Of course, some questions remained.
For instance, where that mysterious power had come from, and how those cold, evil auras had appeared...
Those things would have to wait until after the Inter-Universal Martial Arts Tournament for him to investigate at his leisure.
Also, Gran remembered how Whis, Vados, and Kusu had always seemed to hold something back whenever they faced him.
Gran suspected that those angels already knew about these matters. Perhaps once he returned, he could learn all the secrets directly from Whis and the others.
"Well..."
Quitela and Kur exchanged another glance.
"We'll meet again. Until next time."
Gran turned to leave.
Just then—
"Wait!"
Quitela could no longer hold back. "Mr. Gran, judging by your outfit, you must be a God of Destruction too."
"No."
Gran had his back to Quitela and Kur.
"??"
Quitela's eyes widened. "You're not a God of Destruction? Then why are you wearing a God of Destruction's outfit?"
"Who said only Gods of Destruction could wear this outfit? Can't a Candidate God of Destruction wear one too?"
"What?!"
Quitela's breathing quickened. "You mean you're only a..."
"That's right. I'm only a Candidate God of Destruction."
Boom—!
Gran's words struck like a thunderclap, leaving Quitela and Kur dizzy.
No wonder they didn't recognize Gran. He was only a Candidate God of Destruction.
But since when could a Candidate God of Destruction be this powerful?!
Had the world gone mad?!
If he had been a God of Destruction, Quitela really could have accepted his overwhelming strength.
Take Beerus in their timeline, for instance. His power had already reached the Angel Realm.
But how could a mere Candidate God of Destruction be so powerful?
"Mr. Gran, may I ask which universe you serve as Candidate God of Destruction in your original timeline?"
Quitela and Kur