Kittysamma: Welcome mortals. The Multiversal Tournament is about to begin, and I have chosen you three. Because I think you three would be an interesting group.
Rudeus: Why... why is the ground so... aggressively comfortable?
Kittysamma: Mortals. Always so dramatic about gravity.
Piccolo: Multiversal Tournament? Sounds like another one of those cosmic games where people die for entertainment.
Kittysamma: Oh, death is entirely optional now. I got bored of watching mortals expire.
Near: The probability of this being a trap approaches 97.3%. The remaining 2.7% interests me.
Kittysamma: One wish, with a few common-sense stipulations, if you win. And to make it fun, even I won't know what you'll wish for until you ask.
Rudeus: One wish? Could I... could I fix my past life's mistakes?
Kittysamma: Oh, this team selection might actually be entertaining.
Near: The detective who solved the Kira case. A green martial artist who can fly. And a cosplayer? No, a wizard from a fantasy world. Strange team choice.
Piccolo: Fine, I will join your team, feline. But I'm not wearing any ridiculous team uniform.
Kittysamma: Oh, about that...
Rudeus: I... I have a wife and daughter...
Near: I take back the 2.7%.
Kittysamma: First event's a dance-off! Consider this... team bonding! Well...unless I change my mind and move the dance off to a later match.
Piccolo: When this tournament ends, I'm turning you into a very small, very flat hat.