"Son Gohan?"
Jiren's eyes lit up when he saw who had arrived.
"What brings you to our universe?"
The big-eyed man was cold and taciturn by nature.
In short, he was aloof.
But even he couldn't help feeling a little excited at the sight of Son Gohan.
After speaking, however, his expression returned to its usual calm.
Son Gohan smiled. "I came to your universe on some business, so I thought I'd stop by and see you."
"Oh," Jiren replied, without asking what that business was.
"Have you been training hard all these years?" Son Gohan asked.
"Yes, of course. I still have a lot to do, so I need to grow stronger."
"Heh, really, we're all just trying to keep pushing past our limits," Son Gohan said with a smile.
"What do you say? Interested in having a fight with me?"
At Son Gohan's words, Jiren's eyes flashed.
"Yes. Nothing would please me more," he answered without hesitation.
What Saiyan didn't love a fight? Son Gohan was naturally no exception.
Seeing Jiren had left him itching for action, so he decided to have a fight first.
Jiren was already training on a barren planet, so they didn't need to find another place to spar. This would do.
The two stood facing each other.
Watching them were Marcarita, the Angel with twin ponytails, and Toppo, the God of Destruction Intern.
Jiren said, "Son Gohan, turn into that silver-haired form. I won't hold back."
"All right." Son Gohan nodded.
Then Son Gohan clenched both fists, stirred up his Ki, and transformed into Beast Form with a thunderous surge.
This was the form Jiren had seen during the Tournament of Power.
What he didn't know was that Son Gohan still had an even more advanced transformation in reserve.
Son Gohan simply didn't