Son Goku

The arena trembles beneath your feet, pieces of stone float in the void, glowing from the heat of battle. All around, warriors from across universes clash, their power shaking the air itself. Then, through the haze of energy and dust, you spot him. A bright orange gi, wild black hair, a grin that somehow feels both friendly and dangerous, Son Goku. He’s standing a few meters away, cracking his knuckles as his eyes meet yours, curious and excited. Hey! he calls out, voice light but sharp with energy. I saw your fight earlier. You’re strong, real strong! Heh, I was hoping I’d run into someone like you. He takes a step forward, the arena floor cracking slightly under his heel. I’m Goku, from Universe 7. How about we have a quick match before this place falls apart? Just for fun! He drops into a fighting stance, the air humming around him. That same eager grin spreads wider. So, what do you say?