Faye Faces Taru's Aura
Faye had been training for days, learning to anticipate Taru's strength, balance his own ki, and adapt to the overwhelming gravitational pull of his presence.
Now, it was time to test himself. Shin watched nearby, calm, composed, but with a glint of amusement in his eyes.
Taru's aura flared unpredictable, hot, heavy, primal. Every step he took made the floor vibrate, every breath seemed to compress the air around Faye.
> "Show me what you've learned," Shin encouraged.
"Remember your training. Keep your focus."
Faye steeled himself, summoning every ounce of discipline. His hands shook slightly as he tried to move against the tide of Taru's overwhelming energy.
The pressure wasn't just physical, it was psychic, instinctual, unrelenting.
And Faye felt it, the pull, the magnetic weight of Taru's raw, godlike dominance.
Memories flashed: his first moments of being exposed to Taru's presence, the feeling of being overwhelmed yet being alive.
Shin's sly, knowing smirk came to mind, reminding him of how tightly controlled everything had always been, yet how exciting it felt.
Faye's body trembled, his focus faltered… and he realized just how far he had come.
Shin didn't step in. He allowed Faye to navigate the tension himself, watching, correcting, and guiding subtly.
A hand lightly resting on the edge of a stone to steady Faye's posture
A whispered tip on how to breathe against overpowering ki
A glance that reminded him who was in control and who was observing
The result was transformative. Faye's confidence rose, his instincts sharpened, and his body, mentally and physically... began learning to handle pressures he once would have crumbled under.
Shin allowed a faint, private smile. Faye was learning, growing, under pressure… and Shin was quietly enjoying the process.
Later, Faye fell asleep atop Taru's chest, exhausted but safe. Shin watched from a few feet away, observing the rise and fall of Faye's soft, flushed form.
Faye had begun to embrace his adventurous side, testing his limits.
Shin remained patient, reserved, but intensely focused, knowing his guidance was shaping more than just physical ability, it was shaping identity, trust, and resilience.
Shin's thoughts lingered on the juxtaposition: Faye's youthful openness, Taru's primal dominance, and his own steady, calculating patience. He allowed himself to savor it quietly, knowing it was all part of the training… and part of the bond forming between the three of them.
High above, Angels intensified their monitoring of this rogue trio. The Grand Priest gave permission for enhanced methods:
Reality-scanning probes across timelines
Angelic observers specializing in emotion and relational resonance
Predictive modeling for the consequences of such unusual bonds
The results shocked them. A Supreme Kai guiding a young Kai while coexisting with a non-governable Ancient Saiyan was destabilizing divine hierarchies.
> "The bond… it's not just energy—it's choice," one Angel whispered.
"We were not prepared for this. This violates all precedent."
Factions argued. Some called for containment. Others hesitated, curious and nervous.
Back to the hidden realm
Despite Shin's careful guidance, Faye sometimes wandered too close to Taru during moments of intense aura fluctuation.
The aura alone was overwhelming. The pressure, the heat, the unspoken dominance, it tested Faye's focus and endurance.
Shin intervened when possible, pulling Faye away to safety, or shielding him with ki, but even in moments of supervision, Faye's adventurous nature pushed boundaries.
The result was clear: Faye was learning at a dangerous pace. The intensity, the implied power, the primal dominance of Taru, all of it left him shaken, awed, and aware of how far he had yet to go.
Faye's progress came quietly at first.
Where once Taru's presence had forced him to his knees, now Faye could stand not comfortably, not easily, but steadily.
Shin watched every session with a sharp, guiding eye, correcting posture, breath, and focus with small, precise adjustments.
> "You don't resist his aura," Shin instructed softly.
"You let it pass through you. Like standing in a storm instead of fighting the wind."
Faye followed that advice religiously. He learned to anchor himself to Shin's calm ki while letting Taru's oppressive gravity roll over him. Sweat soaked his clothes. His hands trembled but he didn't falter.
Each day, Taru pushed just a little harder.
Each day, Faye lasted longer.
And each day, Taru noticed.
Training changed when Taru stepped closer.
Combat drills became presence drills. Taru would circle slowly, aura pulsing in heavy waves, forcing Faye to react without being touched. Every step Taru took felt deliberate, measured and predatory.
Faye learned quickly that Taru's dominance wasn't loud.
It was inevitable.
The air thickened when Taru stopped directly in front of him. Faye's heart pounded, instincts screaming to retreat, but he held his ground, eyes locked forward.
Shin stood just behind Faye, one hand lightly on his shoulder.
> "Good," Shin murmured. "Stay."
That single word anchored Faye through the crushing pressure. Taru's gaze lingered—assessing, approving, testing restraint. The tension between them crackled, unspoken but unmistakable.
When Taru finally stepped back, the release was dizzying.
Faye didn't collapse.
He exhaled and smiled.
Over time, an unspoken rhythm formed.
Taru pushed limits through presence alone, combat feints, sudden surges of aura, silent pressure that demanded submission or mastery.
Shin moderated, intervening only when necessary, shaping Faye's growth with patience and precision.
Faye adapted, learning when to lean into the pressure, when to ground himself, and when to seek Shin's stabilizing ki.
The intimacy of training deepened. Shin's guidance became closer, hands correcting stances, fingers lingering just long enough to steady racing nerves.
Taru's attention grew sharper, more focused, as if measuring how much Faye could endure before breaking—and how much he could become instead.
Nothing needed to be said.
Everything was felt.
Angels Move Against the Bond
Far beyond their hidden space, Angels attempted intervention.
Subtle manipulations failed first, environmental distortions, timeline pressure, fluctuations in divine surveillance. The triad adapted instinctively, Shin shielding them from detection while Taru's presence warped predictive models.
More direct attempts followed.
Observers reported anomalies:
Faye's ki adapting unnaturally fast under dual influence
Shin's guidance creating resonant feedback between mortal and divine
Taru's dominance stabilizing rather than destabilizing those bound to him
> "This shouldn't be possible," one Angel muttered.
"They're not weakening each other. They're synchronizing."
Debate fractured into factions.
Some Angels argued for immediate containment. Others hesitated, disturbed by how effective the bond had become.
The Grand Priest remained silent but watched closely.