Motohama: Multiverse Chat Group

Morning light spilled across Motohama's modest bedroom as he bolted upright, the echo of another system chime resonating in his ears. Between the swirl of half-remembered dreams and the lingering euphoria of yesterday's revelations, he felt a bizarre sense of continuity—like he had never truly gone to sleep, but rather stepped momentarily out of one reality and into another.

"Ugh, it's too early for this," he mumbled, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. He wasn't wholly sure if he despised or cherished this new existence of missions and pop-up notifications. Both, probably. As the lock screen came into focus, he spotted the icon for the Multiverse Chat Group and tapped.

System Notification:

> New Daily Quest: Hone Your Power

>

> - Practice Goku's techniques for at least 1 hour.

> - Bonus: Attempt to quietly apply Ki control at school.

> Reward: 5 credits + random small consumable

Under normal circumstances—back in his old Earth life—he'd be cursing the alarm, reluctant to attend another day of high school. Now, he was cursing the idea of sneaking around devils with a Super Saiyan aura that threatened to explode out of him at any moment.

He sighed. "Well, I did choose this life… or maybe it chose me."

But he couldn't resist the faint grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The comedic timing of it all—Motohama, comedic side character turned Saiyan, living in the comedic-ecchi High School DxD world—was pure madness. Yet, after meeting Kazuma, Kamijou Touma, and Emilia in that shimmering Chat Group HQ, how could he not be excited?

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## Revelations Over Breakfast

He shuffled into the small kitchen of his home—an unremarkable space with mismatched plates, a slightly battered rice cooker, and a box of cereal that promised *"Nutritional excellence!"* in large, optimistic letters. In typical slice-of-life fashion, Motohama's parents were conveniently absent, presumably off on an extended trip for reasons only the comedic gods of fate knew. That was fine; fewer questions about how their son was punching crater-sized holes in walls with golden Ki.

He warmed up some leftover rice and cracked an egg into a pan. His mind drifted to the comedic mischief that might unfold at school. If Issei was the local pervert extraordinaire, how was *he*—the second-tier sidekick—supposed to balance comedic relief with not blowing cover?

His phone buzzed once more.

Fujiwara Chika: "Ohayouuu\~! How's the new day, Motohama? I'm going to play a prank on Kazuma in the HQ lounge later. Wanna join?"

He almost choked on his rice. The mental image of sweet, pink-haired Fujiwara from Kaguya-sama dancing around to trick poor Kazuma was too hilarious. He typed back:

Motohama: "I'd love to watch, but I've got classes. Might drop by after. Good luck with Kazuma!"

An immediate reply appeared with dancing emojis:

Fujiwara Chika: "Yay! I'll record his reaction for you. Good luck at school!"

He shook his head, his grin widening. The comedic synergy among the chat group members was no joke.

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## Morning Missions and Surprise Visitors

Just as he finished breakfast, a swirl of light manifested in the corner of his living room. Motohama lurched back in surprise, nearly toppling his bowl. The luminous swirl coalesced into the outline of a person. Then, stepping through like a dimensional traveler, came none other than Emiya Shirou.

"Sorry to barge in," Shirou said, holding up his hands apologetically. "The system indicated you were about to start your day, and I wanted to check on how you were adapting. Also, there's a minor group announcement."

Motohama blinked. "W-What if I'd been in my underwear?"

Shirou gave a sheepish shrug. "I, uh, guess I need to coordinate better next time."

It was surreal seeing the famed red-haired Hero of Justice from the Fate series in his modest living room, but Motohama was quickly learning that normal boundaries didn't apply in a chat group bridging worlds.

"What's the announcement?" he asked, setting his bowl aside.

Shirou adjusted his posture, stepping away from the glowing portal that flickered behind him. "We're planning a group gathering in a few days—something that will incorporate a cooperative mission across multiple worlds. The system is calling it a 'Multiverse Convergence Quest.' Could be big."

"'Convergence Quest?' So, I'd be working alongside you guys in an actual mission outside my world?"

He nodded. "Yes. But it's optional. For now, the mission details are locked. We just know it'll happen soon. In the meantime, we're all training and preparing. I wanted to let you know so you can schedule it around your classes… or your devils… or whatever else you might have going on."

Despite the comedic potential of skipping class to fight cosmic threats, Motohama couldn't deny that his stomach fluttered with excitement. "Alright. I'll keep that in mind."

Shirou gave a firm nod, scanning the living room. "You handle yourself well, from what I hear. The others say your Super Saiyan power is pretty formidable."

Motohama flushed. "I still barely know what I'm doing."

"Don't sell yourself short. Hard work and a good heart go a long way." Then Shirou raised his hand, conjuring a small, shimmering orb. "Here, this is a supportive skill orb from my world. It helps refine magical or spiritual energy. Might come in handy with your Ki control."

Startled, Motohama took the orb—no bigger than a marble, swirling with golden flecks. He felt a soothing warmth sink into his palm. The system beeped, recognizing it as a unique item. The text read: *"Refined Energy Channel: +5% Ki or magical synergy."*

"Wow… This is—thanks," Motohama said, genuinely grateful.

Shirou smiled, stepping back into the portal. "No need to mention it. We're a team, right? Good luck at school."

With that, he vanished, leaving Motohama to marvel at the orb. *So that's what it's like to have friends from multiple anime worlds. Pretty damn cool.*

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## Comedy in the Halls of Kuoh

The day at Kuoh Academy began ordinarily enough—teachers droning, classmates gossiping, and a certain set of second-year students trying to pass notes about upcoming club activities. But for Motohama, everything was tinted with a comedic tension. He might have been a comedic relief sidekick in the original storyline, but now he was grappling with comedic *and* cosmic secrets.

During the morning break, he found himself at his locker next to Matsuda, who was ranting about how the girls in the school's tennis club never gave him the time of day. Motohama tried to tune him out, stealthily checking his phone for chat group updates.

Kazuma: "HELP!! Fujiwara just tricked me into stepping on some bizarre contraption that dropped me into a pit of… I don't even know what it was, but it smelled like fish! She called it the 'Grilled Eel Surprise' or something!"

Fujiwara Chika: "(・∀・) Tee-hee\~!"

Motohama stifled a laugh, which prompted Matsuda to lean in. "What's so funny?"

He quickly pocketed his phone. "Oh, uh, just a joke I remembered from last night's show."

Matsuda eyed him suspiciously. "Dude, your sense of humor is weird sometimes." Then he paused, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Hey, by the way, have you noticed anything… strange about Issei?"

Motohama froze. "Strange how?"

"Like, he's been spacing out more than usual. Not the normal perverted daydreaming. It's like he's on edge."

A pang of worry hit Motohama. In canon, Issei's brush with the supernatural was imminent—he'd likely be introduced to devils or maybe even encounter a fallen angel soon. That meant the timeline was inching dangerously close to big events.

Before he could respond, Matsuda clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Anyway, forget I said anything. He's probably just got a new crush. You know how he is." Matsuda snorted a laugh. "Let's get to class before Mr. Nakazawa flips out on us."

Motohama nodded absently, his mind swirling with comedic chaos. *Issei, you have no idea what's really coming…*

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## Checking the Occult Research Club…Again

Lunchtime arrived, and Motohama felt a nagging curiosity tug at him. The system quest told him to "attempt to quietly apply Ki control at school." That meant practicing subtle Ki manipulations so he wouldn't be discovered. But there was a comedic side to this, because stealth was not his strong suit.

He wandered the corridors until he found himself near the Occult Research Club room once more. The door was closed, and from within, he could sense that same intangible pressure—devil aura, no doubt. He took a deep breath, focusing on the swirling energy from the skill orb Shirou had given him.

Calming his breath, he tried to center his Ki. Rather than letting it explode outward, he visualized it as a gentle candle flame, flickering quietly. A subtle warmth spread through his limbs.

*I can do this. Just keep it low.*

He let the Ki flow around him, just to test. His senses sharpened: he could detect faint voices inside the clubroom—Akeno's lilting giggle, Rias's calm tone, and perhaps Kiba's quiet comment. But then he picked up something else… a faint presence behind him.

"Excuse me, can I help you with something?"

He nearly jumped out of his skin. Turning, he found Koneko Toujou, the petite first-year with white hair and a stoic expression, staring up at him with big, unblinking eyes. She was clutching a small snack—a chocolate bar, if he wasn't mistaken.

"Uh, oh, hi, K-Koneko," he stammered. "I was just…looking for a quiet spot."

She blinked, her gaze drifting between him and the club's door. With catlike grace, she sniffed the air, eyebrows furrowing slightly. *She can sense my Ki… oh crap.*

Time slowed as his comedic instincts kicked in. *I have to defuse this situation—fast!*

He forced a loud, theatrical laugh. "Oh, I heard a rumor that the Occult Club might be giving out free fortune cookies today. Must have been a joke, though, right?"

Koneko's eyes narrowed. "Fortune cookies?" She seemed unconvinced. Then she gave the tiniest shrug. "Haven't heard about that."

An awkward pause lingered. He tried to act normal, leaning against the wall as if unconcerned. "So, you, uh, come here often?"

She took a bite of her chocolate, expression utterly deadpan. "I'm part of the club."

"Oh! Right, of course." He mentally cursed. *Smooth move, genius.*

"Anyway," Koneko added, turning slowly, "if you're trying to eavesdrop, you should be more careful."

His heart skipped. "What?"

She walked away without further explanation, leaving him sweating bullets. Did that mean she knew? Was she suspicious of him? The comedic irony wasn't lost on him—his first attempt at quiet Ki control ended in a confrontation with a devil who was also an advanced fighter. Not exactly his best moment.

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## After-School Surprise and a Visit to the Chat Group World

The rest of the school day passed in a blur of comedic tension. He avoided Issei and Matsuda's usual perverted chatter, focusing instead on not giving off more Ki spikes. When the final bell rang, he practically sprinted off the campus.

He found a quiet corner of town—a small park with a modest water fountain—where he could open the chat group interface. After ensuring nobody was around, he tapped the panel, selecting Enter Chat Group World. A swirl of rainbow light enveloped him, and the next moment he stood in the sleek lobby of the enormous skyscraper-like headquarters.

"Whoa…" he breathed. Every time he arrived, the futuristic architecture took his breath away. The floor was a polished marble-like substance, the walls lined with giant screens displaying real-time data from various worlds. A handful of lesser-known chat group members strolled by—he recognized them vaguely from cameo roles in anime series. Possibly they were from side series or smaller arcs.

Suddenly, the sound of intense thrashing and laughter reached his ears. Following the commotion, he discovered a lounge area filled with bright couches, snack dispensers, and one particular corner that had been set up like a mini stage. There stood Fujiwara Chika, twirling around in a bizarre dance, while Kazuma flailed in mock outrage, dripping with some unknown liquid.

"I can't believe you!" Kazuma yelled, his voice carrying a dramatic flair. "I just changed out of my damp clothes, and you've already—why do I smell fish?"

Fujiwara Chika giggled, clasping her hands. "Oh, come on, Kazuma-san! Don't you enjoy a good comedic interlude? It's for morale!"

Kazuma wiped a stray droplet from his face. "What morale? You're just humiliating me!"

Motohama couldn't help but burst into laughter, drawing the duo's attention.

"Motohama!" Fujiwara beamed, skipping over to him. "You made it! Guess what? I rigged a surprise device. When he stepped on it—fwoosh!" She flailed her arms in a comedic reenactment. "Instant fish sauce bath."

Kazuma groaned. "Next time, I'm booby-trapping your dance stage."

Motohama patted him on the shoulder, half-consoling, half-laughing. "Dude, the comedic synergy is real. You two should do a double act."

Kazuma rolled his eyes. "Yeah, real hilarious." Then, seemingly unable to remain angry under Fujiwara's angelic grin, he cracked a small grin himself. "So how's your day going, newcomer?"

"It's a day," Motohama said, shrugging. "Tried some Ki control at school, nearly got busted by a devil catgirl."

"Impressive," Fujiwara said. "And also comedic."

Kazuma flopped onto a nearby couch, beckoning Motohama to do the same. "Take a seat. We can talk about that big mission that's supposed to come up soon."

Motohama sat, running a hand through his hair. "Shirou popped by my house this morning. Said we might do a Cross-World Quest soon."

Fujiwara clapped her hands in excitement. "Yes! Chika's so pumped. I can teach you all a grand victory dance after we complete it."

Kazuma gave a mock grimace. "If that means another fish sauce contraption, count me out."

The comedic banter soothed Motohama's nerves. This place—though bizarre—felt like a home away from home, a respite from the intensifying plot in High School DxD.

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## The Gravity Room and a Spar with Touma

After the comedic lounge fiasco, Motohama made his way up several floors to the training facilities, hoping to get in that hour of Goku's technique practice the system requested. He found Kamijou Touma there, looking out of place in a high-tech environment, wearing his usual casual shirt and jeans.

Touma perked up when Motohama entered. "Ah, perfect timing! I was just about to fiddle with this gravity room contraption. Wanna join me?"

Motohama nodded eagerly. "Sure. I need to practice controlling Ki anyway."

They entered a large circular chamber with reinforced walls, resembling something straight out of Dragon Ball. A console near the entrance read: *Gravity Settings (1x-100x)*.

Touma scratched his spiky hair. "I read the manual… apparently we can ramp up the gravity to train our bodies. But let's not go overboard."

Motohama typed in a modest setting of 2x gravity, and a low hum resonated through the room. Instantly, his limbs felt heavier, a dull pressure pushing down on him.

"Not too bad," Touma commented, taking a few steps. "But it's definitely noticeable."

Motohama nodded, forcing his body to adapt. *Perfect environment to practice Super Saiyan or maybe even some Kamehameha technique.*

He closed his eyes, breathing steadily. Ki flared within him. Carefully, he channeled a fraction of that power into his arms, feeling the muscle tension build. Then, making sure he was far from the walls, he assumed the stance he'd seen Goku use countless times: legs spread, hands cupped at his side.

"Kame…hame…" he chanted under his breath, swirling the Ki into a bright orb of energy that crackled with golden sparks. The pressure from the gravity felt like a clamp on his chest, but he persevered.

Touma watched, a fascinated glint in his eyes. "That's wild. It's like a tangible force."

"Ha!" Motohama completed the motion, thrusting his hands forward. A bright beam of Ki shot out, smashing into a holographic target across the room. The target flickered and then reset—a measure of the system's near-endless resources. The recoil pushed him a step backward, and he exhaled in relief. "Yes! It works even under the increased gravity."

Touma gave an approving nod. "Not bad. You're actually pulling off the Kamehameha. Just make sure you don't blow half the building away."

They shared a laugh, the comedic undercurrent ever-present. Then Touma raised his fists. "Wanna spar? I might not have Ki or devil powers, but I've got my Imagine Breaker."

Motohama paused, remembering the infamous right hand that could negate supernatural forces. "Sure," he said, though he suspected Touma's ability could neutralize his Ki blasts if it made contact.

They faced off. Motohama powered up slightly, letting a faint aura swirl around him. Touma dashed in first, launching a flurry of quick punches. Motohama bobbed and weaved, the increased gravity testing his agility. The comedic side of him prayed he wouldn't slip on the glossy floor.

When Motohama tried to channel Ki into a punch, Touma's right hand collided with his forearm. A weird sensation erupted as his Ki fizzled out where contact was made. The abrupt nullification nearly toppled Motohama as he lost balance.

Laughing, Touma pressed the advantage, landing a light jab on Motohama's shoulder. "Gotta watch out for that!"

"I see that now," Motohama muttered, refusing to let the comedic tragedy of a Saiyan losing to a normal high school boy become a reality. He jumped back, harnessing just enough Ki to boost his speed but not so much that Touma could nullify it in a single block.

They danced around each other, exchanging blows that tested stamina and reflex under 2x gravity. After several minutes, both were panting. A final clash ended with Touma's fist grazing Motohama's cheek as Motohama landed a half-powered kick on Touma's side. Both staggered back, grinning.

"Not bad," Touma said, leaning his hands on his knees. "I gotta say, your Ki is impressive, but you'll have to learn how to deal with people who can directly counter it."

Motohama wiped sweat from his brow. "Yeah, you're telling me. That's basically half the cast of High School DxD if they find out."

They both shared a breathless laugh. Comedic relief in a cross-world training session was becoming routine.

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## A Team Dinner and Uncertain Tidings

After showering in the HQ's unbelievably high-tech bathrooms—where the water temperature adjusted automatically and digital screens displayed recommended shampoo usage (courtesy of the system's bizarre sense of detail)—Motohama felt refreshed. He wandered into a communal dining hall, the rumored cafeteria that Chika and others had been praising.

He found multiple members already seated at a long table, devouring an array of dishes. Kazuma, wearing a fresh set of clothes, tried to eat while side-eyeing Fujiwara with caution. Emilia sat gracefully, sipping soup. Kanae Kocho—demon-slayer from the Demon Slayer world—was there too, her butterfly-themed attire making her presence gentle yet striking.

As Motohama arrived, Kazuma waved him over. "Oy, new guy, c'mon! This place has the best grilled fish—assuming Fujiwara doesn't sabotage it."

Fujiwara stuck her tongue out. "Oh, lighten up. Anyway, I've discovered an entire dessert section. Tiramisu, mochi, cheesecake—the works! I vote we have a dessert contest after dinner."

Kanae Kocho smiled warmly. "I'll pass on the competition, but I might brew some calming tea to help with digestion."

Motohama found a seat, and almost immediately, a digital menu popped up in front of him, offering an endless selection. The comedic extravagance of this world never ceased to amaze him. He ordered a simple dish—rice, grilled chicken, and some vegetables—trying not to overwhelm his palate.

As they ate, the conversation drifted to rumors of the upcoming Convergence Quest. None of them had concrete details yet, but everyone felt a tension in the air, as if the system was building up to something major.

Emilia lowered her spoon, her violet eyes clouded with worry. "I just hope no one gets hurt. Missions that span multiple worlds can become extremely dangerous."

Kazuma snorted. "Dangerous is my middle name. Actually, it's literally not, but you get the idea."

Touma, who had arrived shortly after, nodded. "We'll handle it together. That's the whole point of this group, right?"

Motohama couldn't help but feel a spark of pride. Less than two days in, he was already part of a circle that would stand by him if the devils in his own world turned hostile. The comedic drama that once overshadowed him felt more manageable with these allies.

Fujiwara Chika hopped up abruptly. "Speaking of comedic drama, dessert time!" She marched to the dessert counter, returning with an array of sweet treats that nearly towered over her. The table erupted in laughter as she struggled to keep them from toppling over.

Kazuma winced, maybe recalling the fish-sauce fiasco, but even he couldn't resist a slice of creamy cheesecake. Kanae Kocho poured everyone small cups of delicately scented tea. Emilia tried a spoonful of tiramisu, her eyes lighting up with delight. The vibe was warm, comedic, and thoroughly mesmerizing. For a moment, Motohama almost forgot that devils roamed his school's hallways back home.

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## Late-Night Reflections

Eventually, the group dispersed. Kazuma wandered off to find a quiet corner to nap—still suspicious of Fujiwara's next prank. Touma mentioned heading back to Academy City to deal with some local trouble. Emilia excused herself to return to Lugnica, and Kanae Kocho slipped away, presumably to train or rest.

Motohama drifted into one of the HQ's observation decks—a wide, glass-enclosed space that overlooked the cityscape of the Chat Group World. The horizon glittered with futuristic lights, the sky a tapestry of stars. Down below, one could see the bustle of system-generated citizens going about their day. It was like standing in a sci-fi metropolis, reminiscent of a utopian anime city.

He leaned against the railing, letting out a long breath. The comedic chaos of the day had him emotionally exhausted, yet satisfied. He had completed the day's mission objectives: practicing Goku's techniques for an hour, albeit in a gravity room with comedic mishaps, and applying Ki control at school—even if Koneko nearly caught him.

A soft ping confirmed his progress:

> Daily Quest Complete

> Reward: 5 credits + 1 random small consumable.

A new prompt followed:

> You received a 'Ki-Refining Sweets' (consumable).

> Description: "A delicious candy that slightly refines Ki usage for a short time."

He shook his head in amused disbelief. "Sweets for powering up? Are we living in a Sunday morning cartoon?"

Then, a more urgent message flashed:

> System Alert: Anomaly Detected in DxD World

> Potential fallen angel activity. Investigate or risk timeline disruption.

His heart thudded. "Fallen angels, huh?" In High School DxD, they were a major threat, especially early on, possibly connected to Issei's introduction to the supernatural. Maybe the original storyline was inching closer to the moment Issei got attacked by Raynare.

He had a choice: intervene and risk changing the plot drastically, or sit back and let events unfold as they had in the original series. The comedic side of his mind imagined him swooping in Super Saiyan style, scaring the living daylights out of the villain. But that might have consequences.

As he mulled it over, footsteps echoed behind him. Turning, he saw Emiya Shirou once again, his expression pensive.

"Looks like you got the system alert too," Shirou said softly.

Motohama nodded. "Fallen angels in my world. Probably messing with Issei's arc."

Shirou placed a reassuring hand on Motohama's shoulder. "Listen, you don't have to face it alone. The chat group can help. But if you want to maintain the canon storyline, we can offer advice from the sidelines."

The comedic tension in Motohama's mind warred with the seriousness of the situation. "What do you suggest? This is all new to me."

Shirou's gaze hardened—an echo of the unwavering determination that shaped his hero's journey. "I think you should watch closely, be ready to step in if things get deadly. Protect your friends, but also let Issei have his growth. Otherwise, you might overshadow him completely, and that could unravel a lot."

Motohama swallowed, recalling how big Issei's potential was. "Yeah, you're right. He's gotta walk his path, but I won't let him die."

An unspoken agreement passed between them. The comedic air seemed to still for a moment, replaced by a steely resolve. This was the real crux of living in a fictional world—balancing comedic hijinks with genuine danger.

Finally, Shirou nodded. "We'll keep an eye on the situation from here. If you need backup, you know where to call."

"Thanks."

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## Return to Kuoh and Glimpses of Tomorrow

Moments later, Motohama engaged the system's return function. He found himself back in his bedroom, the faint hum of the chat group portal fading away. Outside, night had settled over Kuoh Town, streetlights casting pools of illumination on the quiet streets.

Sinking onto his bed, he pulled out his phone. The chat group notifications were piling up again. Another comedic meltdown from Kazuma, some random jokes from Fujiwara about a "Fishy Phantom of the Opera," and a note from Kanae Kocho about new teas.

He tapped on them absently, then paused. The system message about fallen angels loomed in his mind. He typed in the group chat:

Motohama: "Everyone, I've got a possible crisis in my world. Fallen angels might target one of my classmates. I'll handle it, but please be on standby in case it escalates."

Responses flooded in:

Kamijou Touma: "Count me in if you need a helping punch."

Emiya Shirou: "We'll be ready."

Kazuma: "No fish sauce this time, please. But I'm game if needed."

Fujiwara Chika: "Ganbatte, Mote-chin! We're cheering for you!"

Kanae Kocho: "Stay calm, don't be reckless. You can do this."

A warmth spread through Motohama's chest. In the comedic swirl of cross-world pranks and banter, there was genuine camaraderie. He set his phone on his bedside table, exhaling as he gazed at the ceiling.

"A person from Earth reincarnated as a high school side character DxD Motohama," he murmured. "He has got a Multiverse chat group—and maybe the comedic chaos is just the start."

In the hush of the night, he resolved that tomorrow, and all the tomorrows after, he'd navigate both comedic mischief and life-or-death stakes. He might be a side character in the eyes of the world, but with the chat group at his back—and Saiyan power in his veins—he'd prove that comedic relief could morph into something far greater.

As if on cue, the system chimed softly:

> Congratulations on completing Chapter 2 of your path.

> New Missions Unlocked.

He couldn't help but smile at the system's playful phrasing. Chapter 2 of his path, huh? A comedic, chaotic, action-filled path that just might lead him to rewriting his destiny—and maybe the destiny of those around him.

Turning off the lights, he burrowed under the covers. Tomorrow would be another day of comedic escapades at Kuoh Academy, masked Ki usage, and possibly life-threatening encounters with supernatural entities. All in a day's work for Motohama, newly minted Saiyan and comedic sidekick turned rising star.

He drifted off, dreams swirling with comedic dances from Fujiwara, Kazuma's shrieks of fish-sauce horror, Koneko's piercing stare, and the raw power of a Super Saiyan transformation. And somewhere in the layered tapestry of visions, a fleeting glimpse of Issei hovered—ready to transform from a perverted nobody into the Red Dragon Emperor.

*Tomorrow, we all take another step forward. And it's gonna be one hell of a ride.*