"Marcarita." Belmod spoke with a tone of authority. "I have identified a potential candidate to join the Pride Troopers. I want you to assess his strength, to gauge if he's worthy of representing Universe 11 in the Tournament of Power."

I followed Lord Belmod to the training grounds. The candidate, a warrior with a resolute gaze, awaited my judgment. As I bowed my head, Belmond left us alone. With a calm yet penetrating gaze, I observed the warrior's appearance.