As I saw the block rising out of the ground in front of me, all I could think was: Damn it. I thought I had the drop on her. She really has honed her danger senses to the absolute maximum. I follow through on my punch, even though I know it won't be as effective as before, shattering the block of ice completely. The shards flying toward my face, I can see my own reflection on them. Peering through the ice, I look for Ur, seeing her out of the corner of my right eye, I see a piece of cloth. The clothes that Ur was wearing when we arrived here. Immediately my instincts kicked in. I jumped up, summersaulting over the ice spears that came my way.
Fuck. I'm on the defensive now. She's finally taking me seriously. I hear the patter of footsteps behind me. But by the time I turned around, there's nothing behind me. Another set of pattering behind me, and again I turn around to see nothing. Out of nowhere, I feel an impact on my back. The next second, I'm in a tree. She literally punched me through the trees. Now I'm stuck in one. Half through, and half still on the side I went in on. Feels like I've seen this type of scene in some of the research I used to do in my first life. I don't think it was a dude in this position though.
As I was remembering the 'anime' I felt myself become disoriented. This time instead of seeing the white snow beneath me, I see a clear blue. She literally threw me like I was a ragdoll. Funny enough, the sky is my territory. I can fly, and she can't. My pride wouldn't let me use my ki before I drew her ice magic out. Now, I'm free to go all out. Forcing the air around me to cushion me as I flew, I pushed my ki into a wall below me. I also shot my ki out to create a barrier around me that just blew all the intense wind around me and left me feeling a cool, gentle breeze. My hair fluttering the wind coursed through my black locks. Outside I looked like an adorably calm and collected shota.
'Fufufufufu. You look so cute just floating there!' I hear a voice in my head. 'I just want to come over there and squeeze you into a hug!'
'Oh, hey. I didn't realize that you were watching.' I say as I cross my arms over my chest, and smirk smugly. As though everything is already in my grasp. I tilt my eyes down as though to look at the world below me as if it's beneath me. Doing the iconic, I am Prince Vegeta, the prince of all Saiyans, look. 'Please tell me if I nailed the look. Because this feels badass as hell. If this is how Vegeta feels every time he postures? Now I get it. Maybe I'll do this more often.'
'Aww. You look ADORABLEEEEEE!'
'Damn.' I forgot I was a shota. I feel like crying now. Here I am, trying to be a badass, like my uncle, but nooooooo. I have to be a fucking 6-year-old. I wish I could boost my growth out of this phase. I wanna be tall, I wanna have big muscles, I wanna be able to look down and feel fucking massive, but now I am sadge. I'm a child. 'hmph.' If I can't have my moment, I'll use Fortuna's secret technique on her. I'll pout. And to anyone who says I'm not mentally a child, FUCK YOU. If I have to live my life being called adorable, and looking like a child, I'll behave like one too. Because I'm petty.
'Even cuter!' Fortuna is practically squealing right now.
'Fine. Be that way. I'm not going to talk to you anymore.' I say cutting off our connection.
"Noooooooooooo. Whyyyyyyyyyy." In her black void with the massive viewing screen, practically a home theater if someone from Earth saw it. It was stacked with candy, movie snacks, and drinks, the immensely beautiful Concept of Luck could be heard whining. She was still staring at the youthful face of our protagonist. Her eyes piercing through the screen as if she wanted to reach out to him, but her face was scrunched up into a cute frown. Her annoyance was evident on her face. "You didn't have to be so meeeeeeeeeeaaaaan. I mean, c'mon, we've known each other for foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrr."
At the place shown on the screen, I was smirking again. I know she must be annoyed right now. This time, instead of just posturing, I focused on my frustrations at being called cute. I'm not cute, I'm strong. I'm willful, and I'm prideful. I refuse to be called cute. As I felt my anger rising, I felt the tingly feeling that Caulifla must have felt. Heh, Universe 6 hacks, prepare to be put in your place. Grabbing that feeling, funneling more anger in that direction, I felt a change. My emotions were getting even more turbulent. Like they were the ocean in the middle of a tsunami, or a plane that flew through storm clouds. Everything felt amplified, and I enjoyed it. The chaos inside me. It was like 1-v-9ing a game of League. The rush was amazing. I felt untouchable.
Opening my eyes, I realize the ground below me is trying to move away from me. The trees are bending back, not breaking, but behaving as if they might be uprooted.