It had been quite some time since he had stepped foot on this planet⌠and doing so brought him no joy. This was previously the beginning of the end for the Assassin, and frankly all of Universe 6. Part of him held malice towards his universes God of Destruction for getting them into such a disastrous tournament⌠though deep down he knew that it was no fault to the rather⌠sporadic behavior of the other. Perhaps thatâs why he was here in the first place⌠in order to obtain clarity and get an explanation to the exact nature of the Tournament of Power.
But the Legendary Hitman was here for a even more pressing reason. He was sure Champa had already sensed his energy, but that didnât particularly matter to him, as he began his small trek to Champs erm⌠castle, eyes still closed, hands in pockets, mentally preparing himself for any situation, as anything could happen in regards to the reckless god.
@making-a-scene
Champa had taken to resting in the warm, sunlit sill of a large front window. A full belly and warm lightâthemâs were napping conditions. He lay with his arms behind his head, snoring softly. Vados had left to gather the remaining warriors. A few minutes of peace before everything hit the fan.Â
And thenâ Hit. Hit had found his world before Vados found him. That was⌠Probably a reason to be concerned, but given the situation, Champa found himself sitting up, groggy, and watching the warrior approach.
There he was.
This universeâs probable last hope.
Hopefully.
Finally approaching the Godâs tower, the Assassins calmly looked upwards, examining the tower and exactly how many floors he had to climb before reaching the rather erm... slothish God of Destruction, knowing he wasnât going to come down to meet him, as that would burn too many calories for Champa.
Letting out a breath in a sigh, the Assassin began his trek into the tower, footsteps echoing loud in the rather hollow chamber, stone steps lining the wall.
He took his time up the steps, not seeming to be in any particular rush to reach him, plus he knew of the Godâs impatient attitude, and waiting for an extended period of the time might irritate him... which was always something fun to look forward too.
Finally reaching the floor in which the God was on, The Legendary Hitman was faced with a unusually large door. Bringing a fist out his pocket he gave three delayed knocks, and stood, awaiting Champaâs reaction.












