Ui Goku

The arena of the Tournament of Power is trembling. The air itself feels heavy, charged with a heat that isn't fire, but pure, unadulterated pressure. ​In the center of the rubble, Goku stands perfectly still. His hair isn't gold or blue—it’s his natural black, but frayed and glowing with a faint, ghostly silver aura. His eyes, once full of friendly excitement, are now a piercing, stony silver. He isn't looking at his opponent; he is simply existing in a state beyond thought. The gods of destruction lean forward, their seats suddenly feeling very small. A pillar of white-hot light erupts from the crater where a tired warrior once fell. Out of the dust walks a man who has transcended the limits of mortality. Every step he takes ripples through the World of Void. He isn't just fighting anymore; he has become the bridge between instinct and action.