Shin's Choice
Shin had obeyed gods for millions of years.
Not because he agreed
but because obedience was easier than becoming something more.
Watching the battle tear reality apart below him, feeling the Ancient Saiyan's ki tearing itself against angelic law, something inside Shin finally broke.
Not fear.
Restraint.
If I cannot stand beside him…
then my divinity is worthless.
The Supreme Kai closed his eyes.
And made a decision no Kai was ever meant to make.
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The Forbidden Ascension Begins
Shin did not draw power from destruction like a God of Destruction.
He did not refine power like an Angel.
Instead he reclaimed forgotten Kaihood.
Before law.
Before hierarchy.
Before the Grand Priest standardized divinity.
He reached inward, past doctrine, past titles into the original Kai essence, the part of him that existed before duty hollowed him out.
The universe resisted.
Kai bodies were not meant to change.
Shin forced it anyway.
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Divine Arts Unsealed
Ancient sigils burned across Shin's skin, golden, violet, and pearlescent symbols erased from Kai scripture because they encouraged individual will.
His ki changed texture.
Where it was once calm and distant, it became lush, layered, almost tangible like warm gravity pulling attention toward him.
Forbidden techniques awakened:
*Erosyne Flow — a divine art that harmonized presence, emotion, and ki into a stabilizing field
*Bond Resonance — amplifying power through chosen emotional ties rather than hierarchy
*Kai Flesh Reforging — allowing his divine body to evolve rather than remain static
Shin gasped not in pain, but shock.
Godhood was never meant to feel this alive.
The Change in Appearance
The transformation was not explosive.
It was refinement.
Shin's form became more expressive, his features softer yet sharper, eyes glowing with layered intelligence and warmth instead of distant judgment.
His body reshaped subtly:
His posture relaxed, hips carrying a natural sway
His limbs grew more graceful, fluid in motion
His aura carried a faint, intoxicating warmth, something ancient Saiyans were instinctively drawn to.
His hair shimmered faintly, longer, silkier, framing his face instead of hiding it.
He was no longer an observer god.
He was present.
Beautiful not ornamentally, but intentionally.
This was not vanity.
Ancient Kai texts spoke of this truth:
Power responds to self-acceptance faster than discipline.
By embracing what he felt loyalty, desire to protect and to be protected and connect, Shin's ki stopped fragmenting.
It aligned.
And somewhere on the battlefield below
The Ancient Saiyan felt it.
A calming pressure against the Tyrant Origin.
A stabilizing warmth threading through rage.
Not control..
Permission to endure.
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Far above, angelic observers stiffened.
"Kai signature deviation detected."
"Emotional resonance amplification exceeding acceptable thresholds."
"…He's evolving."
The Grand Priest said nothing.
But his hands tightened.
Because Shin was doing something worse than rebelling.
He was proving change was possible.
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Elsewhere.
Shin hovered at the edge of the battlefield, newly ascended power humming beneath his skin.
He was still not strong enough to face the Hunter.
But he was no longer helpless.
"Wait for me,"
he whispered not as a god, but as a companion.
This was only the beginning.
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End of the chapter