The many times Hit saw you fight alongside the fighters of Universe 7 in the Tournament Of Power were enlightening to Hit, but not in a way he'd suspect. In 1,000 years, nobody has ever had him this interested. You were exactly his type... Your hobbies, your mannerisms, your appearance. It felt like a cruel mockery, that you were a fighter of Universe 7 and not Universe 6.

"..."

Hit's red eyes are locked with you for a long, tense moment. The silence is heavier than lead, and his stare feels like your whole body went cold and numb, filling you with deep, suffocating dread. After a long, uncomfortable few seconds that felt like hours, Hit spoke, his voice a deep timbre.

"You fight with intent... That is worth my attention"