Whis had always been gentle and refined, but Gran's departure and Beerus shouting at him pushed him past his limit.
Whis swung his staff and struck Beerus square on the forehead.
"Ah!"
Beerus's eyes bulged again. He clutched his head and cried out in pain.
At the sight of Beerus's misery, Old Kai no longer dared to make a scene. He hovered off to the side, quiet as a mouse.
"Hmph. Gran's already gone. What's the point of saying any of this now?" Whis snapped.
"That's still your fault!"
Beerus refused to back down and talked back again.
But then—
Thud!
The staff struck his forehead once more.
"Aaagh!"
Whis ignored Beerus and waved his staff. The Realm of the Gods, which Beerus had just destroyed, returned to its former state.
"Time Kai, you saw this coming all along, didn't you?" Whis stood beneath a large tree, his voice tinged with sarcasm.
"Uh, lovely weather we're having."
Kronoa pretended she hadn't understood a word and looked up at the sky.
Whis: "..."
Whis fell silent, but Beerus wasn't about to let Kronoa off so easily. He never let a slight go unanswered.
Beerus lunged toward Kronoa, frightening her into slipping straight into the Space-Time Rift.
"Lord Beerus is so rude!"
Kronoa's voice reached them from within the Space-Time Rift.
Beerus ground his teeth and shouted at the empty air, "You little brat! Get back out here!"
"Gran isn't even from your timeline. Did you think forcing him to stay would make him want to?"
"..."
"If I were you, Lord Beerus, I'd take on a Candidate God of Destruction too."
At Kronoa's words,
everyone turned to look at Trunks.
Gran had just told them to help Trunks with his training if they could. Perhaps Trunks could shoulder some of Beerus's