The Supreme Kai's realm shimmered under an ethereal sky—rolling emerald hills, crystalline lakes, air thick with divine serenity. Renkai materialized in a flash of golden light, his sharp features cutting a stark figure against the sacred expanse. Before him stood Xin, the Eastern Supreme Kai—violet robes billowing, pointed ears twitching, his youthful face set in godly disdain. Beside him loomed Jebit, green-skinned and broad-shouldered, his attendant's gaze sharp with vigilance. "Mortal," Xin intoned, voice resonating with celestial authority, "this is no place for you!"
Renkai's lips curled, a devil's grin belying his calm. "No—I decide that now." His hand rose, pressing the combat detector at his temple. Didi! Xin: 7 billion. Jebit: 7.5 billion. Numbers flashed—Jebit's edge over his master logical, a bodyguard's duty etched in power. Renkai's mind flickered to Babidi's plot—Dabura's might had shielded the wizard from these two. Without him, Xin and Jebit might've prevailed. A faint chuckle escaped him—child's play compared to his own abyss.
Xin's eyes narrowed, affronted. "Do you grasp your insolence? Before you stands the Supreme Kai—greatest in the cosmos! Heard of Emperor Frieza? I'd crush him with a finger! Tremble yet? Flee while you can!" His voice swelled, a sermon of divine pride, each word a hammer meant to cow.
Renkai's laughter erupted, a booming echo that rolled across the hills. "Crush Frieza with a finger? Terrifying." Sarcasm dripped, thick and biting. He'd seen Frieza's golden peak—billions dwarfed by his own trillions. Xin's boast was a pebble against a mountain. "Hilarious," he added, wiping a mock tear.
Xin bristled, confusion creasing his brow. "What's so amusing?"
"Your 'threat'—I couldn't hold it in. Apologies," Renkai said, grin widening.
"I'm not jesting!" Xin snapped, fists clenching, his divine aura flaring faintly.
"Oh, but you are," Renkai countered, voice smooth as steel. He exhaled, releasing a sliver—one percent—of his power. Renkai: 42 trillion (Humanoid Dragon, Super Saiyan 2, 20x Kaioken). The ground quaked, hills trembling, the sky darkening as if bowing to his will. A pressure descended, invisible yet crushing, pinning Xin and Jebit where they stood.
Their faces paled, breaths hitching. "Such power!" Jebit gasped, staggering. Xin's eyes widened, memories of Majin Buu's terror flashing—pink flesh, boundless chaos. This mortal rivaled that nightmare. "Impossible…" Xin whispered, knees buckling under the weight.
Renkai's mind brushed theirs—mind-reading a casual perk. Buu? He snorted inwardly. Comparing him to that sealed clown? Ignorance stung worse than insult. Buu rotted on Earth because Renkai deemed him beneath notice—one finger could end that farce. "You're right," he said aloud, retracting his aura. The realm stilled, tension easing. "That was a joke."
Xin's defiance shattered, replaced by a simpering smile. "Your Excellency's wisdom prevails—forgive my folly!" Jebit nodded, mute, both bowing low. Renkai's power had rewritten their reality—he was no mere mortal, but a force to appease.
Twelve Earth hours unfurled—Renkai roamed the realm, Xin and Jebit trailing like chastened pups. He plucked a gum stick from his pocket, popping it into his mouth, chewing lazily as he surveyed them. Their backs remained bent, deference etched in every line. "Gum?" he offered, extending two pieces.
"Y-Yes, of course!" Xin stammered, snatching one. Jebit echoed, "Gladly!" Their hands shook—refusal wasn't an option.
"Easy," Renkai said, snapping his fingers. A mound of gum erupted from thin air, burying them in a sticky avalanche. Ding! Heal Any Damage acquired. Teleport Without Sensing acquired. Creation acquired. Supreme Kai Priesthood (inactive) acquired. Power surged within him, rewards for their submission.
Xin and Jebit clawed free, gum clinging to their robes. "Your Excellency," Xin ventured, voice small, "what brings you here? How may we serve?" Fear laced his deference—Renkai's might mirrored Buu's, a threat to placate.
"I'm Renkai," he replied, tone softening but firm. "Heard of a sword here—never pulled. I'm here for it." His smile was disarming, belying the steel beneath.
Xin exchanged a glance with Jebit, doubt flickering. The Z Sword—legendary, sealed, a secret of their realm. Even Xin, Supreme Kai, had failed to budge it; Jebit's strength fared no better. Its promised power to rival Buu—or so tales claimed. How did a mortal know? "This way, Excellency," Xin said, leading on, Jebit trailing with a scowl he dared not voice. Offending Renkai wasn't an option.
They reached a clearing—a blade thrust into stone, its hilt ancient, runes glowing faintly. "Be warned," Xin said, cautious, "no one's freed it—not even past Kais." A hedge—don't blame us if you fail.
"Your knowledge's outdated," Renkai replied, stepping forward. His hand closed around the hilt, grip light but resolute. He tugged—gently at first. The ground rumbled, tremors radiating outward. Xin and Jebit gaped, eyes bulging as the sword shifted, stone cracking. With a final pull, it slid free—Z Sword: liberated. Dust settled, revealing its gleaming edge, a relic of old power.
"How?!" Xin sputtered. "A mortal—pulling what Kais couldn't?!" Jebit's jaw hung, disbelief raw.
"True, then?" Xin pressed, excitement trembling. "The legend—great power awaits?"
Renkai hefted the blade, inspecting it. "False," he said, smirking. "Just a gimmick—Toriyama's nod to wuxia, maybe." He spat his gum onto the steel—crack!—and it snapped in two, metal shards clattering under Xin's and Jebit's stunned gazes.
"Impossible!" Xin choked. "Indestructible—shattered like that?!" Jebit stared at the halves, voice faint. "Lord Xin… can it be fixed?"
Xin shook his head, dazed. "Lost knowledge—countless years gone. I've no clue."
"Want it repaired?" Renkai interjected, tossing the broken hilt aside. "It's junk, but I can—later. Come find me." His eyes flicked to Jebit—stronger than Xin, a prize for his growing arsenal.
"You can mend it?" Xin breathed, awe overtaking shock. "Who are you?"
Renkai grinned, fishing a Potara earring from his pocket, slipping it onto his left ear. "Guess."
"Potara?!" Xin and Jebit gasped, voices syncing. A third cry joined—raspy, aged. "Huh?"
Renkai turned, smirking. "Took you long enough, old man." From thin air emerged an elder Kai—wrinkled, bent, ears pointed, robes mirroring Xin's. His eyes locked on the earring, widened in recognition—the Z Sword's prisoner, freed at last.
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