eating before...?"
Whis was completely immersed in the world of fine food. He tasted almost every dish, but left the fish sashimi untouched.
He ate that all the time, and now he didn't even want to look at it!!!
Guran nodded in satisfaction. This should have won Whis over through his stomach, right? Then there should be hope of getting Whis to teach him Ultra Instinct!
Seeing Whis eat so enthusiastically, Guran couldn't hold back either.
He now had a Saiyan's constitution, and he had been hungry for three days. He felt like he could eat a whole cow!
Guran joined the battle to devour the food, and bowls and plates clattered continuously.
Two hours passed.
Whis finally had his fill. He took out a napkin and gently wiped the grease from his lips, returning to his usual elegant self.
Guran, on the other hand, was only sixty percent full. The fish Whis had given him was still too small. For a Saiyan, two more fish like it would have been about right.
"Mr. Whis, what do you think? Does the food I made deserve to be called the most delicious in the universe?"
Guran blinked his big, round eyes, speaking like a little adult.
"..."
Whis looked down at the little brat and suddenly didn't know what to say.
He had never eaten anything so delicious. Food like this truly deserved to be called the most delicious in the universe.
But seeing the little brat's smug expression, he didn't want to...
In the end, Whis nodded. "It does."
"?"
Guran froze. He hadn't expected Whis to admit it.
Whis understood his expression and said irritably, "What, did you think I'd refuse to admit it?"
Guran scratched his head and smiled without talking back. He still wanted Whis to teach him how to cultivate, after all.
Whis smiled faintly. "I've never eaten any of the things you made, and they really were delicious beyond compare. Saving your little life wasn't in vain."
"Thank you again for saving me, Mr. Whis."
Guran bowed again. Whis was his savior, and no amount of courtesy was too much.
Whis waved his hand, signaling that was enough.
Neither of them spoke again. They both enjoyed the leisurely time after the whole-fish feast, and the lakeside fell quiet.
"Mr. Whis..."
Guran felt the time was about right.
He didn't belong in the God of Destruction Realm. If he didn't speak up soon, he might be sent away from the God of Destruction Realm in a little while.
Seeing the little fellow hesitate to speak, Whis seemed to guess what he wanted to say. He said nothing, merely turning his head to glance at him.
Guran bowed respectfully. "Mr. Whis, may I ask you to guide me in my cultivation?"