BATTLE: Sparga vs Kado

Kado · Oct 4, 2025

The illuminating light radiating from the Saiyan of Steel's energy blade cut across the moonlight, slicing shadows at a distance,
yet Kado felt the energetic pressure. Each vibration in the atmosphere was a note to digest. The tension in Sparga’s stance told him more than words could: poised, patient, ready. A warrior’s posture, sharpened by countless battles.

For a moment, Kado let his breath still. He accepted that Sparga had found a strong reset, a moment of advantage. But Kado’s mind had catalogued every frame so far—every opening, every tremor in Sparga’s guard, every micro-adjustment in his grip. Patience had never been merely endurance. It was preparation. Golden aura flared around him in slow concentric waves, the aftermath of his Super Saiyan–grade transformation settling into a tighter coil. He wasn't burning with raw power; now it was refined, steady. His speed physiology had him wired to act in shattered attoseconds, that could increase upon a moment's notice, and his mind—keen intellect, adaptive mind—was a razor poised to cut through Sparga’s calmness.

Then, without warning, Kado blurred. Everything aligned: his left foot pivoted on the lunar regolith, he launched like a phantom. From Sparga's perspective he would've saw nothing—just the faintest after-image before Kado’s blade arced upward, tracing a path toward Sparga’s side. The movement was silent save for a whistling distortion in the vacuum, where light bent and shadows flickered. Kado flicked his right hand, sending a projected slash from Kuro-ko, a blur of dark steel edged in pure light. Kado’s speed blurred away. He followed with a Slash Effect from his sword, the blade emitting a beam of ki, slicing through the air toward Sparga’s torso. It struck so swiftly that the blade’s motion seemed to lag behind itself, as if the moment wasn’t bound to reality at all. Not a full-power blast, but enough to force sparing motion attempting to ripple through Sparga’s guard, brushing flesh, carving a ribbon of hot air that sizzled across the skin.

Then Kado drew back, his golden aura dimming to a soft glow like embers before dusk. He settled into a stance—feet grounded in cratered moonrock, sword tip leveled, eyes molten gold yet coldly precise. He allowed the dust in orbit around his mini gravity-warp to fall back to the ground as environmental ruin whispered its collapse. He exhaled, waiting for the outcome to settle while simultaneously generating his energy throughout his body. His mind and soul steadily acted together to give him perfect clarity when the time came to respond.

Sparga · Oct 9, 2025

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With Mind and Body as One in a cohesive, maintained, and unified entity, Sparga’s whole being thrummed with not just power which stemmed from acceleration of energy inside his core, but also with the enlightenment and inner harmony of acceptance in this moment. There was no time to second-guess oneself or worry about restraint - Just time to act and be true to one’s deepest self. The fast-paced combat and knowledge that the fight would begin at any second meant that the Superman wouldn’t have time to doubt himself or worry about overthinking. And that lent itself to granting a type of purity that most people spend their entire lives chasing and never even get a chance to brush their fingers against. In this moment, Sparga had no chance to overthink about restraining his power or concern himself with maintaining the concerted effort of holding back. Part of him was still subconsciously dampening his full strength - and that wouldn’t change until he made the conscious thought and decision to do so. But even so, he was already of the opinion that until proven otherwise, his full strength wasn’t needed just yet. Sparga had proven time and again that even in his current state, he had bested several warriors who employed the first grade of Super Saiyan. And while Kado might be fast, Sparga is Superman. Speed means nothing in the face of such certainty and confidence in one’s prowess, or so Sparga was sure of in his beliefs.

The golden glow of Kado’s Super Saiyan aura was bright in its vibrancy, but that made the keen senses of the Saiyan-Kryptonian hybrid all the more attuned to his location. The acuity of his perception only magnified by the beacon of aurum light radiating from his opponent, Sparga’s confident smile held itself in place while his patience held. And then with a flush of vibration across the ground presented itself as he felt the faintest hint of a tremor in the soles of his boots. His sharp awareness and heightened information processing attributed to his super brain’s increased neural network speed informed him of the adjustment of footing before the blur flared to inform Sparga that Kado had initiated the speed with which he was so reliant on.

Given that the distance between the two fighters was still as of yet unspecified by the opponent, this lent itself to granting Sparga some leniency in how much distance the opponent would have to travel to reach him, even bearing his speed in mind. And such a detail would potentially allow Sparga more time to react, which he would take advantage of. The ability to react within attoseconds of time frames magnifying this potential, Sparga’s sharp awareness and attention to detail lent itself toward him perceiving the movement so that when Kado’s blade slashed upward to project a wave slash of energy, one that Sparga adjusted his posture to meet head on. The beam raced toward Sparga’s body only for a twist of his wrist to drive his Spirit Tsurugi into a slashing motion so that his own blade might cut through the wave.

Kado was fast, he always conceded that. But speed isn’t everything in a fight. And the tells were there to aid Sparga. The faint tremor of a heel’s pivot. The whistle of a blade slicing through empty space. These details were crucial to the Saiyan of Steel’s perception, enabling his heightened and preternatural awareness to read movement and action and inform him of details he deemed necessary to lead him to perceive his opponent, even at the speeds he moved at.

Because of the alternating current of vibrational motion and momentum within his energy blade’s edge, whatever physical mass and energized particles of matter Kado’s wave slash held would find themselves instantly met with a shearing saw-like motion as Sparga’s blade ripped into it with an edge vibrating at such intense speeds that no motion could be perceived. In doing so, Sparga’s Spirit Tsurugi wouldn’t just cut through, but shred like a chainsaw tearing through whatever it touched at such astronomical speeds that the alternating current of his sword’s edge would produce a frighteningly clean cut. In an instant, Kado’s wave motion slash would split clean in two upon impact to send the two cleanly shorn halves past Sparga harmlessly while cutting through whatever they came into impact with behind him. The furious vibrational current that amplified his blade’s cutting potential and slashing output sizzled with intense heat that burned at any particles of energy they came into contact with, incinerating and aggravating the molecular composition of anything and everything his weapon’s edge touched, allowing Sparga to forcibly slice through anything, no matter how tough.

And as he pivoted at the heel to keep his blade online and leveled toward Kado, Sparga ensured mind and body stayed stable and as one. His tsurugi humming with vibrational frequency as he readied himself, poised to act, his grin kept itself intact.

Sparga: “My turn.”
Every muscle in his body was poised and ready, and he was graciously giving his opponent time to acknowledge and prepare for the rush that was about to come so they could meet head-on in mutual combat. Sparga’s stature and stance screamed that he was about to initiate a forward dash, giving Kado a precious instance of time to perceive and acknowledge this before he might actually begin his movement. A duel between blades was far more dangerous than one between fists, and Sparga wasn’t about to risk an accident to enact what could end up being lethal force due to an error in reading one’s actions. So he kept his leg muscles coiled and ready to charge, waiting patiently for Kado to show a sign of acknowledgment while keeping his guard raised and ready to react.

Kado · Oct 13, 2025

The rippling aftermath of Sparga’s Spirit Tsurugi echoed through the field, its heat scattering faint distortions through the air. Kado’s slashed energy wave split cleanly in two, streaking harmlessly past the Saiyan of Steel. Yet the Hunter didn’t back down. He could feel it. The weight in the air. The tension coiling like a bowstring between two God-like Warriors. Sparga’s stance radiated, every fiber of his being aligned in perfect synchronicity between body and mind. Kado could see it; could feel it. Every breath, every slight tightening of muscle was a promise of unrelenting response.

Suddenly, his aura detonated, which triggered an explosion of golden light that flared outwards — but not as an attack. It was a calculated overload of bioelectrical frequency, designed to flood the surrounding environment with excess Ki resonance. Kado’s Ki field began oscillating at frequencies intentionally calibrated to exploit the Kryptonian-Saiyan hybrid’s ultra-fast neural interpretation. The principle was simple yet devastating: the faster a brain processes data, the easier it is to overwhelm it with too much input. By vibrating his aura at hundreds of different subharmonic frequencies, ranging from low Ki pulses to EM micro fluctuations — Kado effectively created false positives in Sparga’s perception, inflicting distortion in his senses. While the “afterimage” on the left lunged forward with kinetic force, the real Kado vaulted upward — silent, invisible within the ocean of Ki distortion he’d just unleashed. The heat signature, the kinetic tremor, even the air displacement from his true position were masked by the sensory storm he created.

Far above, Kado's body descended. The air pressure folded beneath him, forming a cone of compressed Ki that shimmered with golden plasma. His blade spun in hand, the centrifugal motion generating a spiraling energy ring that folded Ki into a stable rotation.

The ring wasn’t pure energy — it was a composite of Ki and vibrational plasma, rotating fast enough to destabilize molecular bonds on contact. But more importantly, it interfered with the vibrational frequency of Sparga’s own blade. One would need to acknowledge: Sparga’s weapon relied on vibrational resonance to cut at the subatomic level. The Halo-like manifestation rotated at a counter-frequency — a principle pulled from wave interference physics. When two opposing vibrational waves meet, they don’t amplify; they cancel. Thus, when the Razor Halo screamed toward Sparga, its true purpose wasn’t to slice him, it was to simply neutralize his sword’s cutting field.

As it cut through the air, the golden light distorted the field of vision, and Kado dove behind it, folding his aura tight, using its radiance as a camouflage blanket. This would've forced Sparga to approach the situation with something outside of his heat vision and ki sense because of the difficulty separating one layer of energy from the other. The two signals were intentionally phase-locked. Had Sparga's extrasensory perception been affected, it would've been delayed and by that time Kado would've already dropped to ground level.

One would assume Kado would've stopped there, but he proceeded on — applying pressure to the Saiyan of Steel.

His form blurred — air bending around him, friction igniting faint gold sparks across his limbs. He utilized momentum anchoring by using microbursts of Ki propulsion along muscle fiber alignments, Kado reached speeds so high that friction itself began to ionize air particles around his frame, creating miniature plasma pockets that masked his exact position from Sparga’s kinetic detection. In actuality, his opponent could see him but couldn't locate him.

Kado’s sword reversed in his grip, a blur of motion too fluid from being a blade fanatic. He threw an upward diagonal slash with the purposing of colliding with Sparga's blade for the sole purpose of observing how his opponent react, His sword edge carried a thin sheath of oscillating Ki that allowed him to gather and process feedback in real time. Had both blades met, When the weapons met, the world flared — gold and blue light clashing in a storm of brilliance. Sparks spread outward like molten glass as both energy frequencies battled. The collision produced a ripple through the environment — a gravitational micro-shockwave that cracked the ground beneath their feet. Kado absorbed the recoil through fluid momentum, twisting backward midair and landing several meters away, low and steady. His aura once roared, but it was condensed into a singular golden light swirling lightly around him. His Ki was dragging gravity inward, causing the atoms to vibrate slower. It wasn't light he was shaping, it was mass. Kado’s hands tightened around his sword hilt, and the blade began to hum with a tone deeper than sound — the resonance of compressed Ki matter. By compacting his aura into high-density pseudo-mass particles. He leveled the sword toward Sparga once more, golden eyes locking on the Kryptonian hybrid through the haze of charged air.

Kado: "Come.."

He said with a calm tone, sighing slightly as he held absolute calmness to remain alert for what was to come while simultaneously generating and amplifying his energy.

Sparga · Oct 24, 2025

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Sparga: “My turn.”

It was the only warning he had given before initiating his action and though every muscle fiber in his posture was poised to display the preparation for a forward charge. And he had given his opponent ample time to ready and respond, allowing him to properly prepare his true intentions. And like that, the trap was sprung. It wasn’t difficult in the slightest for a warrior of his caliber to bait an overconfident overextension, and when Kado reacted to signal that he was ready, Sparga acted.

While Kado’s aura detonated into an external release that bore the intent to create a veil over the Saiyan of Steel’s senses, mistakenly hoping to blind him and create an opening, the Superman’s trap snared shut over his opponent when his own detonation occurred. Kado’s belief that his energy expanding out in a canvas of total vibrational frequency to create excess resonance in order to generate an area of overwhelming sensory overload might be useful - Were it not for:

1: Failure to define the range and reach of the field in conjunction with the distance between the two fighters and whether or not this field moved with Kado. One might safely assume it did so given that it is an extension of Kado’s aura, but assumptions cannot be accurately assessed in this scenario, given its rulings in accordance with T-1 Rules as any undefined information cannot accurately measured based on lack of information and thus subject to interpretation by an opponent. However, this is irrelevant because even if one were to assume Kado’s efforts to create a dampening field over his opponent’s senses moved with him, this would be moot because;

2: The same instantaneous moment of Kado’s own aura extension in order to generate his smokescreen veil over Sparga’s senses, the Saiyan of Steel let his Spirit Tsurugi combust and ignite, pumping the stockpiled energy within it to surge it into detonation. In less time than an instant, another half an attosecond’s time frame, Sparga made the conscious decision and effort to flow the gathered and pooled Ki within his core (( 1 Prepped Charge)) into his hand and merge it with his Spirit Tsurugi, overloading the quantity of power that composed his blade. And then in the following attosecond, all that energy burst forth into an explosion. In that single attosecond’s timeframe, Sparga maintained masterful demonstration over his prowess in the field of Alteration-type Ki manipulation by transforming his own sword into a bomb. One that exploded with the force of a star.

Time and time again, throughout the course of their repeated battles, Kado had always comfortably assumed being faster - But Sparga was beginning to doubt this was actually the case, and he perhaps always been the faster between the two. Given the Saiyan-Kryptonian hybrid’s ability to react and generate such explosive forces within such a time frame and how the opponent had failed to define the speeds at which he moved upon executing the generation of the sensory blinding field to create afterimages and then descend to attack, one cannot assume Kado moved within speed values greater than Sparga’s window of reaction timing.

It didn’t matter if Sparga perceived the afterimage for what it was or if he caught the upward leap to trigger a downward descent so that he might attack - Not when the lack of defined value for momentum to catch Sparga within his own proven capabilities is still present. As one cannot simply assume Kado moves at greater momentum than Sparga can perceive because of claims to such capability when Sparga has repeatedly demonstrated the ability to perceive, react, and move all within a single attosecond’s timeframe without defining a value to prove greater speeds, this creates an opening where one can justify Sparga’s reaction timing is greater than Kado’s own speed.

And even then, the failure to define speeds and momentum in comparison to what Sparga has repeatedly proven in this battle alone (I.E., reacting, moving, and releasing attacks in that attosecond’s window of time), then one might accurately assess the high chance that as Kado moved, he would very likely immediately be caught up in the ensuing explosion when Sparga’s Spirit Tsurugi was altered into a Super Explosive Wave.

The detonation of power and combustion engulfed the landscape with a force and heat comparable to that of a supernova. The Saiyan of Steel’s violent release of devastation roared into existence like a genuine star’s death; astronomical, instant, and all-consuming. This thundering wave of force boomed into full completion in that same attosecond’s span to consume and wash over the moon in its entirety, incinerating it in its heat that dwarfed the sun’s own temperature a billion times over and packing a concussive weight discharge that bore the same magnitude of a true exploding star.

To give full weight to such an enormous volume, this can be defined well past exatons. A single tenaton is the equivalent to a trillion exatons. And a full-blown supernova is equivalent to 23,000 tenatons. At this threshold, however, it excels into something far larger - a value known as 1 Foe. Bearing in mind that at one point in the fight, Kado attempted to use telepathic and psychic forces to tip his attack power into exatons, then one might safely assess his durability to be comparable in relation to how much he could withstand. But such an overwhelming dwarfing of exatons in volume would result in total and utter devastation. Not only would the moon be vaporized and require reconstruction with the Dragon Balls, but Kado while present on it would find it extremely difficult to evade such an overly encompassing wave of destructive force. The heat from Sparga’s attack would scorch the Earth’s atmosphere even despite the great distance between the point of origin and anything within the range of such a blast would find itself subject to total devastation and scorching inferno heat. This single Foe bearing cataclysmic concussive forces, Kado would find himself utterly consumed were he unable to defend - and Sparga had a suspicion that even were he able to block it that such monstrous levels of kinetic impact would overpower a warrior who had never thus far produced anything comparable. For Sparga, who was coming into his own as a true Superman, realizing the depths of what he was capable of after sparring with Universe Eleven’s own greatest hero meant both realizing and accepting that his was a level of strength that dwarfed everything before him. And the more he realized how vast the gap between himself and his peers is, the more he realized what his warrior’s soul wanted deep down would never be realized. His battle with the Pride Trooper resulting in such calamatous devastation en masse was proof that such forces were now child’s play to the Superman and that he was stepping into a magnitude of strength that could only be defined as absolute.

If Kado found himself subject to such an overwhelming attack produced by the amplification of Sparga’s spirit tsurugi combined with the stockpiled energy within his core, then how well he might be able to withstand such a powerful explosive wave would be defined by his own capabilities. But Sparga was sure that this was the moment of his victory.

Sparga: “Sorry to have to hit you that hard. But I think it’s time we wrapped this up.”

Kado · Oct 27, 2025

The world around him hiccuped, an almost imperceptible stutter between thought and outcome—and Kado felt it the way a trained ear hears a bad note. Years of conditioning had taught his mind to sprint ahead of his body. In that tiny, surgically thin window his perception lengthened: not magic, nothing other than his nervous system cycling faster, letting him think and decide where others could only react. Time didn’t so much slow as grant him more thought in the moment. He used that extra thought like a tool. His senses fractured the illusion of time itself. His perception folded inward — accelerated cognition magnifying every frame of existence into a billion frozen stand stills. Kado’s eyes narrowed. In the motionless void, every photon crawled. Through his heightened focus, he traced the blast’s curvature, realizing its gravitational front wasn’t constant, there existed a quantum low-pressure pocket, a tiny imperfection where space folded thin from the overload.

His Telekinesis took the properties of space, creating spatial kinesis, in which it didn't warp distance by force, it altered coordinates of distance. Using a micro singularity point as an anchor, he shifted his mass-energy signature with perfect precision. It happened at roughly 10⁻²⁶ seconds — in other words, a yoctosecond. Enough to reposition his entire form before Sparga’s wave collapsed into total detonation. The process wasn’t teleportation. it was spatial inversion where two positions in three-dimensional space swapped positions. As Kado’s spatial field inverted, the distortion rippled outward, a precise but risky maneuver meant to displace his position by exploiting the unstable fold between them. Space itself seemed to flicker, and if the timing aligned, Sparga could’ve been drawn toward the very space Kado had just abandoned — right at the heart of his own detonation. The airless void trembled as the explosion surged to life, light and force swallowing everything nearby.

From Kado's position, he watched the fabric of space rupture, tearing outward in luminous shockwaves as atomic particles screamed into vacuum. The moon shattered, debris flaring like glass under a sun that no longer existed. Where Sparga once stood, now floated Kado encased in a thin sheath of golden plasma that refracted the last remaining radiation. The surrounding void rippled from residual kinetic pressure, but Kado’s aura remained sealed, his bioelectrical field oscillating in counter-phase to the radiation spectrum. The interference negated the majority of subatomic impact. He didn’t linger. Using the still-lingering distortion of warped space, he stepped through a gravitational seam and reappeared down in the grasslands on Planet Earth. He acknowledged his oxygen would've been severely limited so he instinctively returned into an atmosphere he was most familiar with. Kado stood in perfect stillness, aura faint, his golden eyes locked on the sky, watching, waiting for his opponent to make his return. He knew that while that explosion would've inflicted damage, it wasn't strong enough to take someone of Sparga's caliber out completely.

He exhaled softly, using the moment to steady himself as his energy began to flow once more. The blade in his hand fragmented into countless motes of light, each one fading into the void as his mind and body aligned in perfect harmony.

Sparga · Oct 30, 2025

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The reverberation of expanding heat and concussive booming force that Sparga’s blast echoed with not only turned the entire moon to ash and left no real fragmented debris to crash into the Earth’s atmosphere, but nearly burned a whole in the planet’s atmosphere below. And while Kado manipulated the fabric of space and reality to evade the devastation released by the supernova level eruption, his attempt to redirect its forces unto its creator were less than useful. Considering that any object that exerts a level of force must also be able to withstand that force or break apart beneath the weight of its own exertion, a Superman who could endure the crushing gravity of a black hole to the point he didn’t even acknowledge it as a threat (as seen here) would bear no concern for such pressures. Nor would he be overly bothered by the heat of the flare erupting out in a doming radial sphere bursting from his hand, leaving only his suit charred and burned in some places where the baggy hakama leggings incinerated to reveal the tight compression suit pants beneath. In the black void of space where the moon once stood, Sparga hovered with his body smoking and his frustration peaking to a manifestation. This wasn’t his first supernova he had endured. His last battle with his mentor and teacher had similar events occur. And unlike his mentor, Kado didn’t generate such forces of his own volition but rather used Sparga’s own strength and power against him.

With Kado now back on Earth, Sparga, who had been stricken and overwashed by his own attack’s redirection, grimaced and shrugged his shoulder to brush off the minor discomfort of the Supernova’s kinetic slam against him. And while he was now comfortably out of earshot of his opponent, he sighed in disappointment and vented out loud to himself.

Sparga: “Never could land a clean hit on me without using some cheap trick, could you? Guess that’s what I get for expecting someone who prides themself on being able to run fast to fight like a warrior…”

It was a quiet revelation that at such a distance from where Kado presently stood on the Earth’s surface and Sparga’s current location, where the moon once existed, the distance would be far too great for anything other than the stars to hear and offer no response save for the ever-enduring silence of their light.

Sparga lifted his hand up to study the creases in his palm with a sad and furrowed brow, contemplating the understanding the gap between himself and his opponent. A lifetime now of pining for an equal that could match him in his world, and only finding disappointment as every rival looked toward other paths to keep up with him had left Sparga wanting, and at this point? Sparga didn’t see the likelihood of finding a peer in the way he wanted. And was ready to end his search dissatisfied. The world needed him to be focused on being Superman. And it was time to put this desire behind him to focus on the future. The beast within him felt the sensations of battle and stirred from its slumber briefly, but did not sense anything worthy of its rousing and decided that hibernation was still more appealing. But Sparga still craved a finale worthy of his pride. Maybe that was what Chronoa and Jiren were trying so hard to drill into his head…

He wanted to be Superman inside and out, but his pride still couldn’t let go of that hunger that his Saiyan half craved; that ever-gnawing need for a fight worthy of him. And every feast just left him still starving.

As he stared at his palm, he slowly folded his fingers into it to clench a tight fist before offering the stars around him a sad smile of resignation.

Sparga: “Fine. One last move. It’s time to show you just how powerful I really am…”

His posture sharpened as he swiped his fist out to the side and tensed his entire body before his aura sparked into ignition with a massive roar of intense frenzy and life, forging a wildfire of silver and white sparks that roiled and thrashed off of his frame. The surge of vitality as Sparga’s ki spiked sent waves of drumming shock throughout the endless black of space to cause tremors throughout the entirety of the solar system and beyond. The magnitude of Sparga’s power exploded in full, deep and total exposure. As much as he respected and appreciated his rivalry with Kado, even the Hunter had never been able to truly draw out the utter and total expanse of his full strength before. And there was a reason for that, made evident by the fact their history of combat was littered with scenarios like the one which just occurred - Kado had to rely on Sparga to do the heavy work for his unique abilities to reverse the Saiyan Kryptonian hybrid’s strength against him - The tactics of a trickster versus the strength of a warrior.

As Sparga’s inner energies screeched into full ignition, the roar that rumbled from his throat echoed out in the depths of the void to be carried by the howl of fury radiating with each surging spike of his soul. Each and every last drop of his power was being weaponized, an ocean deeper than all the stars in the sky could count in their infinite knowing of the boundless horizon they bore witness to that was burning brighter and brighter than any shimmering flicker of their light ever could. Even among the early morning glow on Earth’s surface, Sparga’s aura was as bright as a star over the blue sky, raging and shining like a beacon opposite the sun on the horizon.

Sparga: “It’s time…. To go… Even… FURTHER… BEYOND!!! HHHRRRAAAAAGGHHH!!!”

As he let the secret fury of his true strength break the shackles he always imposed on his potential to unlock his greatest state of being, the Earth itself would tremble beneath the magnitude of his internal to external release of pressure and aura, regardless of how Kado reacted to it. And with each passing attosecond, Sparga’s power was growing greater and greater, far greater than any pedigree he had graced the Hunter with before - like he was finally showing his opponent the true strength he had kept hidden from him for all these years. The very heavens shook as Sparga’s roar echoed through space and time to the edges of creation and make the whole universe shudder as he revealed the full magnitude of his true self - his Potential Unleashed, the Xeno Superman unbound and revealed.

And then even while his aura made him an obvious beacon for Kado’s senses to locate if he so much as simply just looked up, Sparga would then take flight to charge.

And he zoomed past Earth to soar right into the heart of the Sun.

It was no secret that Kryptonians like Sparga had the ultraviolet yellow radiation waves of the Sun to thank for their immense strength. But something often forgotten and overlooked is that light, both visible and non-visible disperses the further it gets away from its source. So if Sparga is able to get as strong as he is while maintaining a life on Earth’s surface, then one could only imagine how powerful he might get while soaking in the very source of his strength - the core of Earth’s sun.

Given the distance from the Sun to the Earth’s surface and that a large majority of UV light is absorbed and filtered by the planet’s atmosphere to mitigate and minimize exposure to protect from harmful overexposure to ultraviolet radiation, then the typical amount of energy Sparga absorbs into his cells via his Photonucleic Effect is about 2800 watts of power per second. But by shrinking that distance to nonexistence and diving directly into the Sun’s core, Sparga could now absorb 6 Septillion watts of power per second to magnify his already monstrous strength - strength that was Kado’s only real weapon against the Saiyan of Steel.

Even within the Sun’s core, Sparga’s howl echoed like a titan bellowing its existence to bare so that all of creation might know him and remember the mark he left on the world as even Heaven itself felt the quaking tremors of his aura expanding and intensifying. For a full minute, Sparga would soak up as much energy as he could to absorb it all into his own core and vitalize him, both healing any injuries he sustained in battle near instantaneously by accelerating his metabolism in addition to the astronomical expansion of his power that was growing far beyond any known threshold recounted before.

Years ago, Sparga had demonstrated that he was capable of bringing a God of Destruction to heel when he forced the mighty Champa into submission. And he had only grown stronger since then. Now his strength would soar even higher as he laid bare every bit of himself to prepare and focus for one final attack before putting the warrior’s soul within him to rest. With each passing second for the full minute, Sparga’s power skyrocketed beyond absurdity and make the entirety of the universe and beyond tremble. At this point, he was past Sparga and embodying the absolute certainty of what being Superman meant to him: Strength unrivalled and focused with conviction to always stand tall and do good. Whatever Kado might do in preparation for what Sparga was about to unleash, he was heedless to. Mind and Body as One, he prepared himself to end this battle both within himself and the one with his opponent.

Kado · Nov 3, 2025

His eyes followed the heavens with unwavering focus, catching every subtle motion of Sparga as the Saiyan of Steel positioned himself at the very heart of the sun. For as long as Kado could remember, Sparga had been the one he leaned on when doubt gnawed at him, a living wellspring of power to borrow in moments of weakness. But Kado no longer sought strength outside himself. His expression remained calm, a mask of serene purpose. A silent decision had taken root: a choice that would mark the first time he revealed a truth even he had never dared to show.

He drew in a breath, steadying the ki he had begun channeling earlier. But unlike before, there was no desire to ascend to a higher transformation. The golden aura that had once crowned him, the brilliant glow of raw, unchecked energy, faded as if the wind itself had claimed it. His hair fell back into its natural two-toned pattern, drifting in slow, weightless arcs. The usual burn of exertion never came. Instead, a profound calm washed through him, one that steadied his mind and sharpened every thought. His eyes brightened to the familiar silver he had always carried: reflective, unyielding, and clear. This time, he would not counter. He would reveal.

Around him, the universe itself seemed to pause. Flames from distant collisions dimmed to faint glimmers, and the distortions of gravitational turbulence that had threatened to tear space apart softened into a distant echo. Kado’s thoughts, once reactive and instinctive, now moved with crystalline precision. Each neuron fired in perfect synchrony, every pulse of energy deliberate, every heartbeat harmonized with the subtle cadence of the cosmos.

Then the air around him began to vibrate.

A low hum rolled outward, subtle at first, then swelling into a resonance that rippled through space. Waves of psychic pressure extended from his form, bending reality like water around a stone. Colors emerged from the energy: blues, pinks, and violets coiled together, alive, weaving an ethereal tapestry around him. Unlike the raw chaos of ki, this energy was refined, resonant, deliberate — a living extension of his consciousness. His face softened, an unreadable calm settling over his features. This was a truth he had never shared, not even with his mentor: a glimpse into a potential so vast it defied comprehension.

Light itself twisted in response, refracted and warped by the swirling psychic field. Debris from the Earth’s ground that had been on the ground in random arcs now hovered in orbit around him, pulled into perfect, weightless circles by the will of his mind alone. Kado’s hair moved as if stirred by some invisible current, strands swaying in time with the rhythm of his energy. And then, from the stillness, his right eye opened. Crimson fire burned within it — the unmistakable mark of Gnosis. He was the second Kadonian in history to transcend body and mind. Power coursed through him, not as a surge to be controlled, but as a state of perfect unity, an awareness of self and universe in a single, infinite heartbeat. The aura continued to pulse outward, each wave vibrating through the molecular lattice of the cosmos. Energy flowed freely through him; matter obeyed his intent without question. He extended his awareness outward, feeling the solar winds brush against him, tracing the electromagnetic fields of the Earth around him, sensing the subtle tremors in the light streaming from the sun itself. He felt the rhythm of particles, the pulse of cosmic radiation, the whisper of atomic collisions — all bending, all yielding to his will.

Where once he might have relied on raw force to shape the void, now consciousness alone sculpted reality. Space curved gently around him, bending with absolute awareness instead of brute power. Time itself seemed to stretch, slow, and flow at the rhythm of his mind. Kado stood firm among the grasslands, serene, sovereign, untouchable. The distant sun flared brighter, its light catching the iridescent waves of his aura, scattering prisms across the debris and void. He waited, patient and unyielding, every fiber of his being connected to the universe in a harmony that few could ever comprehend. The chaos, the destruction, the fury of battle — all faded into insignificance. In this moment, Kado was no longer just a fighter, no longer just a being of flesh and ki. He was the second of his kind: mind and matter, perfectly intertwined. He was revelation incarnate, and the universe, in all its scale and fury, bent quietly to witness him.

With each measured inhale, he drew in not just air, but the subtle currents of energy that threaded through space itself, solar winds, residual ki, and the faint psychic residue of distant celestial events. Every particle, every wave of matter around him, responded to the sheer will of his awareness. He extended his mind outward, a silent command rippling through the void. Dust, rock, and even distant light bent subtly toward him, drawn into the invisible lattice of his psychokinetic influence. Space itself seemed pliable, a medium through which his energy could flow freely. A soft ripple of color danced outward from him, violet, cerulean, and rose coiling around the orbiting debris. With a slow exhale, he drew the scattered energies closer, condensing the luminous currents into a swirling vortex of iridescent power around him. The aura thickened, no longer merely radiant, but tangible — a living manifestation of thought itself. Even the fragments of meteor and moon now hovered as though bound by threads of invisible energy, orbiting his form in perfect, silent obedience.

And in that instance, he began to gather it all into a single, coherent force, ready to shape the world not through brute strength, but through the unyielding reach of pure psychokinesis.

He was no longer the Hunter his rival knew, he was something entirely different: The One.

His two-toned eyes followed Sparga as he reached his peak, waiting patiently for the moment their forces would collide.

Sparga · Nov 7, 2025

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Within the center of the furnace of creation, the heartbeat of power drummed with the echoing reverberations of ascension in power. Here at the core of the source of light and life and warmth that provided the solar system with the necessary vitality to sustain life, a roar that made the whole universe tremble bellowed in its sustained howl - one whose depth defied reason and logic to the point that existence itself bent under the wake of such absolute strength. Sparga’s entire body was soaked and still soaking with such potent and intense ultraviolet radiation that every cell within his being was potent enough to equal him at the beginning of the battle. For an entire minute, he had absorbed such intense magnitudes of solar energy that now his power was beyond a threshold of comprehension that had never been breached before so that he could stand tall and true as the definitive Superman.
At this present level, concepts such as time, distance, and space were meaningless before the extent of his might and he truly was the Saiyan of Steel, solidifying his place as the Superman with the roar of his aura within the solar heart, his power and his presence a brilliant and shining beacon that could be sensed by all life across the 50 nonillion light years distance that composed the known universe. This calculation is based on the universe’s age of 15 billion years old and expands at 60 trillion light years per half-second. With this in mind, one must consider the magnitude of power that Sparga is exerting for the howl of his vibrancy and the exertion of his existence to be felt across all of existence. Within the sun’s core, his entire body was beyond a vibrant aurum gold hue, radiant and resplendent in its majesty as he achieved the height of his power. Here, not only did his power magnify, but accelerated his metabolism to heal and restore any injuries achieved throughout the course of his battle with Kado, rejuvenating him well beyond his original point of maximum efficiency and health. As he is now, Sparga is more than a Saiyan of Steel, more than a Superman - Rather, he became an anchor point for which existence itself locked itself into stability as he ascended well beyond a Super Saiyan and even further beyond anything any known Gods could achieve.

His strength brought his confidence to soar well and above beyond concerning himself with Kado’s transformation, heedless of his opponent’s own potential in their present state as a single thought crossed through Sparga’s mind;

“Right now, there’s not a single thing I can’t do.”
And as he reached the zenith of his accelerated growth in power to shatter his self-imposed limits and reveal the strength that he had carefully kept hidden away to lie in wait for a worthy occasion to reveal itself, his posture coiled into spring-loaded tension in preparation for the release. Every muscle that was bursting to the brink with an overload of solar energy was wound tight and ready to launch forward. Even in the sun’s core and the roar of the flame and burning gases, his muscles groaned under the weight and density that had taken hold of him, enhancing him and bringing him to bear at the utmost extent of his true strength, unbidden by restraint. Finally, Kado could sense the true power that Sparga had been keeping tucked away for all this time; a power that made all of existence itself rumble and shudder under the weight of his aura.

To make existence bend to your will with thought alone is impressive and potent - A god-like caliber. But compared to one who broke existence with his own? How would Kado’s new transformation endure against the true power that the Superman had kept hidden from him for all these years?

His body was leaned forward with his legs coiled toward his chest, ready to push off and begin this final clash. His right fist clenched tightly as it cocked back at his side, poised to deliver the final blow.

Sparga: “Dragon…”

And when Sparga took flight, it happened too fast.

The burst of speed he initiated when he instantaneously blinked forward with such potent velocities that made attoseconds seem quaint generated such intense pulling drag force that when his body propelled forward with such monstrous force, he pulled the sun inside out and in less time than it would take for the speed of light itself to appear frozen in time it dragged on so slow, the sun’s core imploded as it collapsed in on itself. The shockwave generated by Sparga’s sudden burst of speed would accelerate this implosion and with his momentum pulling the sun inside out at the same instance of his shockwave of speed, the implosion would trigger several effects all at once; Firstly, hydrogen fusion would stop instantly as gravity overwhelms thermal pressure to create a full and total collapse. In one 100th of an attosecond, the sun is dragged inward in on itself and pulled forward from the momentum generated by Sparga’s flight, and in doing so, all of its mass is compressed into a sphere smaller than its original Schwarzchild radius.

In doing so, an event horizon forms before being destroyed.

The implosion of the sun releases a discharge of heat and fury that scorches the solar system within it its immediate reach as the black hole formed from the sun’s implosion generates its all encompassing gravitational pull. But even the magnitude of a black hole pales in comparison to Sparga as he is right now, breaching through and spearing out of the heart of the event horizon so quickly that space itself bends against him so hard that it doesn’t just crease - it shatters like glass. Existence itself rumbles as though experiencing a quaking tremor and the endless black of the void of space actually begins to crumble like panes of a window being stricken by a hammer - or the fist of something that even Gods cannot challenge.

And even though his flight continues in a straight path towards his target, Sparga’s speed has now transcended to create the illusion of instantaneous materialization as though he was already there to begin with. Iron pumped in his veins as his clenched fist shot forward and even before he actually even approached within a 100 yard radius of Kado back down on Earth, the shockwave of force his punch generated was nothing short of cosmic in its scale.

Sparga: “FIIIIIIISSSSST!!!!”
Faster than an instant, in the second 100th of the attosecond, two things occurred simultaneously without delay.

The first is that the shockwave of Sparga’s punch didn’t just obliterate the black hole he created by charging forward, the combined forces of that punch and the speed at which he bent space so quickly it snapped against him caused the event horizon to shatter, utterly destroying the concepts of physics so thoroughly that the event horizon destabilizes and has no choice but to break. Because of the density of the Superman’s energy and body as it exceeds a momentum of velocity that even the black hole’s gravitational pull cannot impede, spaghettification inverts and reverses too quickly as spacetime cannot decide which direction to bend quickly enough before it outright snaps and the black hole becomes white. Matter and radiation that were once bound inward by gravity’s pull instead repel outward in a boundless expanding bubble, releasing waves of gamma-ray burst and gravitational wave storms, shattering and trampling over all matter in an instant, effectively triggering what in essence would be a second Big Bang.

The second detail that occurred is the release of all of Sparga’s energy in a single moment, every drop of power and solar energy that defined him as the Superman. The flare of power roared and exploded out, taking shape to represent the totality of Sparga’s strength, an expression of his warrior’s spirit as it extended out with its own furious bellow that made all of Heaven above and Hell below shudder and tremble. The whirl of energy released spread its wings out and soared high above, expanding out millions of light years in distance as if to envelope the big bang with its wingspan, fangs bared and golden scales shimmering against the radiation and light of the explosions produced as a majestic draconic entity far larger than sight can see.

Regardless of whatever Kado might do, the shockwaves of force didn’t just pummel and flatten existence, they pulverized reality to leave nothing left as Sparga’s fist soared toward its destination so that he might deliver this final blow to end his rivalry once and for all and leave nothing left so that when the dust might settle, the true strongest could be revealed.

Just like before, the world around the two fighters shattered like glass in a hurricane as the cosmic storm of titanic fury expanded out to instantly atomize and destroy all matter, space itself crumbling into obliteration so that creation itself would be a slate wiped clean under the magnitude of the Superman’s Super Dragon Fist strike. Light washed over Sparga under the intensity of such monstrous and massive energies bursting out in a strike more than potent enough to shatter reality itself, sundering time and space and matter against itself in a cataclysmic schism, leaving Kado to endure not just his Dragon Fist, but the shockwaves and heated radiation of an explosion that shatters reality itself before the blinding light might fade to reveal who might be left standing between himself and Sparga.

Kado · Nov 10, 2025

The instant Sparga tore forward, space shrieked. Suns folded, and reality quivered under the Kryptonian-Saiyan’s impossible acceleration. Yet through the chaos, Kado’s awareness didn’t just see, it became the field itself. Every photon, every atomic vibration, every gravitational quark that Sparga displaced painted itself across Kado’s mind like threads of sound in a grand, cosmic score. His pupils dilated until the crimson of his iris filled his vision; within it, stars spun backward. Kado inhaled, not air, but information. A trillion probabilities condensed into a single, absolute focus.

His psychokinetic field expanded beyond sight, mapping not only Sparga’s trajectory but the intent behind it — pieced together from every detail the opponent left open to perception. That intent burned brighter than the energy itself: unrestrained force and unwavering faith in invincibility. Around him, time bled thin. Gravity bent inward as his telekinetic lattice seized the fabric of reality itself. Space began to flow toward him rather than away. When Sparga’s blow descended, Kado didn’t block, it never reached him in the normal sense. His mind pierced the attack’s spine of causality, attempting to reverse the order of consequence and origin. For a fragment smaller than thought, Kado allowed the full weight of Sparga’s kinetic and solar output to enter the Still point... and then he released it.

A hollow boom rippled outward — soundless yet deafening. The light that should have devoured Kado folded backward, photons reversing polarity and chasing their parent energy home. The field inversion twisted Sparga’s strike into an implosive loop; every ounce of his might threatened to turn back upon its source. Kado’s silhouette flickered within the collapsing horizon, cloak tearing to psionic wind. His hand rose, fingers trembling from gravitational feedback as he guided the returning surge — shaping it, compressing it, sharpening it into a single invisible spear of kinetic collapse.

If the inversion held, Sparga would meet the recoil of his own supremacy, bones and aura broken by the reflected inertia, nerves screaming under telekinetic echo. Sparga's Battle suit would've been severely torn and ripped. The world around them flashed white, ground fracturing into floating shards before the energy guttered into silence. Kado lowered his hand slowly, steam curling from his skin. Where Sparga had once stood, the air warped — his body hurled backward by the backlash of his own force. The flare that had once promised to end worlds now crumbled into psychic dust absorbed, destabilized, and repurposed. Should the strike connect, Sparga would crash through the remnants of his own distorted solar energy, the feedback leaving him conscious but broken — body trembling beneath the weight of his own reflected power.

Sparga · Nov 11, 2025

Per Out of Character discussion with my opponent, we have agreed to conclude the match in a draw.

With utmost respect to my opponent, thank you for the sparring session and all the lessons that came with it. I hope that you also learned from it so that we can both continue to grow as writers.

Until the next one.

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