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~Omni Pov~

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Lidded eyes slowly began opening, blue irises that looked flushed from a daze made their entrance, with a silent gleam... And quickly, a body shot up from the floor.

"GAAAHHHH!!!" A loud gasp was uttered.

This was none other than the young clone who fought an unknown amount of time ago, had now just awoken from his slumber. Soon, his teeth clenched in realization, and then a smile crept up unto his face...

"Haha... Hahahaha!" 

He laughed loudly, not with a sense of mocking-disdain, but a laugh of good comradery and extreme respect.

"You alright?" 

Another voice made its entrance, it was the older of the two saiyans. This time, he was back to normal, his appearance now a stark contrast to the sheer calm, yet horrifying intensity it was once before.

"... How long was I out for?" The clone got up and asked, still somewhat struggling to ground himself.

"Well, I came to my senses around 10 minutes ago, and waited an extra ten for you, so at least 20 minutes." The older of the two responded, looking into the vastness of the void.

The clone had a quizzical expression gracing his features, he was confused about the situation, and clearly had many questions to ask his counterpart, especially about the fight they had earlier.

"It was instant." The clone stated without stutter.

"Hmm? Is that so..." The older of the two said, sounding not very surprised or moved. This only served to puzzle the younger clone.

"'Is that so', that's your only response? I brought my A game, yet I still got decked, instantly too..." The younger of the two said, sighing for a moment before continuing.

"Seriously though, I'm proud of you... And, extremely surprised too. Not only did your new form seemingly give a ridiculous boost in your physical capabilities, it also has even more ridiculous abilities. Hell, I felt that I couldn't win no matter what I did..." He finished.

"Interesting. Tell me more..." The older saiyan simply asked.

"Fine. From what I recall, you couldn't speak that well, it was as if the left hemisphere of your brain was somewhat hindered, not that you couldn't formulate your sentences properly, it seemed as if you were... Purposefully, doing so... As in, manually shutting down a part of your mind to allow greater access to something else..." The clone finished.

He paused before continuing once again.

"It felt as if I was battling some sort of living concept, of something, instead of a regular opponent. You became something you shouldn't have... That's what my observation tells me..." The younger clone said.

The older of the two stood up. He looked at his counterpart with an expression of weary, and a bit of guilt...

"You look as if you have something to say, whatever it is, tell me..." The clone asked.

"... Remember what I said to Whis not too long ago? What I was trying to achieve?" He asked.

The clone nodded hesitantly, having a feeling of where the conversation is going.

"I achieved it... I achieved the flow. And you witnessed it." The older of the two said.

The younger Saiyan's eyes widened with surprise.

"You actually did it?..." The clone stated.

"Yeah... I did, it's incredible, but, the downside is that, I can't remember anything while using it and after. Even if I entered a state of mock control." The older Hanma said.

The clone looked at his older self with a bit of exasperation. It was what it was. But as he thought this, another like of thought hit him...

"That reminds me, what do you think you did when I was knocked out?" The younger clone asked.

"I... Don't know... I would like the answer myself, but... We need to head back to planet Vegeta. I want to see what G-Kakarot is up to, and what the prince himself has to say..." The older of the two decided.

With that, both left the chamber. Their new destination being planet Vegeta...

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~Omni Pov, Flash-Back, 30 minutes ago, during the fight~

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*CHOP!*

A loud sound reverberated in the void. With it, the emerald green and deep ocean blue light faded. A figure that was almost as pale as the void stood over another...

"So... Weak..." Daiko said. 

"My... Power... It... Feels... Endless..." He continued.

"It's... Too... Much... This... Body... Of... Mine. It... Is... Barely... Holding... On... I... Feel... So... Lonely... No... One... Can... Understand... What... I... Am... Even... If... I... Told... You. You... Wouldn't... Believe... Me... That... I... Am... The... Very... Embodiment... Of... 'Cause... And... Effect'... Itself. I... Can... See... My... Future... I... Can... See... What... I... Will... Become... Of... I... Give... Into... 'This'..." Daiko said to himself, clutching his head violently.

No facial expression were revealed, only simple grunts of intense pain...

In an instant, he de-transformed. His bones morphed under his skin, as if it was alive, replacing and adjusting itself in its intended positions. Then, his raven hair slowly grew back, reaching its original length.

His skin now returning to its original color, as well as his lips returning to its original blood red hue...

And immediately after, an intense amount of steam escaped his lying body, as if it was getting rid of excess heat it was building up, and with that, his body squirmed once more before stopping, leaving him motionless...

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