From the moment Noah Vale first crossed into this world, something fundamental had always been different about him.
Growth, for him, had never followed normal rules.
No ceilings.
No bottlenecks.
No limits.
If he took damage, his body adapted.
If he attacked, his strength improved.
If he thought, his mind sharpened.
Even doing nothing at all—just living, eating, existing—was enough for him to grow stronger over time.
And the more he grew…
The faster that growth became.
At first, the changes were small. Incremental. Measurable.
But eventually—
They accelerated.
What once took days began taking hours. Then minutes. Then seconds.
And now—
In this moment—
That acceleration had crossed into something else entirely.
On Jupiter—
Noah moved like a storm given form.
"Come on, Saitama!" he shouted, his voice carrying through the warped space around them.
His fist surged forward again—
But Saitama was faster.
A barrage of punches slammed into Noah from every direction.
"Serious Consecutive Punches."
The impact was immediate.
Violent.
Overwhelming.
Noah's body shattered under the force, breaking apart under the sheer density of Saitama's attacks.
And yet—
It didn't end there.
Within the same fraction of time—
His body reformed.
Stronger.
Denser.
More resilient than before.
The fight continued.
Noah reappeared beside Saitama, fists already moving, unleashing a counterattack that struck from all angles at once.
Each blow carried more power than the last.
His strength was climbing.
Rapidly.
0.0075 seconds remaining.
But it wasn't just his body.
His mind was changing too.
From the moment the fight began, Noah's thoughts had been racing—processing, calculating, adapting.
Every microsecond, countless possibilities formed and collapsed in his mind.
He analyzed trajectories.
Predicted movements.
Refined his reactions.
His perception sharpened.
His awareness deepened.
0.0072 seconds remaining.
Saitama's fist came again.
Simple.
Direct.
Absolute.
Noah caught it.
Barely.
For the first time since the fight began—
He stopped one.
His eyes lit up.
"I can see it now," he said, breath steady despite the chaos.
Saitama didn't respond.
He simply moved again.
Faster.
Stronger.
More.
"Serious Consecutive Punches."
Again.
And again.
And again.
Noah's body broke—
Reformed—
Improved—
Over and over, each cycle pushing him further.
0.0071 seconds remaining.
From the outside—
The battle was invisible.
Even with Child Emperor's advanced equipment, most of the spectators couldn't process what they were seeing.
To them, nothing had happened yet.
They were still waiting.
Still anticipating.
Still unaware that hundreds—no, thousands—of exchanges had already taken place.
Only two beings could truly follow it.
Blast.
And Boros.
Boros trembled with excitement.
"This… this is it…" he whispered, his voice unsteady.
The kind of battle he had spent his entire life searching for—
Was unfolding right in front of him.
Every movement.
Every clash.
Every escalation.
It was everything he had ever wanted.
If he died after this—
He wouldn't regret it.
Blast, on the other hand—
Wasn't smiling.
"…Something's wrong," he muttered.
His eyes strained, trying to keep up.
But even for him, the gap was growing.
"They're getting faster…"
Stronger.
More intense.
With every passing fraction of a second.
A realization hit him.
Sudden.
Unsettling.
If two entities kept accelerating like this—
Within a fixed slice of time—
What would happen?
It reminded him of an old paradox.
A runner chasing a slower opponent, always closing the gap—but never quite reaching them, because the distance could be divided infinitely.
Time, too, could be divided.
Smaller.
And smaller.
And smaller still.
For ordinary people, 0.01 seconds was nothing.
For them—
It might as well be endless.
Blast's expression darkened.
Because if their growth kept accelerating—
There were only two possible outcomes.
Either—
The universe would break first.
Or—
They would reach the smallest possible unit of time itself.
And keep going.
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