Agony.
Something that should have been obvious and expected since I read a lot of fan fiction and webnovels where by awakening one’s strength brings pain as the body evolves.
This pain was not the sharp pain of broken bones—but something older.
Deeper.
I saw visions that were not mine:
Saiyans hunting gods.
Warriors tearing moons from orbit—not with ki blasts, but with their ape like hands.
My body changed subtly.
No golden hair.
No dramatic aura.
Instead— my ki grew heavy.
Predatory.
Animals fled from my presence.
My tail stiffened and thickened and darkened , no longer a weakness—but a conduit, feeding instinct directly into my spine.
This was not Super Saiyan.
This was something the manga never named.
I called it—
Primal Awakening: First Blood.