The day of the tournament had finally arrived, and the Cardinal World was abuzz with anticipation. This wasn't just a mere competition—it was a historic event that would etch its way into legends. As dawn broke, every fighter, noble, and commoner was ready to witness a spectacle like no other.
Arrival to Beerus's Tournament Planet
The fighters, VIPs, and spectators were transported via portals to a magnificent planet Beerus had designed exclusively for this monumental event. It floated amidst a vast void, glowing with an ethereal light. The planet itself was a masterpiece of creation, showcasing a diversity of terrains meant to challenge every fighter and enhance their strategies.
A shimmering lake reflected the light from above, perfect for those who thrived in aquatic combat.
Towering mountains with jagged peaks offered strategic high ground for long-range fighters.
A desert wasteland, with its scorching winds, was a perfect spot for endurance battles.
Snow-covered plains, with icy terrain, tested the agility and adaptability of the combatants.
A lush forest, dense and shadowy, provided ample cover for stealth and ambush tactics.
The central fighting arena—a colossal, open field—was the focal point, designed to shift and adapt to different terrains as battles raged on. The entire stadium floated in a sea of stars, giving the illusion that the void surrounded everything.
Audience Seating and Provisions
VIP Section: Kings, queens, nobles, and demon lords were seated in an elevated, golden pavilion, surrounded by shimmering barriers that ensured their safety. Each seat was a luxurious throne, complete with magical screens displaying close-ups of the action.
Commoner Section: The public, who had managed to secure tickets, sat in vast, well-organized areas with enchanted seats that adjusted for comfort. These sections were lively, filled with cheers, laughter, and eager chatter.
Every section was stocked with an endless supply of refreshments and delicacies from across the world. Beerus had spared no expense to ensure the best experience possible for every spectator.
For those who couldn't attend in person, massive magical projectors had been set up in every city, town, and village across the world, ensuring no one missed a moment of the action.
The crowd erupted into a cacophony of cheers, gasps, and murmurs of awe as multiple portals opened simultaneously in the middle of the arena. The swirling energy of the portals illuminated the battleground, and one by one, the strongest fighters from across the Cardinal World began to step forward, representing their nations, kingdoms, or demon lords.
The Entrances
The Demon Team from the Ice Continent
The first to emerge were 10 demons cloaked in icy mist, their mere presence exuding an aura of dominance, fear, and despair. Each step they took froze the ground beneath them, their glowing crimson eyes scanning the arena with cold indifference. The audience fell silent for a moment, overwhelmed by their intimidating presence, before erupting into hushed murmurs.
"Are they really demons?" someone in the crowd whispered.
"They look like they could freeze the entire arena with just a thought!" another gasped.
The Dragons from the City of the Forgotten Dragon
Next came 10 dragons from the fabled City of the Forgotten Dragon. Each dragon was humanoid in form but retained scales, horns, and wings that shimmered with ancient power. Their mere appearance made the air heavy with draconic might, and the ground trembled beneath their steps. The leader, a colossal dragon with golden scales, let out a deafening roar that echoed through the void, eliciting wild cheers from the crowd.
"I've heard of them, but I never thought I'd see one in person!" a spectator shouted.
"They're as majestic as they are terrifying!" another said, wide-eyed.
The 10 Great Saints Led by Hinata Sakaguchi
With military precision, Hinata Sakaguchi led the 10 Great Saints into the arena, their pristine white uniforms glinting under the light. Each saint carried themselves with unshakable confidence and pride, their holy auras causing a ripple of awe and respect through the audience. Hinata's cold, calculating gaze swept across the battlefield, already analyzing her opponents.
"The Great Saints! They're the pride of humanity!"
"Hinata herself is here... They're a force to be reckoned with."
The Beasts from Eurazania
A deafening roar signaled the arrival of the Beasts from Eurazania, their powerful bodies flexing with raw, unmatched strength. Each fighter was a beastman in their hybrid form, their fur glistening and muscles rippling as they confidently strode forward. The leader, a towering lion beastman, raised his claws to the sky, roaring with such intensity that the crowd felt it in their chests.
"They're monsters! Literal monsters!" someone exclaimed.
"I can feel their strength from here..." another murmured, gripping the edge of their seat.
The Puppets from Jistav
A wave of eerie silence fell over the arena as the next team emerged. They were puppets, their strange, distorted faces and stiff movements unnerving the crowd. Yet, their mechanical precision and the faint glow of magical cores in their chests betrayed their immense power.
"What are those?" a spectator asked, shivering.
"Clayman's creations, no doubt. Creepy, but dangerous."
The Giants
The ground shook as the giants entered, their massive frames casting long shadows across the battlefield. Each one stood over 15 feet tall, their muscles bulging like boulders. Their grins exuded confidence, and they carried massive weapons that looked capable of leveling entire mountains.
"They're HUGE!"
"How can anyone even fight against that?"
The Team from El Dorado
Next came 10 fighters from El Dorado, a team that looked deceptively human. Clad in golden armor and radiating an aura of regality, they walked with measured steps, their calm expressions betraying no fear. But their glowing eyes and subtle magical energy revealed their non-human nature.
"They look so normal... but there's no way they're weak."
"El Dorado's king doesn't pick anyone ordinary."
As the portals continued to open, the arena welcomed even more awe-inspiring teams, each one bringing a unique flair and aura of strength. The crowd grew louder with each new appearance, their excitement palpable.
The Eastern Empire's Single Digits
Emerging from the portal in perfect formation, the Eastern Empire's team strode forward, their polished armor gleaming under the light. At the front were the Single Digits, warriors so powerful that each one rivaled an awakened demon lord in strength. Their leader, a towering figure with golden hair and a massive spear, radiated sheer dominance, his aura making the weaker spectators shiver.
"It's the Single Digits!" someone in the audience shouted.
"I heard they're almost unstoppable!" another gasped.
Even the VIP section paid close attention, with Guy Crimson smirking. "Interesting... I've been waiting to see these so-called Single Digits in action."
Raja's Team
The Raja team appeared next, stepping out with confidence and flair. Their fighters were dressed in elaborate armor adorned with magical runes, and they carried weapons that pulsed with raw energy. Each fighter exuded arrogance, flexing their muscles and showcasing their strength as they walked into the arena.
"Look at them! They think they've already won!"
"With weapons like those, they just might!"
Ingrassia Representatives
The Ingrassia team followed, a mix of the strongest adventurers and noble warriors. Each member carried themselves with confidence, their years of experience evident in their battle-ready stances. At the center was their leader, a woman with silver hair and a blazing greatsword, her eyes scanning the competition with fierce determination.
"That's one of Ingrassia's top-ranked adventurers!"
"They might surprise everyone!"
Dwargon's Armored Warriors
The next team to step through the portal was the team from Dwargon, their presence immediately captivating the crowd. Each warrior was clad in beautiful, intricately crafted armor, a testament to the dwarves' legendary craftsmanship. Their weapons gleamed with enchantments, compensating for their slightly smaller stature with overwhelming precision and technology.
"Their armor is amazing! They look like walking fortresses!"
"I heard Dwargon has been working on secret techniques just for this tournament."
Even Vesta, sitting among the VIPs, smirked with pride at the display of his kingdom's work.
Falmouth's Contenders
The team from Falmouth appeared next, their presence surprisingly bold. While not traditionally known for strength, they had clearly poured every resource into preparing their team. Their fighters wore lightweight but durable armor and wielded a mix of swords, halberds, and crossbows.
"Falmouth might be the dark horse in this tournament!"
"They've got some strong adventurers in their ranks now!"
The Crowd's Reactions
As the final teams settled into the arena, the atmosphere was electric.
"This is unbelievable! So many powerful fighters in one place!"
"I don't know who to root for!"
"I'm just here to see some amazing battles!"
In the VIP section, the kings and queens watched intently, their expressions a mix of excitement and apprehension. The stakes were high, and they knew this tournament could shift the balance of power in the world.
Luminous leaned back with a smirk. "I see some potential here. Let's see if it's enough."
Milim was practically bouncing in her seat, her excitement contagious. "This is going to be SO MUCH FUN!"
Beerus, sitting at the highest throne, observed the fighters with a calm, knowing smile. "Let the show begin," he murmured to himself.
With all the teams in place, the arena buzzed with energy, and everyone—contestants, VIPs, and common folk alike—held their breath for the moment the tournament would officially begin. Beerus stood, his imposing figure commanding absolute silence.
"Welcome, warriors, to the Royal Tournament. Today, you fight for glory, for pride, and for the future of your nations. Give it your all. Entertain me... and let the strongest prevail!"
The crowd roared as the fighters prepared for the first clash, the anticipation reaching its peak. The tournament was about to begin, and the world was ready to witness history in the making.