Marcarita blinked in confusion, clearly not understanding what was so wrong with the show she had been watching.
Before Vados could respond, a brilliant streak of light flashed across the sky. Another Angel appeared—Whis, arriving later than usual.
He stopped midair, utterly perplexed at the sight before him.
"Why are you two here?" he asked, eyes darting between his sisters.
Vados and Marcarita exchanged quick glances and replied in unison,
"We're siblings. Can't we drop by and visit?"
Their bold tone left Whis speechless. He glanced around at the dim, grey void surrounding them, then back at Marcarita's tattered outfit. His confusion only deepened.
Changing the topic, Vados asked smoothly,
"Why did you come alone? Where's your God of Destruction?"
Whis sighed and turned his gaze toward Chiga.
"The last battle drained him completely. He's still in deep sleep."
Marcarita tilted her head, curious.
"Beerus is sleeping again? Did he fight Champa this time? It must've been a wild one!"
Whis shook his head. "Not this time. In fact, those two teamed up. The one they fought against… was this young man here—Uchiha Chiga."
Marcarita froze.
"It's you again!?"
Her eyes widened as she stared at Chiga.
Good heavens. Just what kind of monster was this man?
Chiga's expression remained calm, as though none of it concerned him.
Marcarita couldn't help recalling Jiren from her own Universe—once considered the strongest mortal, nearly on par with a God of Destruction. Yet compared to Chiga, Jiren suddenly seemed ordinary.
She had already fought Chiga herself and knew firsthand how terrifying his power truly was. If their fight had continued any longer, she would have been completely defeated. And even then, she suspected he hadn't fought seriously.
If not for the Grand Minister and Grand Zeno's existence, Uchiha Chiga might have stood as the absolute strongest being across all twelve Universes.
But that only raised a new question—how could someone this powerful remain unknown for so long?
While Marcarita wrestled with the thought, Chiga ignored her entirely. With casual ease, he reached out and took Vados's hand.
Whis's brows twitched in surprise, while Vados's face flushed slightly. She lowered her voice, whispering,
"What are you doing? Whis and Marcarita are still here…"
Chiga replied calmly,
"So what if they are? Your troublesome sister has finally quieted down. Let's go."
Marcarita's temper flared instantly.
"Hey! Who are you calling troublesome?! That's slander! Do you even know what slander means?!"
Chiga scratched his ear lazily.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz… you're so noisy. No wonder you wear pigtails—you act like a little kid."
Boom.
The words hit harder than any attack. Marcarita—a proud Angel who had lived for countless eons—was being called a little brat right to her face.
If anyone else had said that, she would have erased them without hesitation. But with Chiga, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Her fury had nowhere to go—only showing through her trembling fists and glare.
Marcarita's pride was legendary among Angels. She often used her sharp tongue to mock others, especially Vados. But today, she had met her match. Chiga hadn't indulged her at all—he'd beaten her soundly both in battle and in words.
Her lip trembled slightly. To her own shock, her eyes began to mist.
Whis noticed the change and was taken aback. Normally, Marcarita would have exploded by now, but instead she looked genuinely hurt—like a scolded child.
Feeling awkward, Whis spoke gently,
"Marcarita, you don't seem quite yourself. Why not come over to my place for a while? It's been ages since we've talked."
He immediately regretted it.
Marcarita snapped her head toward him, shouting,
"What are you talking about!? I'm perfectly fine! And your place is boring anyway—I'm not going!"
Whis scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
"You shouldn't say that. I could sing for you?"
"Are you kidding? Everyone knows your singing is terrible! Just spare me!"
Whis's hopeful smile collapsed. He folded his hands behind his back, muttering under his breath as he looked away.
Chiga watched her little tantrum and turned to Vados.
"Your sister's really something. Hard to believe two Angels could be this different."
Vados chuckled softly, her eyes full of warmth.
"Then… do you like me more?"
The question was so direct that it caught Chiga completely off guard. Even Marcarita's jaw dropped.
Vados smiled, but her voice trembled slightly. He could feel the faint warmth of her hand—her palms were sweating. She was nervous.
After a quiet pause, Chiga finally replied,
"Yes."
One simple word—but they struck deeper than any divine power.
Vados's expression softened into a bright, genuine smile. She leaned in slightly and whispered,
"That's good. Let's go back. Lazuli and the others must be getting impatient."
Chiga nodded, opening a shimmering portal beside them.
"Alright."
He pulled Vados close and stepped through, leaving behind a stunned Marcarita and a bewildered Whis.
Marcarita stiffly turned to her brother.
"Whis… did you hear what they just said?"
Whis tilted his head. "Of course I did. Why?"
Marcarita's expression twisted in disbelief.
"Are you dense!? That was basically a confession! From what I learned on Earth, the next step after that is marriage!"
"Huh? That's a bit extreme, isn't it?"
"What do you know?! An Angel falling for a mortal—that's huge news! I have to follow them and see what happens!"
"Chiga-san isn't mortal. He's a god himself."
"Oh, whatever! This is a live cosmic romance! You go back home—don't ruin my show!"
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