The Grand Minister's Decree

Universe 7, God of Destruction Realm.

A clear, cool breeze swept across the vast grasslands, stirring wave-like ripples that rose and fell. The sun hung high in the sky, giving off gentle warmth as bright rays shone through the clouds. The lake surface shimmered, sparkling beautifully.

Lord Beerus sat on a tree stump with a fishing rod in hand, his head constantly drooping as soft snores escaped his mouth. Smack! Beerus jolted awake from his dream and eagerly jerked up the rod. At the end of the hook was only a tiny fish as thick as a thumb.

"Tch." Beerus curled his lips in dissatisfaction and tossed the little fish back into the pond.

Just then, a fierce gust of wind swept over the area, sending enormous waves across the water. Beerus looked irritably at the people in the distance and roared, "If you want to train, go somewhere farther away from me! Don't disturb my fishing."

"Sorry, Lord Beerus. We'll be careful."

Son Goku pressed his hands together apologetically.

Beerus snorted and ignored them. Ever since the competition between Universe 6 and Universe 7 ended half a year ago, Beerus had allowed some sufficiently powerful fighters to enter the God of Destruction Realm to train, hoping to raise the universe's overall level. However, with so many people around, the God of Destruction Realm had become much noisier.

"If I weren't considering that the Omni-King might suddenly decide to hold a 'Tournament of Power,' I would never let these people stay in the God of Destruction Realm."

Lord Beerus stretched lazily, glanced at the nearly empty bucket, reeled in his fishing rod, and stood up.

"I should loosen up too, before that lot gets even more unruly."

His gaze settled on Son Goku, Vegeta, and the others training in the