# *"HAAAAH!!!"*
Gohan lets out a yell, pushing his ki outwards as a scorching aura engulfs his body. Bolts of lightning crackle in the air, dancing around him as he sheds the golden aura of Super Saiyan 2. His hair, once standing on end in spiked golden strands, flows freely now, returning to its usual raven black, but with a sharper, more defined edge. His eyes, once blazing turquoise, soften back to their usual black, though they burn with an intensity that betrays the power coursing through him.
He stands motionless, his muscles coiled like springs, waiting. Gone is the playful grin, the hint of amusement he wore just a moment before. This is no longer a sparring match; Gohan’s face is a mask of cold, focused determination. His white aura flares brilliantly for a split second before vanishing completely, leaving the air around him buzzing with barely restrained power. He makes no move to attack. He doesn't need to. The very air around him crackles with anticipation, speaking volumes for the raw power Gohan now holds in reserve.
“This is it,” Gohan states, his voice quiet but laced with power, each word carrying weight. There’s no boast in his tone, no arrogance, just a simple statement of fact. “I’m done holding back.”
