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At this moment, a collective surge of anticipation rippled through the countless viewers of the Wanjie Multiverse. They witnessed the unbreakable bond between Son Goku and his companionsâa trust so profound it had allowed him to cross the threshold into the realm of Ultra Instinct once more.
They wondered if this shared will could birth an even greater miracle. Could it truly grant him the power to topple the immovable mountain that was Jiren? Though the odds seemed infinitesimally small, the flickering silver light suggested the possibility was far from zero.
While the various dimensions held their breath, the inhabitants of Universe 11 remained cold and unmoved. They possessed no such hope; they only desired for Jiren to crush Son Goku's resistance and end the struggle immediately.
Within the projection, the tide of battle shifted. As Goku entered the state of Ultra Instinct -Sign-, he reclaimed the ground he had lost, weaving through Jiren's devastating strikes with fluid, autonomous grace.
This resurgence sparked a flame of hope in Krillin and the others on the spectator benches. However, Whis, the Angel of Universe 7, remained solemn. He whispered a grim warning: this was Goku's final stand.
The deeper a mortal delves into the divine territory of the gods, the more agonizing the backlash becomes once their limits are breached. Goku was isolated; he had no allies left on the stage and no Senzu beans to restore his depleted Ki. The moment that silver-grey luster faded from his eyes would be the moment his fate was sealed.
"Now do you understand why Majin Buu had to be written out of the script?" the narrator's voice boomed, resonating across the worlds. "Buu is a living glitch. His ability to heal others and restore their stamina is absolute.
If he were standing on that rubble, Goku and Vegeta could have been returned to their peak condition instantly. With a healer of that caliber, wearing down Jiren's bottomless Ki wouldn't just be possibleâit would be inevitable. Majin Buu was simply too broken for the balance of the Tournament of Power."
These words struck a chord with the audience. High above in his palace, the transmigrator Akira nodded, his tactical mind dissecting the missed opportunity. "A strategic blunder," Akira mused. "Buu's presence would have turned a desperate survival struggle into a war of attrition that Universe 11 couldn't win."
Indeed, for warriors like Krillin or Tien Shinhan, Buu might not have changed their eventual exit, as they were outmatched by power, not just stamina. But for the heavy hitters, it was a different story.
If Buu had been there to restore Vegeta after his Final Explosion against Toppo, the Prince could have charged back into the fray at full power. Even in his evolved Blue state, a fresh Vegeta would have forced Jiren to expend precious energy.
Goku's journey had been a cycle of total exhaustion. He had relied on a sliver of Ki from Frieza and a final gift from Vegeta just to stay on his feet. Those were mere drops in a dry well. If Buu had replenished his Ki to its maximum, Goku could have maintained Ultra Instinct without the looming threat of collapse.
The thought haunted Beerus, the God of Destruction for Universe 7, who fumed with regret. Why did that pink menace have to fall into a deep sleep the very day before the tournament? Two days later, and the crown would already be theirs!
In contrast, the Pride Troopers and the citizens of Universe 11 felt a wave of relief. To them, Buu's absence was a divine blessing. Without a healer, Goku was a candle burning at both ends. They watched with predatory focus, waiting for the exact second his silver light would flicker and die.
Back in the arena, the violence escalated to a terrifying scale. Goku and Jiren clashed with such intensity that the vast Kachi Katchin stage seemed like a mere backyard. They traversed the battlefield in blurred bursts of speed, their afterimages trailing golden and crimson fire. Yet, to those with keen insight, Goku's flaw was glaring.
His movements were sharp, but his strikes lacked the decisive weight needed to hurt Jiren. Because he was still 'thinking' about his attacks rather than letting them flow, his Ki was leaking, resulting in wasted effort.
Desperate to end it, Goku attempted the same high-stakes gamble he used against the fusion warrior Kefla. He began charging a massive Kamehameha while sliding across Jiren's energy blasts, closing the distance for a point-blank execution.
A blinding azure radiance engulfed the center of the arena, obscuring the combatants in a shroud of pure energy. But as the dust settled, the Multiverse gasped.
The gamble had failed. Jiren stood firm, having blocked the point-blank blast with a single hand. Toppo observed coolly that Jiren never falls for the same trick twice; he had analyzed Goku's previous victory and adapted perfectly. With a heavy, shockwave-inducing punch, Jiren sent Goku spiraling across the rocks.
Seeing this, Belmod, the God of Destruction of Universe 11, metaphorically popped the champagne. He mocked Universe 7, claiming Goku's "imperfect" state was nothing more than the thrashing of a dying insect. Vegeta, however, let out a sharp, condescending sneer.
"Are you dreaming, clown?" Vegeta's voice cut through Belmod's arrogance. "You call it 'imperfect,' which means you acknowledge there is a level beyond this. To ignore the potential for growth and claim victory now... isn't that a bit hasty for a God?"
Belmod's smile twitched. "Are you suggesting he can perfect that state and surpass Jiren in the middle of a fight? Impossible. You're the one hallucinating, Saiyan."
Vegeta didn't flinch. "Why are you so certain? In this tournament, within these mere minutes, we Saiyans have shattered our limits time and time after again. You've seen it with your own eyes."
The weight of Vegeta's words settled heavily on Belmod. A cold sweat broke on the God's brow as he realized the terrifying truth of the Saiyan bloodline. Panicked, he screamed toward the arena, "Jiren! End this now! Don't give him another second! Eliminate Son Goku immediately!"
Even if Belmod refused to believe in miracles, the fear of the unknown had finally taken hold. He knew that in the world of Dragon Ball, a Saiyan with his back against the wall was the most dangerous creature in existence.