Hey everyone! This is the first fanfiction I've ever written, so suffice to say it's probably not going to be that great. I honestly don't even know if I'm going to continue it at this point as this was more of an experiment than anything. However, if this does get enough popularity I might consider continuing it. So with that, enjoy!

They say that in the face of death, one often sees their life flash before their eyes, the tapestry of their existence playing out like a movie.

But what about complete and utter erasure?

Not death, nor purgatory. Just a snap of the finger and it was as if you never existed in the first place. You would never pass on, for their would be nothing left to travel to the Otherworld. The fact that such a thing was possible caused Hit to wonder, as he sat on the sidelines, equal parts ashamed and enraged at his failure, where in the creation of the Universe's that a power like that was allowed to come into being.

And it made him angry.

If one were somehow able to find a living individual that knew Hit, they would inform you that he was calm, quiet, and collected; always professional and concise. Even now, as Hit rested on the sidelines, his body aching after the intense beating handed to him by Jiren, watching on as the last 4 remaining warriors of Universe 6 desperately fought to buy their Universe just a few more minutes, he showed little emotion on the outside. If one were to look closely, they would notice the slight crease in his forehead, and the way his hands ever so slightly gripped his crossed arms. Even then, they would be oblivious to the turmoil raging inside of his mind.

After all, living for 1000 years gives you a perspective on life that very few, save the Gods of Destruction and the Kai's share.

I… don't understand. Why is such an overwhelming power restricted to two children who could barely function by themselves? Why do this view all of this, this damned Tournament, and the destruction of countless lives as some sort of game?!

Hit normally wasn't one to question the order of the Heavens. He had sent enough to the Otherworld to recognize he didn't quite have that privilege. Yet this was something he could not wrap his head around, let alone allow.

I have walked amongst the Universe for over a thousand years, seen and done things most would dream of. So many lives, so many stories taking place in the vastness of one universe. And it's all going to be erased, due to two children who are too lazy and bored to manage more than one Universe at a time?!

Hit wanted to do something, stand up for not only himself but all of those who deserve a chance to survive!

And yet…

He couldn't do anything. He had seen the speed in which that fool Frost had been casually wiped from existence. And sure, even if he did use his Time Skip, that damned Priest would casually stop him with nary a finger, giving Zenō more than enough time to effortlessly erase him from the face of the Void.

Yet again, he was utterly useless. First when he faced against Jiren, he was hardly able to slow him down. And now, faced with the literal deletion of everything in his existence, he couldn't do a damn thing to stop it.

And so Hit sat, silently watching from the sidelines. The 3 Saiyans of Universe 6, while possessing spirit, determination, and guts, would only last a few minutes against the likes of Son Goku and Vegeta. After all, Hit knew that the deciding factor in any battle wasn't just raw power, but skill and experience, and Goku and Vegeta had both in spades.

Caulifla, Kale, and Cabbe didn't stand a chance.

The two Namekians, both having sacrificed so much in order to stand a fighting chance for their Universe, could not win. He had observed the Universe 7 Namekian Piccolo and the son of Goku, Gohan. Not only were both powerful in their own right, but worked together beautifully as a tag team, weaving together attacks and fighting with a grace that almost suggested they were communicating telepathically.

And if, somehow, they managed to defeat Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, and Piccolo, they would still have Jiren, Toppo, and Dyspo to deal with.

Hit had already accepted the end, now all he had to do was wait.

And just as Hit theorized, what he predicted came to be, with the fused form of Kale and Caulifla, Kefla, incredibly powerful in their own right, being utterly annihilated by Son Goku pushed to his limits. Hit smirked slightly at that; that damned man never stopped improving. Even when the odds were stacked against him, he somehow found a way to rise above whatever challenges were thrown at him.

The two Namekians followed shortly after, caught in a devastating dual blast by the Master and Student duo as they were catapulted from the arena. And just like that, in the span of a few minutes, the last of Universe 6's Warriors had dropped out. Already the Grand Priest was announcing the loss of Universe 6, but Hit could barely hear him. The End had come, and Hit was powerless to stop it. The others seemed happy enough, accepting of their fate as the will of beings far beyond their ability to comprehend. Hit bowed his head; he had lived long enough, perhaps it was indeed his time to go.

And yet, as a soft, white aura enveloped him, the feeling of peace and tranquility coming with his imminent erasure, the calmness of what was to follow, something in Hit snapped, suddenly and without warning.

And that ancient, animal part of his brain took over.

The silent, deadly assassin was gone, and the proud Martial Artist took its place.

After 1000 years, Hit refused to let a spoiled, empowered child end his existence.

Hit frantically activated his Time Skip, and immediately he could feel the pressure from outside slam down in all directions. Already cracks were appearing in the crystal-like patterns that surrounded him.

And he would not give in.

Hit had seconds at most to formulate a plan, do something, anything!

And just before his Time Skip came crashing down around him, he saw it. A slight tint of green, just ahead of him; a distortion that, somehow, Hit knew led somewhere else, and to his salvation. Hit had no time, he could already feel himself start to fade away, his mind slowly shutting down as nothingness began to overtake him.

This was it, this was his escape!

Hit blitzed forward, arm desperately stretched out in front of him, reaching forwards to the only hope in sight.

Hit, deadliest assassin of Universe 6, vanished from the face of the World of Void as his Time Skip collapsed around him.