Celebration Assembly
The Queen's Elite Guard and the Askari Squad belong to Sephiria and Askari respectively, and have always been known for their small numbers. The Queen's Elite Guard, in particular, has maintained a size of nine members for a long time, making it arguably the most combat-effective Special Combat Team in the entire universe.
The rigorous selection process endowed both teams with formidable combat power, but with the expansion of Sephiria Force, especially the development of the Askari Legion in the East Galaxy, the number of members in both teams became somewhat insufficient.
The need to expand the team has become urgent.
If we could take advantage of the 20th anniversary of the Sephiria Force to hold a selection process, assessing the Saiyan' overall strength while also expanding the number of members in both teams, that would be a good option.
In principle, Roland agreed to hold such a Martial Arts Tournament. However, such a large-scale tournament is quite troublesome to handle. The venue and the selection of participants need to be strictly controlled to prevent people with ulterior motives from infiltrating.
These trivial matters will be left to Hertz and Nalis to handle.
"The venue for the tournament is planned to be a planet within the territory of the Sephiria Force, and the date will be in a month. The Lis Race people need to use this time to modify the planet, building an arena suitable for the intensity of the competition. In addition, we also need to consider defense capabilities, which can be handled by Battle Robot, so the number of robots needs to be increased..."
Hertz explained the details that needed to be noted at the conference.
Seeing that Hertz had considered everything thoroughly, Roland smiled, then suddenly remembered something, "Oh, right, when the conference starts, make sure to prepare the catering arrangements well. I plan to invite a distinguished guest over."
"Yes, you can rest assured about the food; I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Saiyan known for their strict dietary standards.
Hertz asked in confusion, "Who are you going to invite, someone from the Galaxy Patrol Organization or someone from the Galaxy Mercenary Organization?"
These two cosmic-level organizations have relatively close ties with the Sephiria Force.
Roland smiled and shook her head, "Neither. The other party is a powerful figure hiding behind the scenes. I've only met them a few times. I just don't know if they would be willing to condescend to come here!"
"There's someone you call a god?" Hertz asked in surprise after hearing this.
"Of course I am. In the eyes of true masters, I'm nothing special. You'll see when the time comes."
Seeing that Roland's words were not unfounded, Hertz immediately took the matter to heart and nodded solemnly, indicating that he would arrange everything properly. Roland naturally trusted Hertz's abilities completely, and then handed over the announcement of the conference to Hertz and Nalis before leaving the office with Bardock and the others.
The person Roland actually wanted to invite was Whis.
Since returning from another world, Roland has been busy consolidating his power. After a year of reflection, he felt that he had settled down enough and that he needed to improve further. However, having cultivated to his current level, the path ahead was actually quite clear.
It's simply a matter of continuing to develop physical strength or elevate one's realm, growing stronger along the path of the gods.
However, cultivation is simple in theory but fraught with difficulties in practice. If one were to immerse oneself in arduous cultivation, it's not that cultivation is impossible, but the time required would certainly be considerable.
At this point, having a skilled expert to guide you becomes extremely important.
Roland immediately thought of Whis. If he could get guidance from the Angel who trained Beerus, the God of Destruction, his path ahead would be much smoother.
Unlike other gods who look down on mortals, Whis is quite approachable and easy to get along with. It just so happens that Viss enjoys fine food, so if one could put some effort into catering to his tastes and prepare more delicious meals, establishing a relationship with a great god like Whis would be ideal.
The other party can train a master like Beerus, the God of Destruction; even a casual pointer from them would be extremely useful to me.
After leaving Hertz's office, Goku chuckled and followed, "Roland, can I participate in that Martial Arts Tournament?"
"Of course you can, but you probably won't join the Queen's Elite Guard or Askari Squad, will you?" Roland said, smiling at Goku.
Goku scratched his head. "Forget about joining the team, I just want to spar with people."
"We know you want to be free and unrestrained, so join us if you want!"
"Ah, thank you so much! The thought of fighting against masters from Macrocosm makes me incredibly excited!" Goku laughed heartily.
"Master, I want to participate too!" Bulla raised his hand.
Roland patted Bulla's little head and said, "If you want to participate, you need to intensify your training, otherwise you'll be eliminated very quickly."
"Okay, I'll try my best!"
Bulla's eyes formed crescent shapes as he nodded with a grin.
Seeing that his son and granddaughter both wanted to participate in the competition, Bardock also felt itchy to join in. However, considering that his strength was not outstanding, he hesitated. After glancing at the eager Bulla, Bardock suddenly shook his head and smiled. Even his young granddaughter had chosen to participate in the competition, so what did he have to hesitate about?
"I'll participate too, hopefully I won't lose too badly," Bardock said with a smile.
"There's still a month until the competition. If we train hard, we can improve our skills considerably," Roland said.
"I've made up my mind. I'll be staying on Planet Sadala for the next month to train," Goku said, clapping his hands firmly.
Seeing Goku rubbing their hands together in anticipation, Roland stroked his chin, a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Bardock is actually an extremely talented warrior. With a month of arduous training, supplemented by Senzu Bean and Tree of Might, he should be able to improve significantly.
The news of the Martial Arts Tournament was quickly spread through the propaganda department of the Sephiria Force, and the entire North Galaxy was in an uproar, especially on Planet Sadala. All the Saiyan, upon hearing the news, were eager to show their skills at the tournament.
This resulted in training areas across Planet Sadala being overcrowded. Some Saiyan with average resources could only train in their home training rooms, while those with better resources simply hired instructors and entered a state of intensive special training.
In space, fewer teams were carrying out missions, as they all ended their missions and returned home.
When the Galactic Mercenary Organization first received the news of a large number of missions being interrupted, they were quite startled, thinking that something had happened within the Saiyan. However, after investigating, they found out that the Sephiria Force were planning some kind of 20th anniversary celebration.
"Hildis, we can't miss the celebration of the Sephiria Force, so you'll have to go!"
At the headquarters of the Galaxy Mercenaries, the mercenary guild leader summoned a white-skinned, white-haired alien and gave him instructions.
"Yes, sir." Hildis nodded.
"Sephiria Force has maintained a good cooperative relationship with us over the years. Please convey my greetings to them."
After a while, the president added, "By the way, after the celebration, let's go to the North Galaxy to investigate a planet called 'White Star.' That planet inexplicably collapsed a while ago, and nearby probes detected an unusual power at the moment of its destruction."
"The same thing happened in the East Galaxy, the South Galaxy, and the Galactic Center, but not in the West Galaxy. I have a feeling that the whole thing is not simple, and the cause should be in the West Galaxy. Be careful when you investigate."
"Hmm." Hildis nodded, taking the commander's instructions to heart, then bowed and left.