Ganos stood in the dense jungle of Universe 4, his sharp magenta eyes scanning the simulated opponents before him. The training arena Quitela had arranged was alive with holographic projections, each enemy designed to mimic the combat styles of fighters from other universes.

With a sudden burst of speed, Ganos darted forward, his taloned feet slicing through the air as he landed a powerful kick on one of the projections. The hologram shattered, reforming almost instantly. Ganos chuckled, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.

"Too predictable," he muttered, shifting his stance. His green skin glistened under the artificial sun, and his vest swayed as he launched into a series of rapid punches, each movement precise and calculated. It wasn’t enough to serve Quitela—he needed to prove he was indispensable.