As the countdown to the Royal Tournament ticked away, the world was abuzz with preparations, training, and anticipation. The spell cast by Beerus, projecting the remaining time until the tournament into the sky of every nation, served as a constant reminder of the looming event. The glowing numbers shimmering in the heavens fueled excitement and anxiety alike, reminding rulers, warriors, and citizens of the stakes.
Beerus in Celesterra
In his magnificent palace in Celesterra, Beerus remained the picture of calm amid the chaos. Reclining on his throne, he indulged in grapes, hand-fed by his wives, while another wife massaged his shoulders. His aura of absolute power radiated effortlessly, even as his demeanor was relaxed.
Looking into the future, he caught a glimpse of the birth of a unique existence—a slime, destined to bring unprecedented change and excitement to the Cardinal World. A knowing smile played on his lips as he murmured, "Rimuru... you will bring a new flavor of entertainment to this world. But for now, let's enjoy the current chaos."
His wives giggled at his cryptic musings, not pressing further as they knew their husband always foresaw what others could not.
The Nations' Preparations
Lubelius
In Lubelius, Luminous Valentine summoned Hinata Sakaguchi for an intense discussion. Luminous, ever the perfectionist, leaned forward from her ornate chair, her crimson eyes locked onto Hinata.
"Hinata, I don't care what it takes. You will make the Ten Great Saints unbeatable. Use every resource, every ounce of effort. This is our chance to demonstrate the might of our faith," she commanded.
Hinata, with her usual calm demeanor, nodded. "Understood. They'll be ready, Luminous-sama. I'll personally oversee their training."
The Ten Great Saints were put through grueling regimens, combining physical combat, divine magic, and tactical exercises. Luminous observed from the shadows, her pride in Hinata and the saints growing.
Clayman's Strategy
Clayman, ever the schemer, recognized that brute strength alone would not carry his team to victory. Sitting in his lavish hall in Jistav, surrounded by his newly created puppets, he devised intricate strategies and traps. His focus was on exploiting the strengths of his enhanced puppets while using misdirection to confuse opponents.
"I can't out-muscle them," Clayman mused aloud, "but I can certainly outwit them. Let them underestimate me—they'll regret it."
His team trained in secret, their abilities fine-tuned to exploit weaknesses in the more straightforward fighters of other nations.
Carrion's Brutality
In Eurazania, Carrion took a different approach. His philosophy was simple: strength through suffering. He personally oversaw the training of his warriors, pushing them to their limits—and beyond. The training involved combat in extreme conditions, battling each other until they were battered and bruised.
"Pain is temporary," Carrion bellowed, his commanding voice echoing through the training grounds. "Glory is eternal. You'll thank me when you're standing over your enemies in the tournament!"
Despite the harsh conditions, his warriors grew stronger and more resilient, their beastly instincts sharpened to a deadly edge.
Leon Cromwell's Swordsmanship
In El Dorado, Leon Cromwell took a meticulous approach, focusing entirely on swordsmanship. He believed that the blade was the ultimate equalizer in battle. His fighters trained under his direct supervision, sparring against him and honing their precision.
"Victory is a matter of discipline," Leon declared, his voice cold but commanding. "A single misstep with the sword, and you lose everything."
His team became a group of elegant and deadly warriors, their movements as sharp and calculated as their master's.
Guy Crimson's Team of High-Ranking Demons
The enigmatic Guy Crimson, ever the strategist, selected a team composed of high-ranking demons whose mastery of magic and tactical brilliance was unrivaled. While many focused on brute force or singular skillsets, Guy's team represented a dangerous blend of precision and overwhelming magical prowess.
Each member of his team specialized in an area of magic, from elemental manipulation to ancient arcane arts. They honed their techniques under Guy's ruthless supervision, practicing high-speed incantations and devastating multi-layered spellwork.
"Remember," Guy's voice cut through the training grounds like a blade, his crimson eyes glowing with authority, "magic is about control. Overwhelm them. Make their resistance futile."
The team's synchronized attacks and their ability to weave defensive barriers while casting high-level offensive spells made them a terrifying force to behold. The entire world expected fireworks when Guy Crimson's elite demons entered the arena, their every move calculated and devastating.
Milim Nava's Relentless Dragon Training
Milim Nava, the childish yet overwhelmingly powerful Demon Lord, pushed her dragons to their limits with relentless enthusiasm. Unlike Guy, who employed precision and strategy, Milim believed in overwhelming raw power and stamina. She sparred with her dragons personally, often unleashing bursts of her destructive energy to force them to adapt mid-combat.
"Come on, you slowpokes!" Milim yelled, laughing as her dragons struggled to dodge her relentless attacks. "If you can't even handle me, how do you expect to win in the tournament? No rest until you're all perfect!"
Her dragons, towering and powerful, gritted their teeth (and scales) as they endured the onslaught. Despite her playful attitude, Milim was a merciless taskmaster, and her training ensured that her team would be a powerhouse in the tournament. The public buzzed with excitement at the thought of witnessing the destruction Milim's dragons would bring to the battlefield.
Draguel's Brute-Force Giants
Draguel, one of Guy's most trusted generals, prepared his team of giants, each a colossus of unmatched physical strength. Where others relied on speed, skill, or magic, Draguel's philosophy was simple: overwhelm the opponent with raw might.
The training grounds trembled under the weight of the giants' movements as they engaged in sparring matches that left craters in the earth. Draguel himself, a towering behemoth with unmatched durability, demonstrated techniques that turned even their brute force into an art form.
"Strength wins wars," Draguel roared, his voice echoing through the mountains where they trained. "When you hit, make sure it's with enough power to bring down a mountain. Show them why no one dares challenge a giant."
Though their approach seemed straightforward, the giants had honed their reflexes and stamina to complement their strength. Their sheer presence was enough to send shivers down the spines of lesser warriors, and many speculated that Draguel's team would dominate the physical aspect of the tournament.
The Anticipation of the World
The audience's excitement only grew as news of these powerhouses spread. From the mighty Guy Crimson's masterful demons to Milim's unrelenting dragons, and Draguel's terrifying giants, the competition promised battles that would be spoken of for generations.
In the Eastern Empire, Rudra smirked, his confidence unshaken. "Let them show their strength. It will make our victory all the sweeter."
In Sarion, Elmesia marveled at the diversity of tactics and strategies. "This will be a battle of art and destruction."
Meanwhile, the civilians prepared for massive gatherings around the magical projectors that Beerus had set up, eager to witness every fiery clash and dazzling spell.
Beerus in Celesterra
Back in his palace, Beerus observed it all with a smirk. Lounging on his throne, surrounded by his wives, he murmured to himself, "This is shaping up nicely. Fireworks, raw power, strategy—it's everything I wanted. Let's see who truly reigns supreme."
His wives giggled as one of them fed him another grape, the god of destruction utterly relaxed as the world around him prepared for chaos.