When a God of Destruction Was Reincarnated in Tensura:

As the cheers from the crowd erupted, the Blumund fighters stood victorious in the center of the arena, their faces a mixture of exhaustion and sheer joy. Their unexpected win over the Eastern Empire had stunned everyone, and now, they basked in the glory of their victory.

Reactions from the Public and Country

In Blumund, the streets were flooded with citizens cheering and celebrating, waving flags with their emblem. The news spread quickly, and the whole kingdom was engulfed in euphoria.

Blumund Citizen 1 (shouting with joy): "We did it! Blumund is the greatest! No one can defeat us now!"

Blumund Citizen 2 (dancing in the streets): "The underdog won! We beat the Eastern Empire! This is history in the making!"

Fuze, the Guildmaster, could hardly believe it. His heart swelled with pride, but his exhaustion caught up with him. He collapsed into a nearby chair, his breath shallow, and before anyone could notice, he fainted from sheer relief and joy.

Fuze's teammate (concerned): "Fuze! Hey, don't overdo it... you deserve to rest, but you need to wake up and enjoy the victory too!"

The Blumund King, unable to contain his emotions, raised his hands triumphantly in the air, smiling widely as his people cheered for him.

Blumund King (beaming, voice filled with pride): "We have shown the world our strength—not just through our might, but through our wisdom and strategy! Today, Blumund is the pride of all the nations!"

The crowd erupted in an even louder cheer, chanting, "Blumund! Blumund!" The air was electric, and the kingdom was in full-blown celebration.

Beerus's Speech

After several minutes of celebration, Beerus stood up from his throne, his calm demeanor not betraying the pleasure he felt from the tournament's outcome. The arena quieted in anticipation as his voice echoed across the entire battlefield.

Beerus (smiling, his tone calm but powerful): "This tournament has been... quite entertaining. But it has also proven something far greater than just who can fight the hardest or strongest. You see, strength alone cannot win everything. Strategy, intelligence, and careful planning are just as crucial as brute force. You must study your enemy's every move, think two steps ahead, and be willing to act on that knowledge... out of the box."

He let his words sink in for a moment as the fighters and spectators listened intently.

Beerus (gesturing to the victorious Blumund team): "And Blumund, you have proven that today. Against all odds, you displayed not only strength but the perfect combination of tactical brilliance and teamwork. Today, you have earned the victory... and more than that, you have earned the right to make one wish. A wish, anything you desire."

Blumund's Wish

The Blumund King stepped forward, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. He had never anticipated this moment—the chance to make a wish that could change his country forever. He looked at his victorious fighters, who were still panting and grinning in disbelief, before turning his eyes back to Beerus.

Blumund King (with a deep bow, voice filled with gratitude): "Lord Beerus, thank you for this opportunity. We never imagined it would come to this, but we are humbled by the honor. We, the people of Blumund, request a wish that would forever protect our kingdom. We wish for a barrier, an impenetrable shield around our borders, one that would keep our land safe from any foreign threats, ensuring peace and prosperity for generations to come."

The Blumund fighters exchanged looks of relief and excitement, knowing that their kingdom would never again have to fear invasion or outside interference.

Blumund Fighter 1 (smiling, relieved): "No one will ever threaten our home again... we did it."

Beerus nodded approvingly, acknowledging their request.

Beerus (with a slight grin): "Your wish shall be granted. A shield of impenetrable power will surround your lands, ensuring your safety from all threats. Let it be a testament to your cleverness and strategy."

Punishments for the Losing Countries

The mood shifted slightly as Beerus's gaze turned toward the losing teams, whose faces showed a mixture of disappointment and fear. They knew this was coming. Punishment was inevitable for those who failed in the tournament.

Beerus (his tone stern): "As for the other kingdoms and their fighters, you have failed to prove your worth. You were outsmarted, outpaced, and outmanned. Though the rules of the tournament allowed for failure, I will not let this pass without consequences. It is a lesson—one you will all remember."

Eastern Empire

Eastern Empire's King (nervously shifting in his seat): "Lord Beerus... Please, we did our best. We—"

Beerus (cutting him off, his eyes narrowing): "You had the numbers, yet your pride blinded you. Your punishment will be that your military strength shall be reduced. All of your kingdom's greatest warriors and generals will lose a portion of their abilities. You will need to rebuild from scratch."

The Eastern Empire leaders exchanged fearful glances as their military strength was diminished by Beerus's decree.

Ingrassia

Ingrassia's Leader (looking down in defeat): "We fought well... but not well enough."

Beerus (coldly): "Your punishment will be the dissolution of your elite adventurers. All who participated will lose their ability to rank up and ascend to higher tiers of power. They will remain stuck at their current level of skill."

Ingrassia's representatives looked horrified as their most skilled fighters were forever trapped in their current forms, unable to improve further.

Other Countries' Punishments

As Beerus continued to pass down punishments, each kingdom took their share of the consequences.

Raja's punishment: "Your forces will now be scattered. Your most prized warriors will be sent to various other lands, and your kingdom's strength will be fractured."

Sarion's punishment: "You shall lose the ability to communicate with your closest allies. From this day forward, your kingdom's alliances will begin to crumble."

Ice Continent's punishment: "Your magical powers will be weakened. No longer shall you wield your icy dominion as before."

Other kingdoms, such as Falmouth, Lubelius, Dwargon, and Jistav, also faced similar consequences, with their greatest warriors losing their powers, and their once-thriving military might now reduced to mere shadows of their former selves.

The Public's Reaction to the Punishments

As the punishments were announced, the crowd grew silent, their excitement from Blumund's victory now replaced with somber realization. Blumund's success had come at the cost of humiliation for the other nations. The VIPs and Demon Lords watched intently, some nodding in approval, while others merely observed the fallout.

Guy Crimson (smiling sinisterly): "This is a perfect lesson. It's not just about power—it's about wisdom and patience."

Milim (laughing): "Hahaha! Eastern Empire really got slapped down! That's what happens when you're too proud!"

Final Words

As the event began to wind down, Beerus raised his hand for one final declaration.

Beerus (with a slight smirk): "To Blumund, you've shown the universe that strategy and teamwork can lead to victory. Your wish has been granted, and I look forward to seeing how you wield your newfound strength. As for the others... I hope this serves as a reminder that true power comes not just from strength, but from the mind. Let this be the final lesson of this tournament."

With that, the Blumund Kingdom celebrated its triumph as the new victors of the tournament, while the rest of the world looked on, knowing that the repercussions of their failure would be felt for years to come.

With a swift snap of Beerus's fingers, the Blumund Kingdom was encased in a towering, shimmering barrier, stretching high into the sky and deep into the earth, creating an impenetrable shield that encircled the entire kingdom. The barrier flickered briefly before solidifying, a glowing fortress that could withstand even the greatest forces in the world.

The Blumund King, eyes wide with amazement, stepped forward cautiously, the weight of the moment sinking in. He had asked for a shield to protect his kingdom, but this was more than he could have imagined. The sheer power of it left him speechless.

Beerus then extended his hand, and in it appeared a small key, glittering with an ethereal energy.

Beerus (smiling with a casual tone): "This key will allow you to control and modify the barrier however you see fit. You can adjust its size, its power, and even activate different levels of protection as you wish. But let it be known, the strongest in the world cannot destroy this barrier. Not even the mightiest of attacks will breach it."

The Blumund King took the key with both hands, bowing deeply to Beerus, his gratitude evident in his voice.

Blumund King (gratefully): "Thank you, Lord Beerus. This is more than we could have ever hoped for. With this, we can truly ensure the safety of our people for generations to come. You have my deepest gratitude."

As the Blumund King straightened up, his heart swelled with pride, knowing that no force could now threaten his kingdom.

Punishments Begin

Beerus snapped his fingers once more, his eyes gleaming with a cold, detached amusement. The energy rippled through the arena, and all the defeated teams could feel the impact of their loss.

Eastern Empire's fighters staggered, as if a heavy weight had been placed upon their shoulders. Their aura weakened, and the once vibrant magic that flowed within them dulled.

Eastern Empire's General (groaning as his strength faded): "What is this? Our power... it's... slipping away!"

Eastern Empire's King (gritting his teeth, horrified): "No... not this...! We failed..."

Ingrassia's elite adventurers, once mighty and proud, suddenly found their powers diminished, as if the very essence of their strength had been drained.

Ingrassia's Leader (stumbling): "What's happening to us? This... we can't—"

Beerus (voice booming from above): "You are now weaker, your most powerful warriors have lost a portion of their power. The consequences of failure."

As Beerus continued, the remaining kingdoms also felt their powers diminish. The once proud Raja, who had relied on their ferocity, now found their abilities fraying at the edges. The Ice Continent's magic grew colder, its potency waning as their most potent spells weakened.

Blumund's fighters, however, remained unaffected, their strength still brimming with the energy of victory.

Beerus's Final Words

After ensuring the punishments had taken full effect, Beerus stood up from his throne and addressed everyone once more, his voice carrying over the silence.

Beerus (his voice loud and commanding): "You have all learned your lessons. Power alone cannot ensure victory, and without strategy and foresight, even the mightiest can fall. For those who failed... your consequences will echo in your lands, and you will need time to rebuild."

He then gave a slightly amused smile, pausing for a moment before continuing.

Beerus (with a grin): "As for the next tournament, it will be held in five years' time. You will have time to prepare, learn, and improve your strategies. But, one thing is clear. Blumund will not participate next time, for they have earned their victory and will take their place as a kingdom of unparalleled strength and wisdom. They will stand as an example for all."

The Blumund King puffed his chest proudly, knowing that his kingdom would now have the time and opportunity to further secure their position as the strongest nation.

Reactions from the Crowd

The arena was filled with a tense silence as Beerus made his final pronouncements. Some of the VIPs were visibly pleased, while others appeared disappointed.

Guy Crimson (smiling darkly, speaking to Milim): "Interesting. It seems the prize is not only a show of strength, but a reward for cleverness. I never would have guessed Blumund would win."

Milim (grinning excitedly): "Hah! Blumund really did a great job! They outsmarted everyone! I'm excited for the next tournament already!"

In the stands, the Demon Lords, Kings, and Queens were all discussing the consequences and implications of the tournament's outcome. Many were already plotting how to rebuild their forces in preparation for the next five years.

Eastern Empire's Queen (whispering to her advisors, frustrated): "This is a setback... we must start over, and our enemies will be stronger next time. What will become of us?"

Ingrassia's Leader (sullen): "We cannot afford another loss like this. We must regain our strength. The punishment is harsh, but we'll rebuild... we must."

Blumund's Triumph and Preparation

Back in Blumund, however, the streets were alive with the sounds of celebration. People were singing, dancing, and clapping in the streets, thanking their warriors for their hard-fought victory. The Blumund King made a speech from his palace balcony, his voice ringing through the kingdom.

Blumund King (raising his voice to the heavens): "We have won, my people! Our strength, our strategy, and our unity have brought us victory! And with this barrier, we will never again be vulnerable! We will prosper, and all will look upon us with respect and fear!"

The citizens roared in response, their hearts full of pride.

Blumund Citizen (yelling in excitement): "We are safe! Our kingdom is invincible now! Long live Blumund!"

The Blumund fighters, though exhausted, were also celebrated as heroes, their names etched in history. Fuze, still passed out from exhaustion earlier, was now awake and surrounded by his comrades, all laughing and cheering as they enjoyed their hard-earned victory.

Fuze (groggily waking up, smiling): "Did we... did we win? Really? Haha, we did it!"

Blumund Fighter 1 (clapping him on the back): "Yeah, and you're a part of it, Fuze. We couldn't have done it without you!"

A New Era Begins

As the celebration in Blumund continued, Beerus watched from his throne, satisfied with the outcome. His fingers twitched again, and the Blumund barrier shimmered brighter, ensuring the kingdom's safety. He turned his gaze toward the defeated nations.

Beerus (with a knowing smile): "Let the next five years be a time of growth. But remember, this is not just about strength—it is about cleverness, strategy, and knowing when to strike."

The tournament may have ended, but the ripples of its outcome would be felt for years to come, as the kingdoms began to rebuild, regroup, and prepare for the next challenge.

The next tournament would be in five years, and the world would never forget the lessons learned in this battle.