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~Omni Pov~

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The original Daiko exhaled, his sclera turned into an abysmal black whilst his iris became a luminescent white. His hair then rose slightly, flowing with the wind...

"So this is your ultra instinct... It's much more refined than before, unrecognizably so..." The clone spoke, analyzing his future counterpart carefully.

However, the older Daiko simply called his younger clone to the challenge.

The clone smiled. Instantly, the clone dashed toward his older counterpart, a right hook to start with. But it was inevitably dodged by the older of the two. However, that wasn't what surprised him...

'He dodged my blow with mere nanometers worth of precision!' The clone thought.

The clone prepared to throw an open strike attack toward the center of his new larger opponent.

'Let's see you escape this!'

As he was about to land his blow with immense speed, he quickly paused.

A flash of what he was doing appeared in his mind in real-time. A version of himself already using the blow in the exact same way, trajectory, and accuracy, however, this is where the similarities ended...

As the blow got closer to its target, the larger saiyan instantly countered using his own open palm strike however, he then countered his shorter saiyans attack by pressing his own open palm with his smaller self's own.

'What the? What am I seeing!?' The clone thought, surprised.

As he saw himself and his older self use the exact same move, the future saiyan did something, else... As soon as both the open palm strikes connected. The larger saiyan twisted his arms, causing the mirage of the shorter saiyan's arms to twist multiple times over...

*DASHES AWAY!*

"...You fucker! The hell was that!" The clone shouted. Sweat pouring from all parts of his body...

The future counterpart shook his head. A little displeased.

"That was the demon brain. However, I didn't just make you see a mere, illusion. I made you see what would have happened if you continued to use that move. A future warning, if you will..." The older self retorted.

The shorter saiyan gasped in shock. He was sure he felt his arm becoming nothing but a twisted mess.

'Is that what he had achieved in this amount of time?... I couldn't predict it at all... It looks like his analytical prediction far supersedes that of mine, and I can see thousands of sure moves ahead... But how much can he see?'

The smaller saiyan chuckled.

'But this doesn't explain his absurd reaction time... It doesn't make sense at all. No matter how much he transforms, he shouldn't be able to hold a candle to me in sheer speed, but not only that, he can even outspeed me too...' The smaller saiyan thought.

"I don't like mind fuckery... What kind of training did you do? Not only is your reaction time leagues ahead of mine, but your reflexes are too." The clone asked.

"I did a lot of both types of training. A simple answer to a simple question. However, what I specifically did, was to train both my fast twitch muscle fibers and neuromuscular adaptation as much as possible, that was my goal for an entire year. To improve both my reaction speeds and reflexes..." The larger one said.

"Still, the training doesn't explain how much you've grown at all, it's all rather vague... Training both of those specific things must have some sort of limit compared to your natural strength and speed." The younger one retorted.

"Really? We're a hybrid between the Hanma and saiyans, we have no physical limits... I can train a specific part of my body to any degree I wish. And for me, I ensured that my reaction speeds and reflexes were over a thousand-fold for what is natural for a body. And my body adapted... It always grew according to my strength and speed, so if I could move a thousand miles per hour regularly, my reaction speed would be a thousand+ times that..." The larger saiyan spoke.

The smaller clone simply stood still, thinking for a moment...

'If my memory serves correctly, the max human reaction time is around 100ms, compared to the normal 250ms, but those were imposed limits on the human body, since we don't have that limitation, we can, in theory, train our response times to those degrees without any plateau in our way. Damn... I'm a genius!'

"Still, I have another issue... I get the feeling that you are holding back against me, why?" The smaller saiyan said, but the question was a threatening one. A spark of emerald green radiated off of him.

The larger of the two saw this.

'I hoped I could have fooled him. But he is me...' The future Daiko thought.

"Yes, I've been holding back. And for good reasons. These forms of mine, how powerful do you think they make me? This form I'm using alone already improves my reaction time, and attack speed by 52.5 and 40.25 fold respectively... The second stage improves that earlier value by 375 and 75 fold respectively as well, plus both forms improve my battle IQ tremendously too. I'm not going to mention my last one..." The larger saiyan said.

"Incredible... To think that when we fuse, we can both use that to our advantage. Imagine stacking those forms on top of our super-saiyan transformations. The possibilities are endless! But... You mentioned something about the last form. It sounds, intriguing." The clone asked.'

"That's the thing, I have no clue about it. The system doesn't even tell me its capabilities, but I can tell you what I've experienced in the state." The original Daiko said.

The clone nodded.

"Alright... To call it a state would be an understatement, what I gained wasn't a mere state. I could feel myself continuously getting stronger and smarter, and not only that. I could see things that I shouldn't be able to. Like actual angles, trajectories, and such on a more complex level... It's a bit hard to explain. Trust me, I could even see a glimpse of 'infinity' too... And that isn't to mention the power I felt, it was terrifying... Not only was I getting stronger constantly, I felt techniques pop up into my head at every moment, but those are the times I would start to black out..." The larger saiyan responded.

The clone took all the information in, thinking of an appropriate response...

"Still, I'm a multiversal threat, show it to me, I can handle it..."

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