(3rd P.O.V )
The Entity grinned, sipping his tea again."Trust me, I've heard it all — immortality, power, anime waifus, a planet made of meat. Go nuts."He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes glinting with chaotic energy."Even if you don't want any, I think it'll be alright."
Yujiro stared at him.
Dead silent.
No grin. No smirk. No threat.
Just a calm… stillness.
Then he stood, the air pressure in the room cracking like a whip as his aura flared. The fabric of the void shuddered — not from power, but from potential violence.
"You're telling me," Yujiro said slowly, "I can go to a world where people like me exist…"
"More or less," the Entity said, taking another sip.
"…And I can fight them."
"Brutally. Bloodily. Eternally."
Yujiro cracked his neck.A savage grin finally returned to his face — not from joy, but from long-starved anticipation.
"Then I don't need wishes."
The Entity raised a brow. "Oh?"
Yujiro crossed his arms. "Wishing for strength would insult mine. Wishing for immortality is pathetic. And as for women…"He chuckled."Let's just say I don't need divine help for that either."
The Entity laughed. "Fair enough. But still — I insist. Even a monster like you can benefit from a cheat or two. Humor me. One. Maybe two. Hell, take all three. No strings."
Yujiro rolled his eyes like a man being offered seasoning on an already bloody steak.
"…Fine. One wish," he said, turning to the void ceiling above."If I fight someone — anyone — I want to always feel the pain of it."
The Entity blinked."…Explain?"
Yujiro's eyes narrowed, a savage glint behind them."I want to feel it. The impact. The force. The damage. I don't care if I regenerate or walk it off later — I want to feel it."
"Because a fight where I feel nothing…"
"…isn't a fight worth having."
The Entity let out a low whistle, impressed."Damn. That's the most Yujiro Hanma thing I've ever heard."
He snapped his fingers."Granted."
A burning mark etched itself onto Yujiro's back — an ancient kanji that meant "Pain", glowing for a second before vanishing under his skin.
The Entity stood, brushing off his coat."Well then… Shall we begin?"
He turned, reaching behind the void, and pulled out something glowing — a small, metallic orb. It pulsed with a faint crimson aura.
"This," the Entity said, tossing it to Yujiro, "is a ki comprehension orb. Once you land in the world, just keep it close. You'll instinctively begin to grasp their energy — their 'Ki', as they call it. No meditation needed. No training wheels. Just absorb and go."
Yujiro caught the orb in mid-air, staring at it with mild curiosity before pocketing it.
"Good. I hate instructions."
The Entity stood, brushing off his coat. "Then… shall we?"
Behind him, a door formed — not grand, not glowing, just a simple wooden gate painted white.
But what lay beyond it?
Was war. Passion. Sweat. Roars. Applause.
The 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai.
"You're being dropped right before the tournament starts," the Entity explained. "You'll be registered as an unknown martial artist from a hidden country. No background. No questions."
He smirked.
"Goku's waiting in the finals. Piccolo's lurking in the semi-finals. You'll meet both. And oh — I'll be watching all of it from my divine home theater with popcorn and possibly a bikini angel on my lap."
Yujiro chuckled, a grin finally stretching his jaw wide.
"Then don't blink, 'god'. You might miss history."
He walked toward the door without hesitation, every step cracking the void beneath him. As the wooden gate creaked open, sunlight poured through.
Chants.
Cheers.
The sound of fists slamming against flesh.
And just like that — with no grand farewell, no last words —
Yujiro Hanma stepped into the Dragon Ball world.
(Meanwhile… in the Realm of Home)(1st P.O.V — Me)
I sat back on my ridiculously oversized couch, made from the fluff of celestial dream-sheep or something. One leg over the other, drink in hand, TV bigger than the moon.
Essence of Home is a cheat.
I can stream alternate universes like Netflix — Dragon Ball, Naruto, My Hero, even that one edgy harem anime where the main character's hair is also a sword. You name it.
Today's special?
Yujiro Hanma vs. the Dragon Ball Universe.
The living room toaster — sentient, loyal, slightly judgmental — slid beside me and popped up a golden slice of buttered perfection.
"Yujiro's in," it said in a metallic monotone. "Place your bets?"
I laughed. "Oh, I'm not betting against him. I'm just here to enjoy the carnage."
And funnily enough, I remember our last conversation before he stepped through that door.
He'd stopped beside my toaster, glanced at it, and said:"That thing yours?"
"Yeah," I'd said, munching toast. "Best toaster in the multiverse."
Yujiro had stared at it, then grinned."If that thing ever fights me, tell it to hit harder."
The toaster has been paranoid ever since.
Now I watch as he enters the ring. Shirtless. Calm. Dangerous.The announcer fumbles over his name.
Yujiro Hanma.No background. No records. Unknown style.
Goku watches him curiously.Piccolo frowns.
And me?
I lean forward, biting into my toast, eyes wide.
Because I know what's coming.
History's strongest creature is about to rewrite Dragon Ball.