"How much?" Vegeta asked with interest.
"A God of Destruction's battle power can't be calculated with numbers at all! But if we absolutely had to..." Rumsshi turned to Kusu. "Kusu, calculate how strong I'd be in terms of his battle power."
"My, my... That's quite a project." Kusu smiled. "Let me work it out..."
Kusu silently calculated on her fingers.
A minute later.
"If we absolutely had to convert Lord Rumsshi's strength into battle power, it would be about 10 to the 47th power," Kusu said thoughtfully. "That's an astronomically high number."
Vegeta: "..."
Vegeta fell silent.
10 to the 47th power.
That was a 1 followed by 47 zeroes.
It really was an astronomical number.
"Actually, you can't calculate it that way. Gods have their own way of fighting. Numbers can be used as a unit of measurement, but when a God of Destruction truly fights, what matters is the God of Destruction Technique—in other words, Destruction Energy," Kusu explained.
"Got it." Vegeta nodded.
Kusu: "..."
How come you understand everything as soon as I explain it?
"So basically, whoever can gather more Destruction Energy is stronger, right?" Vegeta asked.
"Kid, did you understand what I said at all?" Rumsshi said, his face dark. "What do you mean, whoever gathers more Destruction Energy is stronger? The size of the destruction has nothing to do with a God of Destruction's strength."
"For example, if our Destruction Energy is equally strong, wouldn't the person who gathers more of it be stronger?" Vegeta replied confidently.
Rumsshi: "..."
"Mr. Vegeta has a point. If the Destruction Energy is equally strong, then gathering more of it would indeed make it more powerful," Kusu said with a nod.
"Kusu, don't indulge this kid. Everything he says is nonsense," Rumsshi snorted.
"Whether it's nonsense doesn't matter anymore," Vegeta said with a smile. "Let's keep going. I want to keep raising my battle power. I'll try to get it to 10 billion today."
Rumsshi let out a helpless sigh.
Why did training with this kid feel so exhausting?
I beat him up until he was hurting.
But he never made a sound.
It left Rumsshi without the slightest sense of accomplishment.
For Rumsshi, beating people up was usually a lot of fun.
But when Rumsshi's fists and feet landed on Vegeta, he acted like nothing had happened.
During the battle that followed,
Vegeta even tore off his own arm and swung it around as a weapon.
After seeing him fight like that, Rumsshi felt like he was about to lose it.
Who fights like that?
The day passed in no time.
Vegeta checked his energy level.
He'd made quite a lot of progress.
He hadn't reached 10 billion,
but he'd raised his base battle power to 8 billion.
This Ultra Divine Water really was something.
I'd already reached my limit.
But after drinking the Ultra Divine Water, my limit rose again.
Now that my battle power is at 8 billion, it looks like I can still double it.
Vegeta was thrilled.
That evening, in a good mood, Vegeta gave Kusu and Rumsshi an extra chicken leg each.
They were roasted chicken legs, Orleans-style.
After Rumsshi tasted how delicious they were, his displeasure finally began to fade.
"Hey, kid, what's the plan for tomorrow?" Rumsshi asked. "Are you going to keep training with me?"
"Of course not. I'm training with Kusu tomorrow. Didn't we agree that I'd train with you on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and with Kusu on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays?" Vegeta shook his head.
Training required a balance between work and rest.
Vegeta knew that very well.
Training with Rumsshi nonstop and constantly increasing his battle power by coming close to death wasn't a sustainable plan.
Vegeta needed time to adapt.
Training with Kusu was exactly what he needed for that.
A day of training with Kusu would let Vegeta make the most of his increased battle power.
When Rumsshi heard he wouldn't have to train Vegeta the next day, he breathed a small sigh of relief.
After training with you for a whole day, I feel more exhausted than you do.
The next day.
Vegeta and Kusu got ready to fight.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Vegeta raised his energy to its full power and launched a fierce attack at Kusu.
He still couldn't even touch her clothes.
Vegeta thought about it. If I converted my current battle power into Kusu's system of measurement, how much would it be?
It probably wasn't even 10 to the 10th power.
10 to the 10th power was 10 billion.
My battle power is only 8 billion.
The road ahead is long. I'll seek far and wide.
My biggest goal is to touch Kusu... Ahem, I mean, make contact with Kusu.
All right, I admit it. My mind went astray.
"Mr. Vegeta is still using his brain to direct his body's movements," Kusu said with a smile. "The essence of Ultra Instinct is that every part of the body can move freely."
"Every part of the body can move freely?" Vegeta's thoughts immediately went even further astray.
"Hey... What's with that look on your face?" Kusu wiped away her sweat.
Why did I feel like you were thinking about something inappropriate?
Aren't you only five years old?
Are kids these days growing up so fast?
"It's nothing. Don't worry about the little details." Vegeta grinned.
The day's training ended in no time.
It looked like Vegeta's battle power hadn't increased during the day's training.
But Vegeta knew better.
Although his battle power hadn't increased, his energy had undergone a qualitative change.
If before it had been a quantitative change,
then now his energy was changing in quality.
Vegeta could clearly feel his energy gradually transforming into divine energy.
It would be a long process,
but the fact that it was happening was a good sign.
Kusu: "..."
Kusu stared at Vegeta, feeling that she understood him less and less.
This little guy's talent really was extraordinary.
Time flowed like water, and the years flew by.
Before anyone knew it, nine years had passed.
As agreed,
Vegeta trained with Rumsshi every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
When training with Rumsshi, Vegeta's main task was learning how to take a beating.
He continued to grow stronger by getting beaten up.
For Vegeta, this was nothing.
Compared to the pain of the Ultra Divine Water... Well, there was no comparison.
However, after every training session with Rumsshi, Vegeta would pull out a small notebook and a pen and write down a number.
Rumsshi found it rather puzzling.
What exactly is that number supposed to mean?