Gohan stopped and turned back to look at him in confusion.
After everyone else had left the conference room, Sun Wuxiu looked directly into Son Gohan's eyes and asked seriously.
"Gohan, regarding this Tournament of Power, do you want to be someone who can provide a safety net, or are you merely thinking that participating is enough?"
Son Gohan looked somewhat puzzled and asked.
"Uncle, what do you mean?"
Sun Wuxiu smiled. His tone was calm, yet faintly persuasive.
"I have a way to make you stronger in a short time—a qualitative leap in power."
"Of course, the choice is yours."
"Even if you only have your current strength, I believe we can still win the Tournament of Power with our tactics."
"So the choice is yours."
Son Gohan looked at his unfathomable Uncle and fell into thought.
The smiling faces of his wife Videl and his daughter Pan flashed through his mind.
At a time when the universe faced the threat of Erasure, being an ordinary participant simply was not enough.
Every additional bit of strength was another layer of security.
After a brief silence, Son Gohan's gaze became incomparably resolute.
"I want to become stronger!"
Son Gohan gave his answer without hesitation.
Sun Wuxiu nodded after hearing his reply.
"Then stay home tomorrow and don't run around. I'll bring someone to meet you."
The night passed without incident.
The next morning, after getting up and finishing breakfast, Sun Wuxiu walked out into the courtyard.
He raised his right hand, pressed his joined index and middle fingers to his forehead, and let his energy spread into the depths of endless time and space as he used Instant Transmission across time itself.
The scene shifted to the Future Timeline.
Following Future Gohan's energy, Sun Wuxiu precisely completed the spatial jump.