Beerus Awakens

Whis cleared his throat.

Then he opened his mouth and began singing loudly toward the ceiling.

That singing... it simply could not be described in human language.

There was no melody whatsoever. It was the ultimate brain-piercing demonic noise.

"Ahhhhh—"

Sure enough, the instant Whis began singing, Beerus abruptly opened his eyes.

He clutched his long ears in agony and rolled around wildly on the bed.

"Stop! Make it stop!"

Beerus roared, his voice filled with torment.

"Stop singing! I'm getting up already."

Only after Beerus finally spoke did Whis close his mouth in satisfaction.

His signature gentle smile returned to his face.

After a chaotic round of fussing.

Whis finally coaxed the ill-tempered God of Destruction into taking a bath as though he were soothing a child.

At the dining table.

Beerus, dressed in his God of Destruction attire, yawned as he ate breakfast.

Standing beside him, Whis asked curiously.

"Come to think of it."

"Why did Lord Beerus specifically set his alarm to wake up today?"

"Don't you usually sleep for several hundred years at a time?"

Beerus stuffed a mouthful of food into his mouth.

Resting his chin on one hand, he chewed and spoke indistinctly.

"There's something I'm a little concerned about."

A thoughtful glint flashed through Beerus's golden eyes.

"While I was sleeping, I seem to have had a prophetic dream."

"The dream said that today, I'd meet an opponent who could let me have a little fun."

Whis was slightly surprised upon hearing that.

Then, as though he had thought of something, a knowing smile curled across his lips.

"Oh?"

Following Beerus's words, Whis continued asking.

"So what kind of person could possibly qualify as Lord Beerus's opponent?"

Beerus set down his utensils and irritably scratched his head.

Tilting his head back, he desperately