I own nothing.

"Talking."

'Thinking.'

[Hit's technique]

*sound/monster*

«Magic»

Chapter 1: Angels

Our story begins as the fate of two universes hangs in the balance.

Lightning strikes; boulders topple; earth shatters; winds scream. An incomprehensible infinite void is warped, trembling under the oppressive forces exerted by beings whose limits have been shattered countless times before.

At the apex of their power, the warriors of Universe 2: Zirloin; Rabanra; and Zarbuto stand proud, filled with a sense of respect for their opponents below them.

Empowered by the combined adoration and support of an entire universe, and their resultant awakened forms, the last warriors of love produce their greatest attack yet: an inescapable singularity known as the Pretty Black Hole. Appearing as a great thunderous black heart, it looms menacingly above the three combatants of universe 7 below, desperate to embrace them for all eternity.

The Egyptian god of destruction Heles cannot help but gasp at the splendid sight, hands held together as if in prayer. "Is... Is it truly possible? That's the elusive technique that not even Ribrianne and the maidens could accomplish... Only those who truly master love can control its weight, and unleash this mysterious, beautiful attack!"

A perplexed Android 17 gazes upwards, hair tussled by the immense power before him. "Well, it looks like they're about to send yet another heart".

As if to test the waters, a frustrated Android 18 launches a beam of pure ki at the ominous object. Unexpectedly, the blast is forced to orbit the love construct, torn to shreds and atomised, due to what one could only assume to be its gravitational pull, or possibly the inexorable nature of love itself.

With a tremendous roar, the love trio sent the cataclysmic attack crashing downwards, its immense pressure forcing the warriors of Universe 7 to their knees. However, even under such dire circumstances, they could not help but marvel at the power bearing down upon them.

"This weight is something else. It's way more intense than any of Bulma's training rooms.", a weary Goku remarks, failing to escape even using instant transmission. Alas, he could only flicker in place, unable to pry himself from the clutches of his prison.

A thunderous crash echoes across the landscape as the Kachi Katchin Steel, making up the tournament stage, fails to withstand the burden of the black hole's love.

"Our love has trapped you, universe 7". Zirloin exclaimed. "It will pull you down into the abyss below, and to your defeat!".

Raising himself up slightly, Goku couldn't help but chuckle at this turn of events. "Not bad universe 2. I thought you guys would go down fast, but you're full of surprises. All that power of love stuff seemed silly, but I'm starting to respect what it can actually do."

With a final shaky push, Goku stands proud in the face of adversity, a grin on his face. "So, I hate to say it, but for me, there's a better path to power. It's not love..." A sudden golden flash passes over him and charcoal black hair burns into an azure blue flame.

"IT'S FURY!" With a roar of defiance, a brilliant blue aura erupts upwards and outwards from his body: a beacon of light cutting through the intoxicating darkness surrounding them, as Goku readies his attack.

...

On the other side of the stage, a long-fought battle between Son Gohan of Universe 7, and the two remaining combatants of Universe 6, also concludes. A motley of attacks by the two fused namekians, Pilina and Saonel, forces Gohan to the ground, compelling him to prepare a finishing blow. Despite being apart, the father-son duo mirror each other perfectly, bringing their palms together in unison.

"Ka...Me". The burning blue aura of super Saiyan blue and the scintillating pure energy of potential unleashed surge forth. "Ha...Me". Perfect blue spheres of unfathomable power materialise within their grasps, shafts of light stabbing outwards.

"HAAAAA!" "HAAAAA!". Finally raising their hands to the heavens, immense streams of energy rage forth.

Like a meandering torrent, Goku's blast stubbornly ascends upwards to interface with the event horizon of his container, before halting in its progress, whereas, Gohan's is blocked by an impromptu mouth blast from Pilina, buying time for his companion. It appears all was lost, as Saonel emerges from the beam to launch a surprise attack on Gohan, aiming for his jugular.

"SPECIAL BEAM CANNON!". A helically encircled beam rockets from behind Gohan, revealing the presence of Picollo, the namekian of universe 7. Even to beings capable of travelling umpteen times faster than photons, the speed of the attack was so vast that it appeared as though both warriors were skewered instantly, rendering their counterattack worthless.

Such power emanating from a single namekian was inconceivable to Saonel; could the two brothers have reached such heights if they hadn't fused with the rest of their race? "S...So this is the true power of the seventh universe's namekian warrior? Impressive."

"HAAA!" "HAAA!" A final eruption of power from the two Saiyans heralds new limit-breaking power, enabling them to shatter the obstacles before them and propel their opponents off the ring. Like angels falling from the heavens, they plummeted to their universes' demise.

"All contestants of the second and sixth universe have been knocked out", declared a short being dressed in celestial blue robes, who smiled serenely. His blue skin denoted his heritage as an angel, whilst the halo hovering behind him could only belong to the grand priest, the strongest of their race. "Their teams are hereby defeated."

The seraphic being's mask of gentleness vanished, and cold indifference swept over him. "Thus, by our rules, both universe 2 and universe 6 will now be obliterated."

Upon their thrones, the two grand Zenos, joint supreme rulers of the multiverse, raised their hands in childlike glee.

"'kay! Ha, Ha!"

"Ha, Ha!"

A foreboding glow surrounded the members of Universe 6 and Universe 2, grim acceptance marring most of their faces. The cacophony that had preceded their final moments ceased, a sign of both respect and dread by the remaining mortal warriors wrestling for survival in the greatest tournament in creation.

Heles chose this moment to give her beloved fighters some parting advice to lift their spirits. "If we cannot escape this fate, then let us accept it together. With courage, and most importantly of all, with beauty!"

Radiant smiles blossomed across her friends. It seems that their love was so utterly unshakable that it could never falter, not even in the face of total annihilation. With a cheer, Roasie; Ribrianne; and Kakunsa metamorphosed. """Formation!""".

"Even if universe 2 is erased, our love lives on inside all of you!" Kakunsa began.

"Now let's finish it off with the usual!" Roasie continued. "Ready set..."

All members then chorused together, harmoniously. "Love! Bye-bye!"

*Zap*

Blinding light engulfed them all. A heartbeat later, and nothing of them was left; all except for a single pink heart, a testament to the indestructibility of love and its ability to transcend all.

A woman's crying could be heard from the bench of Universe 7, although it sounded rather forced. "Oh dear, how can this be? This isn't a joke anymore; I really must say farewell to lord Champa. Oh, I just can't take it!" It was none other than Vados, universe 6's guardian angel.

"Oh, come on! At least wait 'till we're gone to move over!", an exasperated Champa shouted back.

"Whoopsie". His attendant never ceased to rile him up.

Chaos erupted behind Champa. Looking back at his own universe's bench, he noticed that his fighters were continuing to bicker amongst each other, as usual.

"Ora, ora, ora!" A golden-haired Caulifla rushed after the pair of namekians that had just lost their previous battle.

"We're wounded here!"; "We've got a hole in our stomachs!", came their feeble attempts to placate her. It seems that their promises and bonds to each other were far more pertinent than their imminent destruction.

Realising this was truly the end, Champa directed his attention to his brother, Beerus, who was currently focusing on anything but them. "Hmph". Gathering himself, Champa cried out. "Hey, brother!"

A moment of silence passed as the siblings locked gazes before the glow surrounding Universe 6 brightened in a halo of dazzling colours. This deadly display culminated as the omni kings' open hands balled into fists.

"Squish!"

"Squish!"

As if they were toys that a child had grown weary of, all mortal life in Universe 6 was expunged from reality. Unexpectedly, Champa still stood proud, as if reality itself paused to allow him to give a final farewell. Champa wondered what to say. Maybe he should blame Beerus for his imminent destruction, it was his brother's fighters that had doomed him after all. Should he give some final words of advice? Perhaps he should tell Beerus how much he truly valued their friendship, despite their perpetual petty arguments and squabbles.

Lifting a finger, Champa pulled down an eyelid and stuck out his tongue. "Bleh!"

A flicker of light and he was gone.

"Say something". A part of Beerus wanted to believe his brother was still there to annoy him, as he had always been. There was no response.

Perhaps in another shard of reality, their bodies and souls would have been later restored to their original states. Here, such an event did not take place.

With a start, Hit, the legendary assassin of Universe 6, awakened. Shooting to his feet, the world shattered around him as his body surpassed the flow of time. It was an instinct ingrained into Hit from his first days of training: when faced with a situation you do not understand, buy as much time as you can to study it. Hit's eyes darted all about him. "Where am I?".

"Be not be afraid, you are merely in a temporary state of non-existence"

Shocked, Hit whirled around, fists raised, only to be greeted by a cryptic figure. It was the grand priest floating in place; unsurprising that he was beyond even the flow of time.

Deactivating his technique, time passed normally for Hit once more, allowing his segmented coat to furl and unfurl in the cosmic wind. Unlike the ever-changing swirling patterns of the infinite world of void from before, only white surrounded them and supported their bodies, making it appear as though they were hovering in space. Unnerved, Hit decided to get right to the point, never being one for drawn-out conversations. "What is this place? Was it not my fate to be erased?" Despite his stoic nature, some hope did still filter into him. Perhaps he still had a chance at survival.

"No. I am afraid your death has merely been postponed for the moment." The cherubic executioner did not stay his hand.

Hit looked down at this. "I see."

A wave of melancholy struck him. Due to his profession, and over 1000 long years of life, he had grown largely apathetic to the vast majority of stimuli. After meeting someone as strong and eclectic as the persistent Saiyan, he had felt invigoration after so long; life had started to feel truly worth living. Oh well, it did not matter now.

Seeing that the assassin was lost in thought, the grand priest coughed to draw attention back to himself. "Please rest assured, your journey does not end here. You mainly have Son Goku to thank for that."

Hit tilted his head at this. "Goku?"

"Yes! You all made such a good impression on the two kings, that they decided to grant all outstanding combatants a minor wish as gratitude for such an entertaining competition". The grand priest's serene expression exuded a warmth, that was quite uncommon for him.

"I never thought my little charges would grow up so quickly and go out of their way to do such a thing; Son Goku really has been a good influence on them." A sense of wonder could be heard during his praise; it seems that Goku's odd behaviour affected all those around him, divine or not.

Seeing that Hit did not pose any questions, the angel continued. "Unfortunately, the victor's first wish to restore all defeated universes could not be granted, as that conflicts with the goal of the tournament in the first place. As a compromise, those who made the greatest impression on the kings are to be given a second chance at life."

This finally piqued the assassin's curiosity. "A second chance at life? What does that entail?"

A faint glimmer twinkled in the priest's eyes. "A select few of you are to the reincarnated in new universes. You are free to chart your own course and choose your destiny. Go on an adventure..."

Hit gaped at this. Was it truly possible? He had heard of resurrection, but transmigration? There seemed to be no bounds to what the divine could accomplish.

"You are free to decline, of course. Say the word and it can all end here." Silence followed the priest's proposal; the ethereal creature waited patiently to carry out his duty.

Raising a hand to his chin, Hit pondered his choices. Should he really accept? It had been so long since he had become a universe-renowned assassin; hadn't he lived long enough?

If this same scenario had played out just a year prior, Hit would have likely refused the offer. However, after evolving so much in so little time, Hit had become a new man. He thought that he had reached the pinnacle of his technique yet was sorely mistaken. Just how much was there left to discover? As he was now, his heart could not help but race at the thought of starting a new chapter in his life.

Hit smirked. 'Right. As if I wasn't going to say yes from the start.'

Despite being an assassin, Hit had always been an honourable warrior, choosing to show himself to his targets, rather than stabbing them in the back; and enjoyed the thrill of battle. Maybe it was time to retire from assassination and become a true warrior.

"Fine. I accept. I'm sure that if I refuse, Goku will somehow find a way to drag me into his troubles anyway", came the former assassin's reply.

The angel's smile widened. "Very well. You shall be reawakened in another universe. Now, I must warn you, this is a completely random process, governed by processes that even I have no sway over. Apart from your mind and soul, you are to be completely reset; your safety cannot be guaranteed past this point." The last statement came out as a whisper "...You might not even end up sentient, or could die instantly..."

A tick mark appeared on Hit's forehead. "What was that?"

Light laughter bubbled from the priest. "Nothing, nothing. I was simply warning you to not be disappointed. You are quite powerful... relatively speaking. Most progress you have made thus far will be reset. You might never reach these heights again."

Hit relaxed somewhat at this. "I'm no stranger to weakness. It has taken me over a thousand years to reach this point; over 200 to become what I would consider strong. I will proceed as usual: work to become the most skilful I can possibly be".

The angel beamed at this response. "Fantastic! I will now send you on your way".

Hit closed his eyes awaited his fate, yet his blue custodian interrupted him. "Oh, just one last question before you leave."

Feeling slightly impatient, Hit quirked a brow. "Yes?".

The grand priest placed both hands behind his back, a characteristic pose, and walked towards Hit.

"Humour me, who do you believe won this bout? The third, fourth, seventh, or eleventh universe.

An image of a familiar spiky-haired warrior flashed through Hit's mind, somehow seamlessly dodging and weaving universe-shattering blows. An otherworldly glow surrounded him, and an unshakable expression adorned his face. Smirking, Hit uttered his final words. "It's obvious, isn't it? Goku's far too stubborn to stay down; no matter how much the odds are stacked against him. I'm certain he found a way to put Jiren down; Universe 7 won."

The grand priest's smile broadened slightly at this. "Yes, he is quite unique, isn't he? Although, Goku was not the last one standing, he was instrumental in Universe 7's victory.

The mysterious being then extended an arm, his halo brimming with energy. "Now then. Farewell great assassin: may you find meaning under new horizons..."

As soon as these words left the angel's mouth, Hit's vision went blank. For the first time in his long life, his heightened sensory abilities felt absolutely nothing; every sense of self and non-self was lost to him. An indeterminable amount of time was spent in this state; it may have been an instant or an eon; Hit could not tell. Eventually, little by little, this inky void gave way to faint twinkles; what appeared to be iridescent particles ebbed and flowed around him. As they slowly drifted closer, it appeared as if uncountable twinkling globes lit up an infinite plane: a great matrix of interwoven light sources caressed him. When faced with this great barrier, awe swept through the assassin. How could it not, as such majesty was never meant to be witnessed by mortal eyes. Suddenly, these blinking lights became great streaks as Hit's velocity increased exponentially; an unseen force catapulting him to an unknown destination through space and time. What was once imperceptibly far away became a dazzling inferno of blinding plasma, which, once again, robbed Hit of his consciousness.

Author's Notes

Hello, thank you for reading this initial chapter. I wrote this story since I love Hit and have always wanted to write a fanfiction. It was also a way to cheer me up, since I have been feeling down for some time. I truly enjoyed writing this, and feel proud to have finished this first season, and my first ever fanfiction. I dislike it when fanfictions finish on a cliffhanger, so I pushed myself to at least finish the first season of the anime. I will steadily upload my written chapters, rereading them as I go along. FF dot net is annoyingly removing my chapter spacing so the uploads will be slower than I would have liked; I can't just upload my doc and separate parts into chapters...

This story is focusing on Hit's nature as a warrior at heart. Assassination is more of a job to the alien, rather than an enjoyable pastime. If you are solely interested in Hit's activity as an assassin and killer, then I'm afraid you won't find it here. This seems counterintuitive; however, I feel that Hit would not simply fall back to assassination under his future circumstances in later chapters. He no longer has any ties to the profession, and this world is completely different to his past one. There is a much lower demand for assassins here, a primitive planet ruled by gods. Anyway, it isn't the killing that he enjoyed, but the challenge.

There is no information on Hit's personal life or backstory; therefore, I have chosen to leave them a mystery. In fact, all we know is that he receives a mission to assassinate an individual; travels to the listed location using unknown means; kills the person; then repeats the cycle. I hope you can forgive me if Hit is a little out of character at times, since I do not know what he is like when 'in character' for every situation. This story will portray him as a serious, no-nonsense man, who always gets the job done. He is not perfect, nor a saint, and can be single-minded and selfish.

I will upload the story to ff dot net and ao3 and GenkaiZero.