"So you're that Gran!!"
Beerus rushed over and gripped Gran tightly by the shoulders, gazing at him as though he were a priceless treasure. "No wonder my other self took you as his disciple. So you have this kind of talent!"
"Lord Beerus, please calm down," Gran said with a wry smile. He had known this would happen if he came here.
"Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down?"
Beerus shook Gran wildly. "Judging by your age, you're only a few hundred years old at most, including the time you spent in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Yet you already have the strength of a true God of Destruction! If the other Gods of Destruction saw you, they'd go crazy!"
Trunks and Bulma watched with their mouths hanging wide open.
Even a genuine God of Destruction held Lord Gran in such high regard. He really was incredible!
Meanwhile, Kronoa covered her mouth and snickered. All these people could see was the martial prowess Gran couldn't hide.
If they knew his true strength, they would probably want to keep him in this timeline.
"Young man, you're certainly well built. No wonder you have such terrifying talent!"
Old Kai also ran over to Gran, feeling him all over and occasionally licking his lips.
Gran: "..."
Could this old man be any creepier?
Beneath a large tree in the Realm of the Gods, a gathering took place.
A tea table had been set up there, and everyone sat around it.
They drank tea and chatted, but their eyes never left Gran.
Whis, in particular, kept feeling that he had overlooked something. Could Gran actually be...
"Gran, how did my other self take you as his disciple?" Beerus asked.
"Lord Beerus, here's what happened."
Gran hid nothing, explaining how Vegeta had abandoned him