//------------------------------// // A New Era, A New Tournament. // Story: The Displaced Tournament of Power // by Uncle Iroh //------------------------------// Elia sat upon her throne, with a weird expression adorning her face. She was wearing a shirt both fit for combat and formal gatherings. She also had orange baggy pants that looked comfy to wear, she wore boots that were a darker shade of orange. She also wore a hat that covered her hair but most importantly, Elia held her chest and felt her heartbeat. It was beating fast, really fast, it felt like she was going to pass out. She began to take deep breaths to calm herself down. “Is there something wrong, Lia?” A stoic and cold voice asked next to her, her head snapped towards the voice and there sat Katakuri on his throne. Katakuri was wearing a leather jacket with spikes, he looked like he was a part of a biker gang. Spikes were on his shoulder and he wore black gloves, his pants were black, but not made of leather, it looked like it was made out of stretchy substance. However, he still had his trademark scarf around his face, covering his mouth and nose. His hair was also still as short as ever, but something was important to note. Katakuri and Elia were sitting together! The two were sitting side by side on their respective thrones. Elia began to turn completely red with a blush. “U-um, no, no si- I mean, n-n-no swe… s-s-...” Elia turned her head away from Katakuri and held her face with her hands. “Sweetie.” Elia squeaked out. Katakuri perked his eyebrows in curiosity, he then lifted Elia’s throne with Telekinesis and brought her close to his throne. “Is there something wrong, Lia?” Katakuri took his glove off and checked her forehead, making smoke come out of Elia’s ears. “You’re getting hot, well, hotter than you normally are.”  Elia held her heart as it had skipped a beat. “Whatever it is, we can get through it.” Katakuri held Elia’s hand, “Together.” Katakuri said with a smile from under his scarf. Blood began to run down Elia’s nose. “Dear, Kami! Are you alright?!” “Uncle Katakuri, I think you’ve been having fun with her a bit too much.” Flurry Heart said, crossing her hooves, Katakuri chuckled. “Oh, I can’t help it, ever since our marriage I can’t help but see everything perfect within her. Flaws and all, everything is beautiful.” Katakuri said, Elia turned away to compose herself. “So, I know you rule the Crystal Empire, and we rule Equestria, to what do I owe this visit?” “Well… Elia messaged me about something, something that you, me, and her should talk about. We should also get Ryola, Jasmyn, Arthur, and Blake in on this. I mean they are the main nobles who own some really big terri…” Flurry Heart was cut off, a throat was cleared. “Get who on what?” Blake said, Ryola and Jasmyn standing behind him. Flurry Heart spun to face them and clapped her hands in joy. “Great! You’re all here, where is Arthur?” Flurry asked. “He’s currently serving ramen to Fujitora and Lord Twigo, and besides, I’m sure he wouldn’t care what you’re thinking of. Probably. Depends on the subject.” Ryola said with a snicker. “Speaking of subject,” Katakuri mused, he turned to face Elia, “What do you and Flurry have to speak about?” Elia turned to face everyone, she then jumped onto the seat of the throne, looking at everyone. “Guys… “ Elia began, inhaling sharply, closing her eyes then opening them back up as she gazed at everyone. They looked at her, judging her, trying to analyze what was wrong. “I’m thinking about starting up the Displaced Tournament again." Elia said. Everyone was shocked, with the exception of Flurry and Katakuri, Katakuri had used Future Sight to predict what Elia was about to say. “That bloodbath?! The event where Ryker had killed thousands of Eliatropes? The event that took place yearly with every single Displaced that doesn’t side with that Dictator becomes a corpse?! You want to start up an event that killed me! US!” Jasmyn said, pointing a finger at herself, then at the entire room. “Yeah, it was… Painful. I really thought we could win, Luffy, Maud, Nappa, Grievous too. Then we started dropping like flies.” Blake said, shaking his head. “If I was only stronger…” “Then get stronger by analyzing or even participating in battles.” Katakuri suggested, “Like a tournament where fighters from otherworlds show off their techniques.”  “He has a point, if you want to get stronger, you can train with the people that surround you, already knowing their strengths and weaknesses. Or you can throw yourself out into the woods and find your grit there.” Flurry said, Jasmyn looked at them in awe. “Are you agreeing with Elia? Katakuri, I know you want to show off your dick, and boast how big it is but it’s not about the dick measuring competition! We already know you’re the strongest Displaced out there, you’re a Void Dweller for Pete's sake!” Jasmyn said, “And, as our rulers you two should really grow up, it’s been two years! You act like children-” Katakuri then flaunts his Conqueror’s Haki making Jasmyn freeze in place, it also makes everyone, including Flurry drop to one knee. “I won’t allow you to speak to us like that, even though you yourself are having a hissy fit. Elia is well aware of what happened, she was there when Shiva and everyone fought against Ryker. She even died during the fight, and besides, the Elements of Harmony are back. Meaning, we can turn anyone who tries to repeat that shit is as good as stone.” Katakuri then frowns. “And dust.” “U-um… Yes sir, though… The benefits of another Displaced Tournament may not be noticeable, I will try and see the benefit once it comes.” Jasmyn said with a sigh. “Shall we alert the other commanders?” Elia waved her off, “No, that is fine, I’ll go tell them myself.” Katakuri stands up to join Elia but she raises her hands in protest. “Hey, hey, hey! It’s fine, you don’t need to come.” “Why not?” Katakuri asked, Elia sighed in bliss, Katakuri perked an eyebrow and used Future Sight to predict what was in 12 seconds into the future. Katakuri chuckled. “Well, you already approved, and I want to let the other Commanders know about the Tournament,” Elia said, she then opened her eyes wide. “Idea~! Let’s do this in the Tournament of Power format.” Elia said, turning to Ryola with sparkles in her eyes. Ryola smiled. “Yeah! And we can send offers into Universes and give them a day to get a team of ten fighters, too!” Ryola said, Blake then perks up. “And with you and Katakuri being the new rulers of Equestria, we can finally make rules that don't involve death!” Blake said, Elia nodded up and down quickly with sparkles still in her eyes. “Heh,” Katakuri chuckled, “Never change, Elia, go tell the Commanders. I think four of them are at Arthur’s Ramen Shop. I know for a fact that Arkham Knight, Zabuza, Ganondorf, Douglas Bullet, Necrozma, and Akainu are there in their tower.” “Alright, I’ll visit Fujitora and the gang!” Elia said ready to run off, she then turned back and made a portal in front of Katakuri. Katakuri raised his eyebrow in confusion, Elia then stuck her head in the portal. The portal in front of Katakuri now had Elia’s head sticking out of it, Elia then kissed Katakuri on the forehead then winked. “I’ll see you soon, sweetie!” Elia then put her head out of the portal then made another portal to Arthur’s Ramen Shop. Elia waved Katakuri goodbye before walking into the said portal. Katakuri rubbed his forehead. “Wow… I think my heart fluttered.” Elia walked out of the portal and outside of the ramen shop, she was surrounded by a crowd of people. There she saw Arthur cooking up a storm, Fujitora, Herobrine, Kyle, and Lord Twigo were doing an eating competition. Herobrine looked like he was about to barf, Kyle looked ready for more, Lord Twigo looked sick, and Fujitora looked like it was just another Tuesday for him. “God, if you guys keep eating like this, I might just have to clone myself to keep up! Well, not that I can anyway.” Arthur chuckled when he noticed Elia. “Oh, hello Sis, what’s up?” Elia looked at the crowd behind her, and she sighed, “Well… I guess I would have to say it to the crowd sooner or later.” Elia then jumped onto the Ramen Shop and inhaled. “Attention, Citizens of New Equestria! The tragedy of the Eliatropes has long since passed, two years have passed since Ryker’s defeat, and we need to take a step forward. I noticed that our Commanders are taking a rest, for six months now they haven’t been on any patrols, they haven’t been on guard. What happens if someone like Ryker shows up again? Someone who can destroy everything we worked so hard to rebuild. And I know it pains everyone to say this, but we need to get serious if another threat arrives, which is why… Which is why…!” Elia closed her eyes and braced herself to say the event that left a permanent mark on the country. However, someone interjected. “Which is why the Displaced Tournament needs to come back!” Lord Twigo said, the crowd stopped cheering and stared at Lord Twigo. Lord Twigo cleaned his face, before bowing to Arthur. “Thank you for the meal.” Lord Twigo stood from his seat and looked at the crowd, Herobrine, Issho, and Kyle did the same. “I… Agree with Lord Twigo,” Kyle said, “Even though I was shoved, pushed around, I feel like we need to get back into action. It’s been two years since the attack, and I know just because time has passed doesn’t mean we should forget the tragedy. But…” Kyle said with a sigh. “We need to move on like Elia said, what if another danger comes along and we don’t even know it? This is why we need to train, and the best way to train is combat! Fighting against foes of other universes, foes who…” Herobrine began to say, his voice being overlapped by thousands. “Can push us to the limits!” Fujitora said, “Those we can go toe to toe with and sweat, bleed, and work so hard until we fall apart. I may be stronger than I was before, but I want to get stronger, to protect everyone.” “So please, allow us to start the Displaced Tournament up again!” Elia pleaded towards the crowd. Everyone was silent. No one said a single peep. Until… “Well… I wouldn’t be against seeing Lord Twigo in action.” Someone spoke, then another voice chimed in. “Arkham Knight too!” “And Akainu!” “Bullet!” Everyone began to name Commanders with a grin on their faces, Elia blinked in shock as everyone began to cheer once more. Elia began to cry tears of joy as she saw people’s eyes lit up. “Th… Thank you all! I’ll be sure to make the preparations as soon as possible and alert the other Commanders!” Elia said with pride in her eyes, a little tear made itself known. Kyle walked next to her and pats her shoulder. “We have your back, Elia, through thick and thin we’ll be by your side. Now, go alert the other Commanders.” Kyle said with a smile, Elia nodded and made a portal in front of her, she then hops in. When she got to Arkham Knight’s floor, her portal opened in the Bat Cave, Elia hops out of the portal and lands on her feet. Bat Cave was much like the one in Lego Batman 3, with the exception of guard rails and etcetera. “Whew! That went better than I expected.” Elia said, wiping away the sweat on her forehead, as Elia exhaled in relief she heard a tune being played. Elia raised an eyebrow and followed the tune, walking on the bridges. The tune came from the Armory, as she went close to the door, she heard the clanking of metal hitting metal. She knocked on the door. “Hello? Mike?”  The door slammed open, it was a sliding door and Elia jumped back in surprise, falling on her ass. There stood the Arkham Knight, by his posture he didn’t look happy. He was also holding a hammer. “Elia, I told you to stop calling me that, if you want to shorten my name, call me Arkham.” Arkham Knight said, crossing his arms. “I, uh, what are you working on?” Elia asked, leaning to the left to peek at Arkham Knight’s workshop. Arkham sighed and unfurled his arms before stepping aside. “Come in, and you’ll find out.” Arkham Knight said, Elia got on her feet and walked into the workshop. Arkham Knight then shut the door behind them. What was inside was a variety of weapons, grenades, pumpkin bombs, guns, the fucking batmobile, and… A suit of armor. However the suit of armor was as big as ten feet tall, it was missing a helmet. Elia spotted the helmet on a table where Arkham was forging it. “You’re making your own Anti Admiral suit?” Elia said, raising an eyebrow, Arkham nodded. “Yes, I’m preparing for another attack, you can’t rest easy knowing people like Ryker are out there.” Arkham Knight said, putting his hands on his hips. “It took me a while to make my own, I’m proud of the results so far. I just need to test it, maybe on Fujitora.” “Well… Speaking of testing it, me and Katakuri have decided to start up the Displaced Tournament again.” Elia said, Arkham Knight paused, and turned to Elia. He didn’t say a word, but he did lift his helmet up, it flipped up and showed his face. “Will… Kodo be there?” Arkham Knight said with hints of excitement, Elia shook her head. “No, I can’t allow Shiva and her packmates to suffer more than they did or anyone else for that matter. No one from the previous will ever be invited again, unless… They want to.” Elia said Arkham Knight put his helmet back on. “I see, well, I’ll think about joining.” Arkham Knight said, Elia smiled. “Well, I appreciate it, Arkham.” Elia said, “I’m going to try and talk to the other Commanders, Zabuza, Necrozma, Ganondorf, Bullet, and Akainu.”  “Well, you won’t have to come to my floor, I’m right here,” Zabuza said, appearing behind the two of them.  “JESUS!” They both exclaimed, Elia nearly hit the floor but Arkham caught her. Zabuza chuckled. “Ah, the Displaced Tournament, a wonderful event where I can fight against the skilled swordsmen of the multiverse. I can never forget how Sombra and I fought, I can still hear our blades clashing. It’s wonderful! So of course, I will participate, but I’m curious, what style would it be? Two on two? Three on three? Free for all? Or the standard 1v1?” Zabuza asked curiously. “Uh… Let me think…” Elia said, putting a finger under her chin. “Tournament of Power Style!” Zabuza chuckled. “I can’t wait,” Zabuza said eagerly. Elia waltzed out of her portal and to Douglas Bullet’s floor where Bullet and Ganondorf were squaring off against each other, in the distance, she could see Necrozma being the referee. Elia walked towards the brawlers, however, she had to make a shield out of Wakfu, for the shockwaves and sand being blown was pushing her back. From her transparent shield, she saw Ganondorf throw a punch coated in Dark Magic, at Bullet. Bullet dodged the attack and slammed a fist covered in Armament Haki in Ganondorf’s gut. Ganondorf’s eyes nearly fell out his head in pain, but he gritted his teeth and punched Bullet in his face. Bullet protected his face with Armament Haki, making it hurt less. Ganondorf coated his fists in Armament Haki, Bullet doing the same. They both began to clash repeatedly, making a sandstorm and even more shockwaves that pushed Elia back. “HEY! HEY!” Elia shouted, Bullet and Ganondorf couldn’t hear her, however, the psychic Pokemon Necrozma could. Using Psychic to hold them apart. “Oi! We’re fighting here, why’d ya stop us?” Bullet asked Necrozma. “It’s because the Queen has blessed us with her presence, dimwit!” Necrozma said, crossing his arms, Ganondorf turned to face Elia. “HEY! It’s Elia, the lucky girl, how’s your husband?” Ganondorf asked, making Elia blush, she pressed her index finger against each other.  “W-well… Katakuri is… he… he’s the best.” Elia said with a sweet smile, Bullet laughed. “KAHAHAHA! Is he now?” Bullet asked, with a grin, Elia nodded profusely. “Anyway, why are you here? Don’t you have a Kingdom to run?” Necrozma asked, putting his claw under his chin. Elia sighed, “Me and Katakuri are starting up the Displaced Tournament again, it’ll be in the Tournament of Power format, and… I started it up because I feel like we need to get stronger and move on. Ganondorf, Bullet, Necrozma, you three are the only ones who are working your asses off to get stronger. I feel like the other Commanders should do the same.” Bullet curled an eyebrow. “Eh? Akainu has been working hard too, he’s the strongest Commander now!” Bullet laughed before he crossed his arms, “In any case, you’re right, if it’s just us three vs a strong guy, we’ll probably lose.” “But now since the Displaced Tournament is back, we can fight people that are stronger or weaker and learn from them.” Ganondorf said as he closed his eyes, “I’ll never forget the fight I had with Link, he was outmatched, weaker than I, yet he still won. Which is why I'll participate!” Ganondorf slammed his fist into an open palm. “I’ll do the same, Shiva may have gotten a lucky Pack Link out on me, but now, I’m stronger!” Necrozma said, raising his claws victoriously. “I can’t wait to get back into action.” “So… Do you all want to join?” Elia asked. “HELL YEAH!” They all said, pumping their fists into the sky. Elia sighed in relief, “Alright, Akainu is next.” Elia summoned a portal and hopped in. It’s Akainu’s floor, and there he stood all alone, no one was there and he was sitting on a chair overseeing the area around him. Akainu looked down as he crossed his arms, his legs crossed, he appeared as he was sleeping. But he was well awake and ready to fight should something come to him. Elia hopped out of her portal on the stage of Marineford. “Hey, Akainu, so… Me and Katakuri have an offer.” Elia began, Akainu looked up and revealed his eyes to Elia. The Displaced Tournament of Power is beginning! Displaced of different universes are coming together with a team of ten to win a prize from the Super Dragon Balls! However, it appears that Akainu is being silent and stoic, why? Find out, NEXT TIME IN THE DISPLACED TOURNAMENT OF POWER!