Dragon Ball Semi-Saiyan Era of the Gods

Chapter 6

Airil and Escaro had been training with Zurial for over a month, pushing their limits to understand the intricacies of God Ki. The transformation to Super Saiyan God, however, remained an elusive goal. The process was more complex than any previous forms they had unlocked, far more than just raising their power or tapping into their rage like before. Each day blurred into the next, a relentless cycle of grueling sparring sessions, intense meditation, and frustrating near-misses.

One afternoon, under the shade of a towering mountain, they sparred with Zurial as they had been doing for weeks. The rocky terrain around them was scarred from their efforts. Craters, shattered rocks, and burnt earth marked the remnants of missed strikes and misdirected Ki blasts. Every corner of the battlefield was a testament to their struggle, each scar a reminder of their failed attempts.

Zurial's challenge was to land a single hit on him. For weeks, despite their growing strength, the duo had failed miserably.

Airil darted forward, dust trailing behind him. "This time for sure!" he shouted, firing a fierce blue beam of energy straight at Zurial. But just as the attack reached him, Zurial casually tilted his head, letting the blast pass mere inches from his face.

Before the dust settled, Escaro launched herself forward, her fists a blur of rapid punches. Her strikes were fast, sharp, and fueled by weeks of pent-up frustration, but Zurial moved as if anticipating every single move. He weaved between her attacks with effortless precision, his body a blur of motion.

"You're doing it wrong," Zurial commented, sidestepping Escaro's elbow and lightly tapping her wrist. "You'll never become a Super Saiyan God with that kind of Ki usage."

Panting, Airil landed a few feet away, his aura flickering around him, unstable and chaotic. "What do you mean?" he asked, frustration lacing his voice

Zurial's playful demeanor faded."The transformation requires God Ki," he said slowly. "But not in the way you think. You're trying to force the transformation by pushing all your energy outward, like you do with Super Saiyan. But that won't work here."

Escaro crossed her arms, irritated. "Then tell us already. What are we missing?"

Zurial chuckled. "God Ki isn't something you force. You need to integrate it into your base form, let it circulate within you. Instead of pushing it out like you're used to, you must accumulate it, control it, and contain it within your body."

Escaro scratched her long hair. "That sounds complicated."

"It's about control, not power," Zurial explained. "You're used to pushing Ki to the surface, but God Ki needs to be contained. Relax and let it flow within you."

Airil and Escaro exchanged uncertain glances, still struggling to grasp the concept fully. "So... we just keep it inside?" Airil asked, his brows furrowed in concentration.

"Exactly. Let it build up, let it circulate, but don't let it out. You should feel the energy grow within you." Zurial stepped back, giving them space. "Try it."

Escaro took the lead, closing her eyes as she focused inward, her aura slowly flaring up around her. As she began to power up, shockwaves rippled through the ground, her body instinctively trying to release energy outward. Her natural inclination was to let the power explode, to feel the rush of force erupt from her. But this time, she fought against that instinct. Gradually, the shockwaves softened, and her power began to stabilize.

When Escaro opened her eyes, her expression had shifted. Her gaze was sharper, her presence calmer but more intense, as if her entire energy had become denser, more focused. Zurial nodded in approval. "Better. That's still your normal Ki, but you're getting the idea."

Airil, watching in awe, could barely sense her Ki, despite knowing her strength. "Incredible," he muttered.

Not wanting to be left behind, Airil clenched his fists and closed his eyes, focusing inward. He powered up as he always did, feeling the familiar rush of Ki surge through his body. At first, he followed his usual method—letting the energy explode outward, creating shockwaves around him. But after a moment, he remembered Zurial's words. He had to contain it, not release it.

The shift was difficult, like trying to bottle a storm, but slowly, the shockwaves around him began to fade. He felt the energy swirling within him, growing denser with every passing second. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. A reservoir of power that seemed limitless, but one that required immense control.

After a minute, Airil opened his eyes, feeling the weight of the energy coursing through him. It was vast, almost overwhelming, but it was completely in his control. He glanced at Escaro, who stared back in surprise.

Zurial crossed his arms, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're adapting faster than I expected," he said.

Airil smirked, feeling the surge of power in his veins. With a burst of speed, he lunged at Zurial, his fists moving with blinding quickness. Zurial dodged, but this time, Airil's strikes forced him to exert effort. Escaro seized the moment, launching a barrage of Ki blasts from behind, forcing Zurial into a corner.

Zurial leapt into the air to avoid the blasts, but Airil was waiting. With a powerful punch, he struck Zurial's chest, sending him flying backward.

Airil blinked, stunned by the force of his own attack. "I hit you..." he said, breathless.

Zurial landed gracefully some distance away, rubbing the spot where Airil's punch had connected. "Well done," he said, his voice filled with approval. "You finally caught me off guard."

Escaro and Airil exchanged smiles, their frustration from the past month fading.

Zurial stepped forward, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Now then," he said with a grin, "are you ready for the next part of your training?"