Hey there, and welcome to Destiny Shattered Gaiden. The name should explain it all, but just in case this is a continuation of my previous Dragon Ball fanfiction Destiny Shattered. In the months since concluding the story numerous ideas and questions have come to mind that I could not just let sit there to rot away.
Why a new story? Destiny Shattered is finished, I promised that much, but I realized there were a few things that could have been expounded upon. They'll mostly be quick one to two chapter interactions at the beginning before wrapping up in a saga to put a moratorium of Destiny Shattered for good. However, this story will technically be in the same continuity so the rules that I had used through Destiny Shattered apply here.
Without further ado...
Destiny Shattered Gaiden: Fierce Battle! Jiren versus Hit!
Universe Eleven...
A figure sat meditating over a peaceful portion of space, a small green planet floating thousands of miles beneath him. His large eyes were closed, and his stern features had softened in the relaxation of said mediation. A fiery red aura though etched across his resting frame accenting the black and red spandex attire that he wore and highlighting the white in his gloves and boots.
Suddenly, a ring of blue appeared in front of the warrior and a figure emerged onto a floating blue platform. His right and left hands were tucked into the pockets of his skirt-like belt, the golden belt buckle shimmering in the light of the opposition. Garnet-like eyes leered down from his purple skinned face, locked on the gray alien that rested mediating before him.
This appearance stirred the calmed alien and caused his bulbous black eyes to open." Assassin of Universe Six," the deep tone of the Pride Trooper came out as his eyes locked onto the figure standing before him." What took you so long?" his stern tone continued as the silent foe continued to stare down upon his patiently.
The hands of the second figure lifted and he cracked a smile toward his cross-legged foe." I have come to learn entering a match with a foe of your caliber unprepared could end poorly," Hit explained to the strongest in Universe Eleven, voice stoic and cold as it usually was.
Jiren's legs uncrossed and he floated vertically to eye up his thinner foe." Even with preparation this will continue to end poorly," confident in his own abilities the mighty Jiren replied balling his fists.
Hit's garnet eyes closed, and he smiled." That is the boldness I expect from one as strong as you are," Universe Six's mightiest answered opening his eyes and losing the smile. This was not a hit or a tournament match, this was set to be a battle.
Jiren's right hand opened and a sphere of red-orange light expanded there while Hit looked on calmly. A scaling effect encircle the warriors and reached out through all of space and Hit walked through the Power Impact. Standing mere inches in front of Jiren his left hand drew back, and the moment time resumed said fist went shooting toward the gray alien's face.
The Pride Trooper narrowed on the strike and caught it was a sweep of his palm. Force crackled out in a ring that loomed through the Pride Trooper's body, failing to move him more than an inch. hit's left hand shot to strike the bulkier fighter's midsection only to be caught in the palm of Jiren's free hand.' I expected no less,' Hit remarked to himself as the fired Power Impact from before detonated behind him.
Jiren twisted his crossed arms the force of which flinging the assassin back in a spiral. This throw also allowed Jiren to retain a pose that pointed his right hand into the air while his left continued to be trained of the whirring Hit. Hit righted himself and Jiren's palm released another Power Impact, this time the sphere expanding with each passing foot as it arched toward the assassin.
Hit phased around it before a series of strikes rippled through the sphere, his Time Leap engaging once more to shatter it entirely.' It seems his skills are more than parlor tricks,' the black eyed alien smiled as his foe from a different Universe charged.
Hit unloaded from this charge with a series of punches. Jiren's arms crossed and the impacts became apparent instantly, the towering warrior being inched backward from the force and ferocity. Hit's right hand went over this crossed arm defensive aimed at Jiren's jaw, only to find that native fighter sidestepped the strike entirely ending the chance for the series of continue.
Hit reeled back his fist and Jiren had already delivered a martial arts kick to his side. A grimace crossed his face as the force of the blow threw him backward, the ripples of which stretching through space." Grr," Hit verbally growled, his red eyes closing as teeth grit.' His strength somehow is beyond what I thought it would be,' he noted pedaling back to center as Jiren rushed forward.
Jiren slammed into Hit's guard with a right hand, a flash of yellow accenting the impact. A left handed punch followed lighting the sky with a similar method. Then another right and left; Hit defending both flawlessly. Jiren narrowed his gaze and the right and left handed blows merged into one blur with white gloves being the only discerning feature of their motion. Hit while sturdy was being flung back within the rapidity of the punches the stoic glare on his face starting to show the effort that was being put in.
'Womp!' Jiren pushed forward and fell through Hit, the afterimage around him breaking away with the impact.
Hit appeared behind and delivered an ax fist that Jiren could not avoid. The assassin's balled right and left hands met Jiren's forearm to throw him downward with a spiking pressure.' An interesting use of his time abilities. He has prepared,' Jiren reiterated his impression of his foe, though showing no concern for said foe's abilities.
Hit's left hand fired forward and Jiren sidestepped it, a flash lighting his round eyes. Hit's body was hammered back by this glare as a series of impacts sprayed across his frame.' Incredible,' Hit complained feeling the overwhelming might of the basic attack.
'Tch!' time froze in that moment and Hit slipped through the trajectory, his body shooting for Jiren. His right fist fired out and his left followed, both striking the taller alien between the eyes with phenomenal force. That was until the Time Leap faded away and Jiren was standing there with both hands held firmly in his palms. A blast of force leaving a small indent on his brow.
"At that speed your Time Leap is going to be pointless," Jiren remarked slamming Hit's punches down and delivering a solid right hand to the purple alien's stomach. Hit's red eyes bulged in their sockets and a moon several thousand miles opposite shuddered. Hit was launched through space following that trajectory, Jiren's blurry fist lower and he took after the path of the assassin.
Hit's body looked forward noting the moon was approaching rapidly. His teeth grit and time stopped once more with the typical scale-like effect of his time Leap, this time his body shooting forward the moment it was engage.' I cannot leave myself so open to attacks like that. Neither Son Goku nor Vegeta hit me that hard in our matches,' he thought reaching the frozen Pride Trooper.
His right hand fired forward striking Jiren between the eyes. His left followed into the alien's stomach. He retracted said punch and his hands began to strike forward in a blur his body vibrating side to side in the frozen time. Jiren's stilled body jarred to and fro from the impacts before a single right handed strike between the eyes made contact. That blow causation enough to launch the stalwart away.
Time resumed at that exact moment and the mighty Pride Trooper was faced with the brutality of the combination. His body jolted side to side from the impact with each spot highlighting with a lance of purple energy. A crackling boom finished as a large fist shaped indent appeared across his sternum. That blow hurled Jiren backward as it had in the frozen time a trail of spit floating upward after that.
"I am just warming up," Hit remarked before charging forward, red eyes glowing.
Jiren righted and threw his right fist forward. Hit's seemed to appear there out of thin air and they clashed in a terrifying rumble. Force boomed around their bodies and the clouds on the now distant planet started to swirl at the atmosphere's edge. Trails of discharge spread from this meeting of blows and transitioned into a cage-like shape that both warriors ignored.
The next moment they had both disappeared. Strikes lined the distance and the foreground with both sides invisible. Cosmic winds swept through the void of space as their fervor led to great build ups of pressure. Dazzling domes from their impacts hastened lining in a vertical zigzag across the entire sky. Neither giving an inch to the opponent they stared down.
Toward the end of this trail however a gap opened, Hit's right hand being dodged by the blocking Jiren. That gap was the opening the strongest in Universe Eleven needed, a left palm being pressed into the core of his leaner foe. Hit looked down with a grimace and the force ripped through his body, throwing him through the trail of their unreal chain of impacts.
Jiren's right hand opened releasing another Power Impact, which kept pace with Hit's trajectory to meet him head on. Hit grimaced as it exploded upon him unleashing a ferocious span of light that reached for hundreds of feet in every direction." Humph," Jiren lowered his palm and folded his arms over his chest, not out of confidence but preparation.
Hit appeared behind his foe, with a left handed punch aimed for Jiren's cheek. Jiren twisted and pushed the blow away attempting a kick that sliced through Hit's being. A right jab appeared in his other side with the force protruding through his left, the assassin eyeing him from that side. Jiren grimace while the impact pushed him away and forced his teeth to grind.
'Tch!' once more he engaged his Time Leap and disappeared.
He appeared behind Jiren throwing a right hand down, but it missed as Jiren seemed to move within the space. He right and froze it once more, driving his left hand toward the gray alien swiftly only for Jiren to dodge it once more. His boot jabbed out and Jiren pushed it aside, visibly moving within the frozen time. Hit twisted and brought his other heel forward with Jiren dodging once more.
Hit charged forward unloading with a series of strikes that Jiren's large arms strained to defend against, his arms crackling under the pressure as the frozen time continued around them.' So, he can move within my Time Leap, but with a delay. His raw strength can break through the frozen time, frightening,' Hit noted as Jiren evaded a punch and threw one of his own.
The Time Leap's glass-like scale effect shattered into small shards, leaving Hit several dozen feet away from his foe and Jiren standing with his fist expanded." You came to the realization that your Time Leap is not evolved enough to contain my strength," Jiren remarked turning toward Hit with a narrowed gaze." It would be wise for you to surrender the fight after that," the Pride Trooper acknowledge as Hit pocketed his hands.
"One arrow does not ruin an entire quiver," Hit remarked back." I have many tricks up my sleeve."
Behind Jiren a right fist fired out and the gray alien twisted around elbowing Hit in the chest, his crossed arms compressing there. A rocketing force pushed the assassin backward and he came to a stop with a grimace on his face." That is all they are, tricks. Assassins lack anything more than that," Jiren hummed before charging forward.
Hit's left hand fired out blocking Jiren's fist, barely." If that's what you believe, then so be it. But much like your pride in justice, an assassin has pride in their work," Hit's knee ripped up and Jiren pushed it back with ease before swatting at Hit.
Hit pedaled back to avoid the palm while eyeing his foe." Assassin's Pride, huh?" Jiren said to himself before charging forward.
"Yes," Hit remarked sidestepping Jiren's initial blow while driving right hand toward the temple of his foe. Jiren dodged it and grabbed Hit around the knee." What?" the assassin growled as Jiren righted and threw him through the air wildly.
The spinning warrior from Universe Six was stopped by a wall of invisible strikes. Impacts that pelted him backward with such force that his arms were starting to bruise. Hit grumbled before escaping into his Time Leap, the last of the punches fading into the distance as he hung in the silence of frozen time.' Jiren is not all strength though, his techniques seem to creep from nowhere. I find it hard to believe Son Goku could match this force at the Tournament of Power,' he rationalized before resuming time, Jiren's body plowing toward him.
'TWOOM!' an invisible lance of force ripped from his left hand and into Jiren's stomach. It shot through his back and into space carrying the Pride Trooper with it. Winds from the blow took through the vacuum and Hit lowered his fist. He pocketed his hands while Jiren righted himself, a few flecks of spit falling from the corners of his mouth.
'An attack that I cannot inherently read, the same technique that aided him well in the Tournament,' the Pride Trooper Elite noted to himself before wiping the spit from his mouth.
Hit pressed forward after this, his cautious eyes refusing to leave the alien he was facing. His left hand ripped out and Jiren flicked it away with his right palm. Hit wheeled on a pivot and brought his knee down finding it blocked against a forearm the moment of impact. He bounced back and drove his left hand forward and it was pushed upward by the Pride Trooper. Hit looked down and Jiren's left palm was inches from his chest.
'Damn it,' he slipped away as massive red-orange beam shot through the cosmos. Hit reappeared and began to unload at a faster rate as purple light began to line his body. Jiren's palm opened to block one of the punches only for a lance of force to spike through into his brow. His head jerked back, and Hit's left foot found a home along his chin shooting him back with the impact of the kick and a follow up invisible strike.
Hit's hands then unloaded on the open torso of the Pride Trooper. His right fist burrowed into Jiren's stomach at the point of the black V-shape upon the spandex hunching the gray alien over. His right hand followed into the center of Jiren's gut providing extra damage as an invisible blast of energy followed suit. A left punch between the eyes followed, a ray of racing through from the back of Jiren's head.
Jiren wobbled from the blow before focusing, Hit's fist preparing to strike at another vital point." Not again," Jiren bellowed a series of invisible blasts throwing Hit back from continuing his attempted offense.
'His invisible strikes are a perfect counter to my own. Tch,' Hit grunted in his mind as Jiren straightened from the previous assault continuing his furious eye lashings.
"It's over," Jiren commented as Hit's arms started to falter. The assassin grunted in pain, his shaking arms barely sustaining the continued force of his foe. That hesitance led to a release of further invisible strikes that egged on the wearing of the alien's guard.
Amid the barrage Jiren raised his right hand a spark of energy appearing there. Instantly, that spark expanded into another vast beam of energy that took toward Hit like a rocket. The invisible barrage of eye blasts was parted by the arrow and Hit was allowed a brief reprieve before being swallowed by the immense discharge of ki. A flash that rippled through space in that same moment.
'Zur!' space opened behind Jiren and Hit appeared there, a stream of heat spreading from his body while his right hand fired out.
Jiren pivoted and blocked the punch with his right knee, the force parting across his body." It is not over yet," Hit remarked as his body vanished.
Hit's right hand shot into Jiren's stomach throwing him upward with the hasty movement. At the pinnacle of the arc Hit appeared again while the first faded away, a punch striking between his larger foe's shoulder blades. Jiren was forced down by the strike to be intercepted by a barrage of blows from a shimmering Hit that appeared there. His eyes opened, and the Hits vanished, a single impact spiking into his stomach in the next moment.
"Geh," he grunted as a result of the blow. He wheeled backward before flipping to reach a vertical base the grimace on his face turning into one of frustration." Clever trick," Jiren huffed throwing his right hand backward, Hit's foot smashing against the back of said hand.
'He still knew I was coming?' Hit seemed surprised, his duplicate was still in place after all." Not clever enough if you can still counter," Hit remarked shifting from behind his foe and appearing in front of him.
"You should heed my advice: there was no preparation to put us on the same level," Jiren calmly spoke back, placing his fists at his side patiently awaiting the advance of his legendary foe.
"From the beginning I knew my strategy was going to be practically useless," Hit smiled as the purple outline across his body began to expand into a burning aura. Jiren's eyes raised in surprise as the assassin's power came out to full display." But I am also aware that it was good enough to withstand your offense, and my progress would grow to close the gap," he finished before smiling.
"Is that so?" Jiren grinned, there was an excitement from Hit's aura one that could be argued to match Son Goku's own.
"Indeed!" Hit pressed forward, time molding to a stop around his body. He bobbed back and forth lining Jiren's stilled body with a barrage of right and left handed punches. The towering warrior was being knocked back with greater force than anything thus far in their conflict, and he showed no motor signs. Hit peppered his frame filling the sky with purple lances.
His left leg swept out and crashed against Jiren's cheek swiping his head down. A right knee followed suit into Jiren's gut hurling him upward. Hit's image danced through the frozen time and appeared beneath the rising Jiren. Fists ripped upward to the exposed stomach of his large eyed foe shaking the very fabric of the spandex along his body; the seams of his clothes were splitting from the rapidity of blows.
Hit appeared before Jiren and delivered a blow directly between the eyes, shooting his head backward and his body upward. A second Hit walked from thin air and delivered another strike to the sternum that sent Jiren waving backward. A third Hit appeared in front of the first right hand firing forward, despite the distance, to lay into the upright Jiren with a Phantom Punch. A fourth Hit sparked in from the side at the moment to strike Jiren's left temple to hurl him wildly through the air.
Hit turned his back and pocketed his hands." Time resumes," he said coldly closing his crimson eyes.
Jiren was thrown through the air peppered by the offense, his face and body contorting from the strikes. The alien twisted and contorted until coming to a stop within space, Hit's hands remaining trapped in his pockets." It's over," mocking the signature ending call of his opponent, Hit grinned.
Jiren's head then began to lift, despite having every pressure point in his body assaulted by the Universe Six adversary." Y-you," Jiren started to gargle righting to a wholly vertical base, albeit one that is slightly hunched." You will pay for that!" the red aura of the Pride Trooper expanded across his body shredding the imprint of Hit's offense from his body in a spiraling field.
"What?" Hit turned his body being pushed by the expanding energy of his foe.' Ridiculous, the improved Time Leap wasn't enough to overcome him either? He is a juggernaut,' Universe Six's Elite shook mentally while Jiren lowered surrounded by his red aura.
Jiren's right hand soared forward pursuing his purple foe with blinding speed. He struck with a momentous force that nearly buckled Hit's defenses. Hit pushed him back and suffered a hefty left. This left led into another right which started a chain reaction of fearsome blows that pelted Hit back at the front of a crimson comet through the vacuum of space.
Jiren twisted on the tip of his left boot to drive his right shin into Hit's gut. Hit arched from the blow before being flung back by the impact, arms lowering out of the defensive stance. Jiren plowed forward from there delivering a chop that launched the assassin away in a diagonal slash from his current position. Jiren's bulbous eyes leering down to pelt him with a series of invisible eye blasts.
"This fight was arranged in advance, meaning you should have known what you were getting into," the alien smiled with utmost confidence as Hit's head dropped and a streak of blue blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth.
"That's right, I do know," Hit looked up, his body shifting through the stream of invisible punches to stare eye to eye with the potent warrior from Universe Eleven.
"Humph," Jiren smiled and suddenly both were gone once more.
Their bodies appeared in the foreground over the planet once more, arms and legs tangling into a mess of flesh and power. Sparks traced their frames as powerful right and left hands slammed together and knees provided the cushion to throw each side backward. Their determination though kept them toward one another with their hands leading the charge in a fiery punching exchange.
Their fists slipped past one another and the two frames vanished. Dancing purple and red stars appeared vastly away before appearing suddenly in the foreground once more. Hit's right hand was slamming against Jiren's raised forearm and Jiren's leg against Hit's elevated knee. The duo pushed harder against each other before slipping into invisibility again.
Hit appeared teeing off against Jiren's defensive front, the Pride Trooper withstanding the force undaunted. A twisting kick followed and Jiren pushed it aside his elbow drilling Hit in the forehead with a swathe of force spreading out. Hit righted and took the incoming Jiren in stride, arms moving into a crossed position as a hail of punches rallied against him. And with that they were gone once more.
Jiren's frame flickered into empty space before Hit's body came crashing from above, his speed allowing a wait from his purple skinned foe's descent. Jiren caught the downward Hit was a palm strike to the chest that fired him away. Jiren's eyes narrowed after that impact and he traced through the air, a right hand blowing into Hit's jaw and sending both into nothingness again.
Hit's purple left hand shredded the air and threw Jiren backward, a line appearing beneath the potent warrior's eye. This brought his attention closer and the two were at each other's throats once more. Punches and kicks traded between the two, the Universe shaking from the clash as they brought more effort against one another. Hit's head though suddenly snapped back, and a barrage of white gloves found his core, shooting him back and giving a clear edge to the Pride Trooper.
Universe Eleven's best spiraled forward delivering a shoulder tackle that aided the confusion brought by his previous assault. An open hand appeared at Hit's stomach and ki was going to be released until time stopped at the assassin's call.
Hit backed away in this scaled space eyeing the frozen Jiren with a grimace. His teeth rubbed together as blood ran through the gaps.' He barely gave me this opening. Fair fight or not, this match could kill me if I'm not careful,' Hit remarked to himself before coming forward.
His right hand fired out and Jiren's palm opened and pushed it away. His concentration broke in that moment and the Time Leap ended. Quickly, he returned to the frozen time to attempt another strike, Jiren countering with a forearm. Universe Six's captain pedaled away throwing his left hand forward in a Phantom Punch, Jiren's arm tried to block but it was pierced throwing the towering warrior back.
Still within his frozen time Hit ripped forward rapidly. He hurled a left hand forward and Jiren grabbed it driving his elbow into Hit's chin. The assassin stumbled before slipping behind his foe attempting another strike. Jiren flipped around the strike and landed the tip of his foot atop Hit's head shooting him downward in a Pele kick. Hit looked up in shock as Jiren flexed through his Time Leap for the second time.
"Pew," Jiren spat into the void, the lack of gravitation force causing it to float upward." I see, your Time Leap has only grown that much," he wiped what clung to his face to the wayside.
Hit's shoulders dropped, and he floated to face off with Jiren once more." It appears so, but you should at least understand the honor of an assassin now," Hit remarked looking at his foe." I could have killed you when you were powerless, yet I didn't," the assassin continued his point.
"Perhaps there is some weight to your honor, but it does not mean that I am fond of your line of work," Jiren blitzed.
Hit's face smashed to the side while his left hand found a home along his opponent's chin." Your respect is all I truly sought. This fight is not about our life choices, it is about determining the strongest," Hit answered back as Jiren backed away.
"You will find that point is what my entire life has been dedicated too!" Jiren flexed his arms down, his chest puffing out with a plume of energy.
'Unreal, there's more,' Hit winced being pushed back by the released ki." Then, I will continue to progress until I match you," Hit replied boldly hiding his stun whilst charging forward.
Jiren batted him down with a palm strike to the face. Hit's cheek rode up to his eye and his vision blur, but amid the blur was a hulking warrior with balled white gloves that pounded down upon him with great force. His body jarred, and he careened away with no control whatsoever. His frame came to a halt through a flash of ki that appeared behind him: Jiren.
The Pride Trooper delivered a kick that cut through Hit's body and into space. The duplicate fell away, and the real Hit threw his fist forward in the same moment, Jiren's head moving aside to counter it. A thrust kick found a home beneath Hit's sternum throwing him into the wind once more. The purple skinned alien grit his teeth and a flaming red-orange punch came shooting from Jiren.
It slammed through his blurry image as he appeared off to his foe's side. A Phantom Punch left his right hand and drilled into Jiren's side with the powerful warrior showing no signs of damage. The counter punch that Jiren threw though stuck thunderously against the crossed arms of the black donning assassin, his skirt-like belt whipping in the impact.
Jiren reared back and delivered another powerful punch this one buckling Hit's guard and throwing him back further." Grr," Hit growled before throwing his arms off to the side, resisting the impact." Ha!" he plowed forward with shaky arms throwing a right hand for the center of his opponent's head. Jiren caught Hit by the bicep and threw him to the wayside.
"Unlike you, you seemed so calculated until I overwhelmed you," Jiren boomed calmly folding his arms as Hit pulled to a stop.' His erratic behavior comes from being behind in every category,' he noted calmly as Hit shook the grabbed arm.
Hit looked at him with a grimace." You say that, but this is all going according to plan," he said calmly reaching for the belt that was wrapped around his waist. This motion grabbed Jiren's attention as curiosity got the better of the Pride Trooper." To think that I'd have to take this off this early though, you are a force Jiren," Hit remarked removing the buckle, allowing it to push out to the side.
The skirt was removed, and his purple aura returned to form, billowing out powerfully against the ink of space." Weighted attire to the point where even in space you were still weighed down. You are full of surprises," Jiren commended with a strong reply." But it means nothing under absolute strength!" Jiren's aura returned in a display rather than another power spike.
Hit's arms raised in a different stance while a smile crossed his face." We can see about that!" the assassin stepped forward through a Time Leap.
Jiren's face was almost smashed by a right hand, but he reached out and grabbed it. A kick slammed into his stomach in the process, breaking the Time Leap and proving Jiren's strength. Hit rebounded quickly and took charge continuing with Time Leap to deliver a kick that struck Jiren's defensive. The Pride Trooper tried to throw him off, but a second kick proved too much and it threw him back.
Hit rolled from his successful kick and threw his right fist down unleashing a Phantom Punch meant for Jiren's stomach. The Pride Trooper glared, and a barrage of his own pressure strikes ripped out canceling out what Hit attempted to throw. This meeting left the two sides staring across neutral space, a surprise at the stalemate evident but not expounded upon.
In a moment both disappeared. Strikes rang through their invisible charge dazzling the blackness of space with dancing lights. Embers of movement left blurry afterimages in varying states of striking before they split apart with a series of impacts filling in. Breaks occurred momentarily at most leaving the two lights to oppose each other before shooting away once more.
Jiren appeared again blasting, an equally visible, Hits' defensive with what appeared to be casual punches throwing the assassin through space with little effort. Grimacing Hit attempted to part only to be kicked in the abdomen with such force that he was sent hurtling backward. His teeth bared and Jiren pounced striking from the left side with a hammering forearm to the neck.
Hit twisted away from the impact halting only at Jiren's behest.' He still underestimates me. I can use that partially to my advantage,' the Universe Six fighter winced reaching to dab blood from the side of his mouth.
'Tch!' time froze and Jiren was targeted for Hit's offense. The assassin led strongly with a Phantom Punch that drilled neatly into Jiren's stomach preventing a counter from occurring. A left strike to the brow jolted the Pride Trooper's head backward with a lance of purple light shooting with it. A right followed suit to the bulkier fighter's core releasing a series of further lances in a rattling flash from his back.
Hit twisted in and jabbed into Jiren's temple with an elbow strike and a knee to his fading chin, both crashing in unison to stumble the behemoth. Jiren's head looked up and began to slow down, the Time Leap improving with him. A right knuckle screamed into Jiren's flat nose and Hit's image moved blurry in front of him to continue the assault.
One after the other the impacts occur firing beacons of light from the red donning fighter's head. The assassin poured these punches on again to the core of his foe before striking Jiren directly in the chin. Hit turned away and a series of further punches seemed to come from nowhere, numerous other Hits rippling through the air to deliver a punch before vanishing.
Hit closed his eyes and the glass-y scales of his Time Leap faded. Jiren's body jostled from the impacts that seemed never ending from a foe that had struck whilst he had been frozen in time. Hit's face turned into a smile as the seemingly unbeatable Jiren bounced around for several second. Then, it finished; a single strike to the jaw occurred at the end of the time delay hurling Jiren upward with his bulbous eyes bulging from the shock.
Jiren's head looked up, a red light blowing across his frame to right him." Keh, eh, heh," Jiren grunted floating back to a level plane with the assassin. His body was rocking from the assault, but his posture remained strong." Tell me, Assassin of Universe Six what drives you to grow stronger?" the Pride Trooper asked, his red aura continuing to grow while his arms and legs returned to a resting position.
"At one point I would say that it was to assure the taking down of a target. Nothing more than a business decision that would let me collect my pay in the most effective way possible," Hit answered keeping his back turned to the Pride Trooper." But several years ago, it came to my attention that perhaps I was more like the Saiyans of Universe Seven, like Son Goku. A warrior attempting to constantly overcome my limits and to do battle with the strongest fighters I could find and to improve further," Hit finished as Jiren's frame bobbed behind him.
Jiren closed his large eyes and let out a breath." I see," he sighed in response," I seek strength to assure that no one in this Universe has to suffer under a villain's hand. I seek strength for the purpose of justice," the spandex adorned alien answered, his red aura expanding into a star-like inferno that gusted Hit forward with its explosive pressure.
'Damn it, again? He was hiding this much energy,' Hit turned raising his arms." In some regard that makes you no different than Son Goku as well," came his composed reply.
Jiren's stony features turned into a smile." I suppose you are right," he replied with a chuckle." This battle however has nothing to do with Son Goku, it is about proving our strength," he remarked.
Jiren's frame flickered away and Hit felt his entire body rumble, a flash of red energy surging from his stomach. An explosion soon followed as the burning right hand of Jiren sparked into frame there. The assassin's body shivered, and he was sent shooting through the sky in an almost limp state wholly unable to stop himself. Jiren narrowed his eyes and the explosion surged outward at an even greater pulse.
Hit felt his body slipping backward into the white heat of the attack, the red outline in his vision turning to pale spheres of black.' Unbelievable, Jiren's strength it goes far beyond what he displayed at the Tournament of Power, anything he used against Son Goku,' Hit's garnet eyes shook while slowly close at the realization. His hands clenched tightly as the force swallowed him whole.
Jiren focused on the point thousands of miles away where his attack trailed off. His enhanced senses knew immediately that Hit had vanished, but how he vanished was the question.' A warrior of his caliber would not be capable of handling that attack, though an assassin as crafty as he is-' Jiren noted with his thoughts before spinning around.
Hit's right hand was burrowed into his palm, the force spraying behind him in an arc. Hit's leather-like armor had been shredded from his toned torso revealing the honed definition beneath. Numerous scrapes and burns marked this exposed portion, sizzling points of heat fraying along his chest. His features were bloodshot and grimacing; the once infallible assassin was beaten.
Jiren pushed him away and delivered a strong kick to the exposed abdomen of his foe. Hit's body rattled with the force and he shot backward, vanishing from sight after several hundred feet of opposite momentum. Jiren's eyes turned and the space in front of him broke apart a forceful shot of energy flinging Hit from his pocket dimension.
"You have shown a myriad of skills," Jiren remarked blasting forward. His right hand struck Hit in the jaw shooting his head back. A left jab to the stomach followed doubling him over. A right uppercut flung his head back. Then, a left. And a right. Left. Right. Right. Left. Then, the punches faded into a single blur that bombarded Hit backward brutally.
A right hand blasted the battered Hit between the eyes, his frame shooting across the sky in a red firework of energy. an explosion raced out in the distance as the Power Impact faded away. Jiren's arms folded over his chest and his black eyes closed calmly." But now, it's over," Jiren remarked rather unscathed from the combat, having taken a massive edge in the battle.
Hit threw his left hand out and Jiren swatted it away. Universe Six's elite drilled upward with another right handed punch only for it to be batted away. He lashed with a backhanded left chop and Jiren knocked it aside. Hit growled throwing his right again garnering the same result as his first blow. He swiped his hand down and backed away, grimacing.' There is no sense in holding anything back,' Hit remarked to himself, eyes twinging with pain.
"Quit this is over," Jiren remarked to his foe, with arms returning to their position over his chest.
Purple rippled through the space before Jiren, Hit stood hunched over bearing the brunt of the battle to this point." You are correct, I should quit," Hit's hands assumed a diamond-like posture aimed solely at the gray alien." This fight has been squarely against me from the start. But something has weighed on my mind for some time, I have failed when it has come to facing the best of opposing Universes," he complained grimacing from the pain." From those loses I have learned something...what I learned from those loses was to keep a trump card for moments when your back was against the wall," the purple assassin smiled, his previous bouts with Universe Seven's Son Goku and Vegeta running through his mind.
"Time Lag!" a purple glow wrapped across Jiren's body, his eyes opening very slowly in reached to his foe's words.
"What?" Jiren's voice escaped while his body seemed wreathed in binds of purple light.
In reply to this binding, Jiren's fist began to clench slowly with a crimson glow. Hit though was upon him striking with a series of blows that were moving at double their previous speed. Jiren's cheek was knocked to the side. Then, his head was chopped down. A kick to the stomach fired through a pressure point releasing a lance of purple into space. Hit's bare elbow cut through the air and rammed into Jiren's temple with such force that it knocked his head aside.
Hit twisted and delivered a kick with the toe of his boot, Jiren's body hunching over from it. Hit's overhead kick crashed down and smashed Jiren's head down with it, knocking the Pride Trooper through a loop. Hit followed through by pressing forward, striking away with a series of punches that landed handedly against his opponent. Jiren was knocked backward and around, lightning with the response of pressure point strikes.
The Universe Six assassin booted Jiren in the face a final time before hammering home a Phantom Punch to his stomach. The impact exploded through space firing the Pride Trooper away with his arms flailing, but not reaction apparent with the lagging time around him. Hit lowered his fist and grimaced; his series had come to a close and he hoped it was enough.
Jiren's eyes opened fully as if their range of motion had returned to normal. The purple around his body faded away into a vibrant red-orange that dwarfed anything either combatant had shown in the fight thus far. Veins bulged beneath the spandex of his uniform and his defined muscles pushed that even further. His teeth chattered as the damage accumulated and then Jiren's mouth dripped with a streak of crimson.
He lurched forward for a moment allowing the blood and spit held within his mouth to float into space.' I gamble what power I had left, and it only knocked him back? His ki has not risen at all yet physically he dwarfs almost anyone. How much strength was he withholding at the Tournament of Power?' Hit eyed Jiren in awe at the might of his foe.
The Pride Trooper straightened consumed in the burning sun-like aura that only he possessed. He shot toward the beaten Hit and arrived nearly instantly." We both may have taken too much pride in our supposed friendly battle here and for causing me to do that I commend you," his left palm opened at Hit's stomach. Garnet eyes looked back at Jiren with a grimace.
"Damn it, but you were too much. I never expected you to be this strong," Hit grunted balling his fist, whilst knowing the futility of it.
"I have pursued true strength and surpassed even the greatest warriors in history. As he was then, Son Goku alone would have stood no chance of defeating me had I used this power," the gray alien explained eyeing the wincing Hit." There however were extant circumstances that hindered my abilities. Though Son Goku could have changed as his son did later, to a level that would challenge even my might," Jiren explained continuing to boom well aware of his victory.
"But for now, warrior of Universe Six, sleep," a red flash consumed Hit's body. His eyes, which were on the verge of closing, shut as a discharge surged through his frame. Hit dropped upon Jiren's arm almost instantly and the Pride Trooper stumbled backward.
"Are you finished now?" behind them a booming tone echoed.
Jiren turned to this voice with a grimace, his bulbous black eyes focusing on the figure. He was a towering concrete colored entity with topaz irises and an array of messy black hair atop his head. A massive tunic hung from his toned physique, marked with a series of crimson clouds. An air of power surged from his figure and a potency carried in his words. This was the attendant of Universe Eleven's Hakaishin: Saik.
The Pride Trooper winced as his muscles shuddered." Yes," he replied subtly, looking at the limp body of Hit that was leaned against his body.
"That means I can lower the protective zone I made," Saik remarked snapping his fingers. The world around them seemed to break though nothing seemed to change as the shards disappeared." The two of you pushed it to its breaking point, though from the two strongest mortals in their Universe I should not be surprised," the deity complimented the warriors with a nod.
"What occurred while we were battling? My communicator was disengaged to prevent distractions," Jiren seemed more concerned with the Universe at large than his own condition from the drawn out battle.
"Your concern while understood is without warrant. Thalia was more than pleased to step in and cover your role as Pride Trooper and maintain the values of such a role," the attendant to said woman remarked pointing his right hand at the Pride Trooper general.
"I see," Jiren felt a healing impulse within his body, reducing the pain to nothing while Hit's frame floated away from him.
"If you would like to resume where you left off in patrolling. Thalia is currently on Planet Sweets," Saik remarked looking at the perfectly restored Pride Trooper.
Jiren nodded adjusting his gloves while staring at the floating Hit." Assure me he will return to Universe Six in the same condition in which he left," the muscular warrior said to the deity.
Saik nodded, Hit's injured frame glowing with a materialization for his clothes." Of course, I would never disrespect a warrior in that regard. without further ado, farewell Jiren the Gray," with a snap of his finger the Pride Trooper and Hit both vanished.
In Jiren's place Universe Eleven's reigning Goddess of Destruction appeared. Her pink hair hung just below her shoulder and skintight black and red spandex clung to her body, the legs of which being cut out at the upper thigh while longer white boots reached up. Her rounded eyes showed her glee while a smile crossed her face, white gloved hands hanging at her sides.
"Did you have fun, Thalia?" the attendant inquired with a smile toward his protege.
She looked up with a beaming smile, and a bit of a blush." Just a little bit," attempting to hide her inner glee the Hakaishin answered. Her excitement and embarrassment at how much she enjoyed the role coming through with every word.
"That is good to hear. Perhaps once Toppo assumes his proper role as God of Destruction you can join them."
"I don't know, Universe Five is nice."
"Jiga would appreciate that option," Saik smiled as they vanished in a booming purple sphere of light.
I am not going to repeat what I said before the chapter began, but I do hope you enjoyed Destiny Shattered Gaiden's first chapter. I feel it is a nice start into the general vibe of this story as a whole.
Now, this is not the only story I am working on. That other story though is in early developmental stages, so don't expect it to be posted for another few weeks.
Anyway, have a nice week guys and I'll see you with the next chapter (whenever that may be),
~Herodan
Elsewhere (Universe Three)...
Within the confines of a castle laboratory a short man was laboriously working away. He had curled white hair that formed a quaff atop his head while white sideburns framed his face. His white lab coat waved to and fro while he tinkered with a small device upon his work bench. A glint crossed the monocle-like lens over his left eye and his pointy ears twitched at the arrival of something.
Ignoring it the scientist continued on his work, purple skin reflecting off the chrome trimming his work bench." Yes, all of the rudimentary works have been accounted for. Soon, Project ANALIZA can begin in full," he muttered gleefully to himself, the top of the staff in his hand glowing as if recording what he was saying.
Flitting about, he grabbed a small remote control before stopping as a blue visage appeared in the chrome trimming." I am sorry, if you are looking to be improved the doctor's estate is closed. Feel free to return at a later date," he muttered, voice shrill and scientific.
This blunt dismissal though did not seem to throw aside this figure though and they continued to look on from behind interested." Do listen to me, I can forcibly cause you exit. I however would not be appeased in doing that, so I reiterate my office is closed to those wishing to transform themselves you can return at a later date," he continued.
Behind him, long white hair twirled around an index finger and a faint smile parted lush lips." I am not here for any aid doctor. I however, am a fellow scientist and your craft is of utmost interest," the feminine voice replied, it has a sultry seduction to it and a biting intelligence to tag along.
"Is that so?" came the shrill geniuses reply before he looked up from the desk. As he turned the tip of his staff began to glow, its tip sparking with electric discharge." Then, I must inform you I do not appreciate snoops!" the twisting motion released a flash of light from his staff, arching toward the intruder in his laboratory.
It however stopped in place as it frozen in time." Wh-" before the doctor could express his concern darkness consumed his face, as if a mask had been engaged over his eyes and head. Two red lights flashed from his eyes and he slouched forward, a cackle echoing as he knelt to the ground.
"Well now, you do not appreciate anything except for my will now. So, engage these parts of Project ANALIZA and do follow me," her seductive tone rang out with a smile, the shadow of two horns trailing from behind her against the wall while lightning crashed outside the window.