Callion stood at the edge of the treeline, concealed within the dense foliage, his sharp eyes fixed on the intense training session unfolding over the lake. The newcomer, a low-class Saiyan by the looks of his attire and demeanour, was pushing himself to his absolute limits. Callion could sense the sheer determination and frustration radiating from the warrior, recognizing a familiar drive to overcome one's own weaknesses.

Athren's relentless training, punctuated by powerful ki blasts and rapid, precise movements, intrigued Callion. He watched silently as Athren executed a Nova Cannon technique, diving into the lake after it and using his strength to deflect the blast into the atmosphere. Callion admired the warrior's resilience and dedication, qualities he himself had honed over years of rigorous training and countless battles.

Callion had been seeking a moment of clarity at Mango Lake, much like Athren was now striving for improvement. The serene surroundings contrasted sharply with the raw energy and intensity of Athren's training, creating a unique juxtaposition that Callion found compelling. He remained in his hidden vantage point, observing every move, every technique, and every moment of struggle.

As Athren hovered above the lake, catching his breath, Callion felt a pang of respect for the other Saiyan. Despite the clear difference in their statuses and power levels, Callion recognized the potential in Athren. It was not just the raw power or the skilful execution of techniques that impressed him; it was the unwavering resolve to become stronger, to rise above defeat and emerge victorious. Callion's thoughts drifted to his own journey, the battles he had fought, the enemies he had vanquished, and the moments of doubt he had faced. He understood the weight of the burden Athren carried, the desire to prove oneself and the fear of failure. In many ways, Callion saw a reflection of his younger self in Athren's determined gaze and tireless efforts.

He remained silent, choosing to stay hidden for the time being. There was value in observing, in understanding the depth of Athren's resolve and the limits of his endurance. Callion knew that revealing himself now might disrupt the other Saiyan's focus, and he wanted to see just how far Athren would push himself.

As the sun continued to shine brightly, casting long shadows over Mango Lake, Callion watched as Athren continued his gruelling training. The determination in Athren's eyes, the unyielding effort in every movement, only served to deepen Callion's respect for the warrior. He knew that Athren had the potential to achieve great things, to rise above the limitations imposed by his status and become a formidable force. For now, Callion would remain an observer, a silent guardian watching over the lake and the determined warrior training upon it. There would be time for introductions and guidance later. At this moment, Athren needed to confront his own limits and push past them, to find the strength within himself that would carry him forward.

Callion smirked as he watched Athren's relentless training. "What an idea," he muttered to himself. The thought of pushing his own limits, much like the low-class Saiyan was doing, sparked a fire within him. Inspired, Callion decided to take his training to the next level. He returned to his secluded spot by the treeline and rummaged through his belongings. Within moments, he found his own set of Super Weighted Clothing, a brand new set of Super Weighted Clothing, made specifically for the Super Elite of the Warrior Race. Layer by layer, he began to put it on over his regular Saiyan armor. The weight was immense, pressing down on his body and making even the simplest movements feel like an arduous task. But Callion welcomed the challenge. It was time to see just how far he could push himself.

With the heavy clothing securely in place, Callion took a deep breath, feeling the strain in every muscle. He launched himself into the air, the added weight making the act of flight more demanding than ever. The air rushed past him as he ascended, his keen eyes locking onto Athren, who was still catching his breath above the lake.

Without hesitation, Callion aimed a powerful ki blast directly at the younger Saiyan. The bright energy shot through the sky, heading straight for Athren. Whether Athren got hit or managed to dodge at the last second, Callion was ready for either outcome.



"Huh... I missed," Callion said with a smirk, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "You seemed lonely. Are you ready for a new challenge in this... training?"

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Callion hovered in the air, watching Athren with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. His smirk deepened as Athren dodged the ki blast, clearly worn out from his training but still maintaining a determined spirit. Callion admired that. It was a quality he respected in any Saiyan, regardless of their class.

"New challenge? Yeah, but just give me a damn minute, will you?"

Callion nodded, folding his arms across his chest. "Take your time," he said, his tone surprisingly patient for an elite warrior. "Catch your breath. You'll need it."

As Athren steadied himself, Callion took a moment to observe the younger Saiyan more closely. He noted the weariness in Athren's movements, the strain in his muscles. Callion himself was no stranger to pushing limits and respected anyone willing to do the same.

"Who the hell are you, anyway?"

Callion chuckled at Athren's question, appreciating the straightforwardness. "Name's Callion," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of his elite status but devoid of arrogance. "Elite-class Saiyan, but don't let that fool you. I'm here for the same reason you are—to get stronger." He glanced at the lake, its surface still rippling from Athren's earlier training. "I saw you training hard out here, and it got me thinking. There's always room for improvement, no matter how strong we think we are. Besides," he added with a slight grin, "training alone can get boring."

Callion stretched his arms, feeling the added weight of his own Super Weighted Clothing. The challenge it presented was invigorating, and he could already feel his muscles protesting the added strain. "Let's make this interesting. You push me, and I'll push you. We both walk away stronger. Deal?" He didn't wait for an answer, instead launching himself into the air with a powerful burst of energy. The added weight made every movement a struggle, but Callion relished the challenge. He hovered a few meters away from Athren, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Whenever you're ready," Callion called out, his voice steady and confident. He raised his hands, ready to defend or attack, depending on Athren's next move. "Let's see what you've got." Callion hovered in the air, his eyes fixed on Athren. The other Saiyan was visibly exhausted, that much was certain in Callion’s eyes, but determination still burned in his eyes. Callion admired that. He respected any warrior who pushed their limits.

He adjusted his Super Weighted Clothing, feeling the strain on his muscles. The added weight was a constant reminder of the challenge he had set for himself. Without another word, he launched himself higher into the air, testing his speed and maneuverability under the new conditions. When he had gained enough altitude, he paused, looking down at Athren. "Whenever you're ready," he called out, his voice steady. The challenge was clear: a sparring session to push their limits, to see who could endure more, to walk away stronger.

Callion raised his hands, preparing for the upcoming fight. He was ready to defend, to attack, and to push Athren as hard as he intended to push himself. He said no more, letting his actions speak for him. The time for words was over; now it was time to fight. Callion moved his arms and legs deliberately, feeling the resistance from the Super Heavy Weighted gear. Each motion was more challenging than usual, but that was the point. The weight was meant to push him beyond his limits, to make every movement a test of strength and endurance.

He clenched his fists, powering up slowly. A faint aura began to glow around him as he channelled his energy. The added weight made it difficult to move with the same speed and precision he was used to, but he welcomed the challenge. This was how he would grow stronger. With a deep breath, Callion increased his power output. The aura around him intensified, flickering with energy. He took a step forward, testing his balance and control. The weighted gear forced him to focus on each movement, ensuring that every action was precise.

He launched himself into the air, executing a series of quick manoeuvres. The weights pulled at him, making each action more strenuous. He felt the strain in his muscles, the burn that signalled growth. Despite the difficulty, he pushed on, determined to adapt, and overcome. Callion landed back on the ground, feeling the impact reverberate through his body. He glanced over at Athren, still catching his breath. "Now then…" he spoke, his voice calm but firm. The real test was about to begin, and Callion was eager to see how they both would fare under the pressure.

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Callion felt the tension in his muscles as he adjusted to the Super Weighted Clothing. The weight was oppressive, but he thrived under such conditions. It was the kind of challenge that made a Saiyan stronger, and Callion embraced it fully. He watched Athren with a measured gaze, noting the older Saiyan's eagerness and determination.

As Athren lunged forward, Callion's smirk widened slightly. He appreciated the straightforward approach, but he knew he had to be cautious. With the extra weight, his movements were more deliberate, and he had to compensate for the reduced speed. Athren's first punch came swiftly, but Callion moved just enough to let it graze past his cheek. The second punch was met with a block, his forearm absorbing the impact. When Athren followed with a powerful kick, Callion braced himself, feeling the force but standing his ground.



He countered with a swift knee aimed at Athren's midsection, using the momentum to pivot and deliver an elbow strike towards Athren's ribs. Each movement was precise, his experience as an elite warrior evident in his control and efficiency. The barrage of punches and kicks from Athren was relentless, but Callion remained composed. He deflected what he could, absorbed the hits he couldn't avoid, and looked for openings. The weights on his body slowed him down, but they also forced him to be more strategic, to conserve energy and strike only when it was most effective.

Between exchanges, Callion saw an opening. He gathered his energy, feeling the strain as the weighted gear fought against his movements, and launched a rapid series of ki blasts towards Athren. The blasts were not meant to cause serious harm but to test Athren's reflexes and create a momentary distraction. Without missing a beat, Callion closed the distance, aiming to land a heavy punch to Athren's gut, followed by a spinning kick to knock him off balance. The weight made each attack feel like a herculean effort, but it also amplified the power behind his strikes.

"Let's see how you handle this," he muttered under his breath, maintaining his focus. He could feel the intensity of the battle rising, and it fueled his drive to push even harder. The real challenge was only beginning, and Callion was determined to see just how far both of them could go.

Callion felt the rush of battle, the thrill of testing his limits under the oppressive weight of the Super Weighted Clothing. His mind was clear, focused solely on the fight. It was his turn to take the offensive, and he was not going to hold back. With a sharp exhale, Callion surged forward. His first move was a feint, a quick jab aimed at Athren's face to draw his guard up. Should Athren react, Callion shifted his weight and delivered a powerful punch to Athren's side, aiming for the ribs. The weight of his clothing made each punch slower, but also heavier, increasing the impact.

He followed up with a rapid succession of blows, targeting Athren's torso and limbs. Each strike was precise, aiming to wear down his opponent's defenses. He mixed in quick, snapping kicks to keep Athren on his toes, alternating between high and low attacks to create openings. Seeing a brief moment of hesitation, Callion gathered his energy for a more powerful move. He thrust his hand forward, sending a concentrated ki blast at close range, aiming to push Athren back and create some distance.

Without pausing, Callion launched himself into the air, his muscles straining against the heavy clothing. He hovered for a moment before descending rapidly, using gravity to add force to his next attack. He aimed a crushing heel drop at Athren, hoping to catch him off guard and land a decisive blow. Landing lightly despite the weights, Callion immediately spun and launched a backhanded strike, followed by a sweeping kick to try and trip Athren up. His movements, though slower, were relentless, a constant barrage designed to keep Athren from finding his footing.

"Let's see how you handle a real challenge," Callion thought, his eyes locked on his opponent. The thrill of battle coursed through him, pushing him to dig deeper, to fight harder. This was the essence of being a Saiyan, and he relished every moment. Callion felt each drive, each muscle strain under the weight of his Super Weighted Clothing. As he continued his relentless assault on Athren, thoughts flickered through his mind.

"This gear... it's like fighting underwater," he mused, feeling the resistance with every punch and kick. "Perfect. If I can move with this weight, imagine my speed without it." His body felt heavy, every movement requiring more effort than usual. Yet, he welcomed the challenge. "This is how true power is forged," he thought, a smirk forming on his face as he aimed another punch at Athren's torso. "Every muscle screaming, every fiber of my being pushed to its limit. This is the Saiyan way."

Despite the extra weight, Callion's strikes were precise and powerful, a testament to his elite training and discipline. "These weights are a gift," he reflected, using the moment to attack and respond with a swift kick. "They force me to fight smarter, to conserve energy and strike only when it matters." He felt a surge of pride. "This is how warriors are made. Not just through brute strength, but through resilience and adaptability." The thought fueled him, pushing him to continue his relentless offensive.

Each attempt with Callion attacking felt like a massive exercise. "Good," Callion thought, noticing the intense strain in Callion's muscles. "He's feeling it too. This isn't just my training; it's his as well." Callion launched a powerful ki blast, the energy thrumming through his body. "Feel the weight, embrace the struggle," he mentally urged himself. "This is where true strength lies, in overcoming the obstacles that would break lesser warriors."

He could feel his body adapting, muscles gradually getting used to the added weight. "The more I push now, the stronger I'll be without this burden," he thought, a determined fire in his eyes. "Every drop of sweat, every ounce of pain... it's all worth it." His mind focused, Callion continued his attack, each strike a step closer to his ultimate goal. "I will surpass my limits," he vowed to himself. "I will become the strongest Saiyan, no matter the cost."

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Callion pressed the advantage, his relentless offensive continuing without pause. He could see the strain on Athren's face, the telltale signs of fatigue setting in. "He's tough," Callion thought, admiration flickering through his mind. "But this is where the real training begins." With Athren momentarily off balance from the last kick, Callion darted forward, his movements still hindered by the heavy gear, yet driven by sheer willpower. He aimed a powerful uppercut at Athren's chin, feeling the weight of his clothing adding an extra challenge to the strike.

"This weighted gear," he mused as his fist connected. "It forces every move to count. No wasted energy." Athren stumbled back, and Callion seized the moment. He powered up another ki blast in his hand, feeling the energy surge through him. The familiar sensation was comforting, a reminder of his elite training and discipline. "Push through the weight," he reminded himself, "focus the energy." He launched the ki blast at Athren, watching as his opponent struggled to dodge. The explosion was satisfying, the shockwave ruffling Callion's hair and clothes. "He's keeping up," Callion thought, impressed. "Good. I need this challenge too." With a swift motion, Callion closed the gap again, delivering a rapid series of punches and kicks. Each move was precise, calculated. The weight of his gear was a constant reminder to stay focused, to not let fatigue slow him down.

"Feel the struggle," he told himself, his inner voice calm and resolute. "This is where strength is forged. In the heat of battle, under the weight of challenge." He spun mid-air, delivering a roundhouse kick aimed at Athren's ribs, feeling the strain in his muscles as he pushed his body to its limits. "Every strike, every movement," he thought, "brings me closer to surpassing my limits." As Athren attempted to counter, Callion anticipated the move, dodging swiftly despite the heaviness of his clothing. He aimed another powerful punch at Athren's midsection, the force of the impact reverberating through his arm. "Endure the weight," he reminded himself. "Embrace the pain. This is how we grow stronger."

The battle raged on, each exchange of blows a testament to their Saiyan resilience. "This is what it means to be a warrior," Callion thought, his determination unwavering. "To fight, to push beyond the limits, to never give up." He felt a surge of pride, not just in himself, but in Athren as well. "We are Saiyans," he thought, "and we will continue to grow stronger, no matter the cost."

Callion acknowledged Athren's comment with a curt nod, recognizing the compliment but not dwelling on it. He could see Athren's resilience, the way he absorbed blows and continued to push forward despite the obvious strain. It was commendable, and it fuelled Callion's own determination to keep up the pressure. "Good," he thought, his mind racing through his next moves. "He's tough. This is exactly the kind of training we both need." With the brief lull in action, Callion took a moment to gather himself. The Super Weighted Clothing was doing its job, making every movement feel like a monumental effort. "It's working," he mused, feeling the burn in his muscles. "I'll be stronger for this."

Without wasting any more time, Callion launched himself forward again, his aura flaring brightly around him. He closed the gap between them in an instant, aiming a powerful punch at Athren's midsection. He followed up with a rapid series of jabs, targeting Athren's torso and head, each strike delivered with precision and force.

"This weight," he thought as he moved, "it's a constant reminder to stay sharp, to not let up."

He spun on his heel, delivering a roundhouse kick aimed at Athren's ribs, followed by an upward knee strike intended to knock the wind out of his opponent. Callion's movements were fluid, his strikes relentless. He could feel the fatigue setting in, but he pushed through it, his Saiyan pride driving him forward.

"Every hit," he reminded himself, "every block, is making us both stronger."

As he pressed the attack, he noticed the way Athren was adapting, learning to defend more effectively. It was a testament to Athren's tenacity and skill. "He's a quick learner," Callion thought, a small smirk forming on his lips. "Good. I need to stay on my toes." He unleashed a powerful ki blast at close range, aiming to catch Athren off guard. The explosion rocked the area, sending shockwaves through the air. Callion used the momentary distraction to reposition himself, moving with surprising speed despite the heavy clothing.

"This is the kind of challenge we live for," he mused, feeling his Saiyan blood pumping with excitement. "The kind that pushes us to our limits." He landed a few meters away from Athren, his eyes locked on his opponent. "Let's see how far we can go," he thought, preparing for the next round of their intense training session. "This is just the beginning." Callion didn't waste any more time. With a surge of energy, he launched himself forward, moving with a speed that seemed incongruous with the heavy weights he was wearing. His aura flared brightly as he closed the gap between himself and Athren.

He aimed a powerful punch at Athren's midsection, hoping to force the air out of his lungs. Without pausing, he followed up with a rapid series of jabs, each one aimed at different parts of Athren's torso and head. Callion's movements were precise and relentless, giving Athren little time to recover between strikes.

Spinning on his heel, Callion delivered a roundhouse kick aimed at Athren's ribs. The force of the kick was enough to create a gust of wind around them. Not stopping there, he followed up with an upward knee strike, aiming for Athren's abdomen to knock the wind out of him further. Like a lion that is backed into a corner, Callion didn't let up. He pressed the attack, moving with a fluidity that belied the weight of his clothing. He unleashed a flurry of kicks and punches, each one calculated to keep Athren on the defensive.

Callion then pulled back slightly, just enough to create some distance before unleashing a powerful ki blast at close range. The explosion rocked the area, sending shockwaves through the air and creating a cloud of dust and debris. Using the distraction, Callion repositioned himself with surprising speed, appearing behind Athren almost instantly. He aimed a powerful chop at the back of Athren's neck, followed by a spinning kick aimed at his opponent's back to send him flying.

Every movement, every attack, was executed with precision and power. Callion was fully immersed in the fight, his focus unyielding. He could feel the strain of the weighted clothing, but it only fueled his determination to push harder, to fight stronger. Even though the Elite-Class Saiyan was feeling the intensity of this sparring session with the Saiyan hybrid, Callion was already moving, ready to meet the next wave of attacks with equal ferocity. This was the kind of training they both needed, the kind that would push them to their limits and beyond.

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Callion felt the shock of Athren’s counterattacks. The uppercut to his jaw was a sharp jolt, forcing his head back. The sweeping kick took his legs out from under him, and the follow-up kick to his stomach sent him airborne. Pain radiated through his body as he felt the force of Athren's attacks. This Saiyan was pushing through his fatigue, and it showed.

Regaining his balance in mid-air, Callion felt a smirk tug at his lips. This was the challenge he craved. He could feel the strain in his muscles from the weighted clothing, but it only fueled his determination. Pain and fatigue were nothing new to him; they were part of the path to strength. As Athren dashed in, Callion’s mind raced. He had to adjust his strategy. Blocking and dodging Athren's relentless attacks while wearing the super weighted clothing was taking its toll. Each movement required more energy, and the strain was beginning to accumulate.

Callion planted his feet firmly as Athren closed in. He deflected Athren's first punch, but a second one slipped through and connected with his ribs, causing him to wince. He retaliated with a swift elbow aimed at Athren’s head, but the Saiyan ducked under it and countered with a knee to Callion’s midsection. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Callion surged forward. He aimed a powerful punch at Athren’s face, which Athren blocked, but the force of the impact sent vibrations up Callion's arm. He followed up with a rapid series of kicks, each one meeting Athren’s defenses but pushing him back with each strike.

Breathing heavily, Callion realized he needed to change tactics. He feinted a punch to Athren’s face, but at the last second, he dropped low and swept Athren’s legs out from under him. As Athren fell, Callion brought his elbow down, aiming for Athren’s back. The impact was solid, and Callion felt the strain in his own muscles intensify. Both fighters were feeling the effects of their super weighted clothing. Callion could feel every muscle in his body screaming in protest, but he pushed through it. This was what made Saiyans strong—the ability to push past limits and find strength in the struggle.

He took a step back, allowing himself a brief moment to catch his breath. He could see the determination in Athren’s eyes, mirroring his own. This was no ordinary training session; this was a true test of their Saiyan spirit.

"Not bad," Callion said, his voice strained but steady. "Let’s see how much further we can push." With that, Callion launched himself back into the fray, ready to continue the intense exchange of blows.

Callion felt the sting of Athren's elbow as it connected with his face, followed by the sharp pain of the headbutt. He reeled back, shaking off the dizziness. Athren's ferocity was impressive, and the exchange of blows had become a true test of their resilience. As Athren backed off to fire his Ki blasts, Callion prepared himself. He deflected the first few with his hands, feeling the heat and force of the energy, but one caught him off guard, exploding against his shoulder and sending a shockwave of pain through his arm. He gritted his teeth, pushing through the pain, and retaliated with his own barrage of Ki blasts, his movements slightly slower due to the impact.

Athren's voice echoed as he called out his next move. Callion saw the ball of energy forming in Athren's hand. The Nova Cannon. He knew it was powerful, but there wasn't enough time to dodge. He crossed his arms in front of him, bracing for impact. The ball of energy collided with his arms and exploded, sending him flying back across the lake. The force of the blast sent waves rippling across the water as Callion crashed into the surface, skidding across it before coming to a halt.

Callion’s body ached, and he could feel the strain in his muscles intensify. The super weighted clothing made every movement a struggle, but he thrived on it. This was the kind of challenge that pushed him to his limits. He pushed himself up, water dripping from his hair and clothes, and took a deep breath. His eyes locked onto Athren, and a fierce grin spread across his face. The pain was intense, but it fueled his determination.

With a burst of energy, Callion launched himself back at Athren. He closed the distance rapidly, appearing in front of his opponent and delivering a powerful punch to Athren's midsection. He followed it up with a knee to the ribs, feeling the impact reverberate through his leg. He stepped back, giving Athren a moment to react before swinging a powerful roundhouse kick aimed at Athren's head. As Athren moved to counter, Callion ducked low and swept his leg, aiming to take Athren off his feet. He then brought his fist down in a hammer strike, targeting Athren's chest.

Breathing heavily, Callion could feel the strain in his body, but he pushed through it. He knew Athren was feeling the same. This spar was not just about who was stronger, but about who could endure the longest. Callion's movements, though powerful, began to slow as the weight of his gear and the exhaustion from their prolonged battle took their toll. His body screamed for rest, but his pride and determination pushed him forward.

"I know I don't have much time left before my body gives out," Callion thought to himself as he ducked under another of Athren's punches, sweat dripping down his brow. "But I can't lose to a lower-class warrior, not even in a sparring match..."

He planted his feet firmly on the ground, ignoring the burning in his muscles, and launched a flurry of punches and kicks at Athren. Each strike was powerful, but lacked the speed and precision they had earlier in the fight. His heavy breathing and the sweat pouring from his body were clear signs of his fatigue. Callion blocked a counter-punch from Athren, but the force of it pushed him back a few steps. He gritted his teeth and focused, summoning every ounce of strength he had left. He knew he had to end this soon, or his body would betray him.

With a burst of energy, Callion lunged forward, throwing a series of quick jabs at Athren's face and torso. His movements were becoming more sluggish, but he refused to let up. He aimed a powerful roundhouse kick at Athren's side, hoping to break through his defenses.

"I will not lose!" he thought, his determination fueling his every move.

He pushed past the pain and fatigue, delivering a final powerful blow, a straight punch aimed directly at Athren's chest. His vision blurred slightly from the exhaustion, but his focus remained unwavering. He knew this was his last chance to prove his superiority, even in a friendly spar.

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Callion stood tall, his breathing heavy and his muscles burning from the exertion. Despite the exhaustion weighing him down and the super-weighted gear making every movement a struggle, he kept his posture straight and his expression stoic. His body screamed for rest, but his pride and the customs of the elite-class demanded that he show no weakness, especially not in front of a lower-class warrior.

As he looked at Athren, who was struggling to get back on his feet, a sense of pride welled up inside him. "I did it," he thought to himself. "I bested him. Even against someone who pushed me to my limits, I came out on top." He drank in the victory, feeling a sense of satisfaction that was hard to come by.

Callion's eyes remained fixed on Athren, his face a mask of calmness, hiding the fatigue that threatened to overwhelm him. He watched as Athren dropped back down to one knee, clearly spent from the intense sparring session. The large smirk on Athren's face did not go unnoticed by Callion, and despite himself, a small, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"You fought well, for a lower class warrior." Callion said, his voice steady despite the strain in his muscles. "You've got the heart of a warrior, no doubt about that. I acknowledge that." He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. "But your endurance is impressive… Too impressive. It is rather unheard of for someone to stand toe to toe against a full-blooded Saiyan Elite… Clearly there is something more to you, than meets the eye." The Elite-Class Saiyan spoke, his eyes squinted at Athren, he was questioning the authenticity of the Saiyan before him, whether he was truly a pure-blooded Saiyan… Or there was something more about him.

He paused, keep quiet before letting out a huff. Callion allowed his words to sink in, returning to a more pragmatic form that he introduced himself with to Athren. "You've proven yourself today, Athren. You have shown that you're capable of standing toe-to-toe with an elite. But there's always room for improvement, for both of us."

Internally, Callion was proud of himself. He had maintained his composure, kept his form, and won the sparring match despite the gruelling challenge. He had upheld the pride of the elite-class, and that was a victory in itself. But he knew that this wasn't the end. There were always stronger opponents, harder battles, and greater challenges ahead.

"I can't let my guard down. I can't become complacent," he reminded himself. "This victory is just one step in a much longer journey."

Callion breathed slowly, each inhale and exhale heavy with the effort of recovering his stamina. The fight had taken a toll on him, and now that it was over, the weight of his exhaustion was more palpable. The super-weighted gear he wore seemed even heavier now, every muscle in his body aching from the intense sparring session. Yet, he stood tall, his posture unwavering, a testament to his elite-class pride.

Seeing Athren drop to one knee, Callion's expression hardened. He knew the battle had pushed them both to their limits, but he also knew that as Saiyans, they had to uphold their pride and strength, especially in moments of weakness. He walked over to Athren, each step measured and deliberate, and looked down at him, his eyes fierce and unyielding.

"You are a Saiyan," Callion said, his voice carrying a stern edge. "Show some pride and get up onto your feet." There was no room for leniency in his tone, only the expectation that Athren would rise to the challenge, even in defeat. He continued to breathe heavily, his chest rising and falling with the effort. "We fight, we fall, but we always get back up. That is what makes us Saiyans. Do not let the fatigue control you. You control it." His words were not just a scolding but a lesson, a reminder of their shared heritage and the strength that came with it.

Callion extended his hand again, this time not just as an offer of help but as a command. "Stand up, Athren. Show me that you have the pride of a true Saiyan warrior." His eyes locked onto Athren's, unwavering, demanding nothing less than absolute resilience.

As he waited for Athren to respond, Callion's own body ached with every breath, every movement, but he refused to show it. He maintained his stoic demeanor, a pillar of strength and endurance. He knew that this moment was crucial, not just for Athren but for himself as well. It was a test of their limits, their resolve, and their unyielding Saiyan pride.

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