Danmachi: Bell Gojo through the fictional Multiverse

The quiet grandeur of Zeno's palace was only broken by the occasional childish laughter of the Omni-King. After Goku left, Bell found himself alone with the small, powerful being, who was now bouncing lightly on his heels in excitement.

"Alright, Zeno-sama," Bell said, clapping his hands together. "If we're going to train, we need to start with the basics. First up: stretching."

"Stretching?" Zeno asked, tilting his head curiously. "Is that part of fighting?"

Bell nodded, smiling. "You can't fight well if your body isn't prepared. Think of it as waking your muscles up before you ask them to work hard."

Bell demonstrated each stretch with slow precision, ensuring Zeno could follow along. They started with neck rolls, arm circles, and gentle leg stretches. The Omni-King's tiny form mirrored Bell's movements as best as he could, his eyes sparkling with determination.

"That's it," Bell encouraged. "You're doing great. Now, let's move on to something more exciting—punches."

Zeno's eyes lit up. "Punches! Yes!"

Bell raised a finger. "But not just any punches. Anyone can swing their fist wildly. A proper punch uses your whole body—your stance, your hips, your shoulders. Let me show you."

Bell took a stance, his feet firmly planted, his fists relaxed but ready. Slowly, he demonstrated the mechanics of a punch: twisting the hips, driving power from the ground, and snapping the fist forward. "See how my whole body moves together? That's what makes a punch strong and controlled."

Zeno watched intently, nodding. "I want to try!"

Bell stepped back and gestured for Zeno to take the stage. "Go for it."

The Omni-King mimicked Bell's movements, his tiny fists thrusting forward with surprising effort. His form was clumsy, but Bell couldn't help but smile. "Not bad, Zeno-sama. Keep practicing, and you'll get the hang of it."

To help Zeno refine his technique, Bell introduced a simple kata focused on punches and stances. Moving slowly, he demonstrated a series of deliberate, powerful punches, each flowing seamlessly into the next. The sequence emphasized control and balance over raw speed.

"This isn't about how fast you can punch," Bell explained. "It's about teaching your body the correct movements so that when you need speed and power, it'll come naturally."

Zeno followed along, his small fists moving with growing confidence. Bell stepped back, watching with quiet pride as the King of Everything diligently worked through the kata.

As the day wore on, Bell couldn't ignore the immense pressure of Zeno's energy. The sheer weight of his presence was overwhelming, even for a Destroyer like Bell. Every moment spent near Zeno felt like swimming against an unrelenting current.

But Bell wasn't one to back down. He focused inward, letting his body gradually adapt to the titanic energy surrounding him. His muscles, his ki, and even his very cells began to respond, toughening themselves against the oppressive force.

Bell grinned to himself. Constant exposure builds resistance. If I can survive this, I can handle anything.

Through this process, Bell discovered a unique trick. By subtly aligning his energy with Zeno's, he found he could lessen the strain on his body. It was a delicate balance, one he wasn't ready to reveal yet, but it would be invaluable if he ever faced an opponent of Zeno's caliber.

As the day ended, Zeno gave Bell permission to stay at the palace. With a snap of his tiny fingers, Zeno conjured the most luxurious bed Bell had ever seen—soft, plush, and perfectly temperature-controlled.

"Thank you, Zeno-sama," Bell said, though he had other plans before resting.

While Zeno retreated for the night, Bell ventured to an open space in the palace. Transforming into his Legendary Super Saiyan Blue 4, he began an intense training session. His power surged exponentially as he activated his unique Kaioken, each level multiplying his base to astonishing heights. (Bell's Kaioken worked like an exponential increase not multiplying his power, his Kaioken was better. times two would make his power be: Bell's base (8billion)^2 making his technique better than the usual Kaioken).

"Times three…" Bell muttered, feeling the overwhelming force build within him. His Destroyer aura flared as he pushed himself further. "Times five… Times seven…"

The combination of his forms pushed his body to its limits, but Bell refused to stop. Each transformation layered atop the last, creating new combinations: SSJ4 with Destroyer Mode, LSSJ4 with Destroyer Mode, and even LSSJB4 with Destroyer Mode. The energy radiating from him illuminated the palace like a second sun.

As he trained, Bell couldn't shake the feeling that his transformations had more potential. The limits of Super Saiyan 4 didn't feel absolute. He theorized about higher levels—Super Saiyan 5 or even beyond.

The thought drove him harder. With each punch, each ki blast, he visualized breaking through the barriers of power.

After hours of grueling training, Bell finally relented. He returned to the palace, ate a hearty dinner prepared by Zeno's staff, and settled into the bed the Omni-King had created.

Though a god who didn't require sleep, Bell allowed himself the luxury of rest. As he drifted off, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. The day had been one of growth—not just for Zeno, but for himself as well.

Tomorrow brings new challenges, he thought. And I'll be ready for them.

With that, Bell closed his eyes, the soft glow of the palace lulling him into a peaceful slumber.