(This scene takes place about 3 thousand miles off the shore of the Water Country, on an island that didn't exist until about an hour before this scene takes place. If you come in here, you had better have a really damn good reason)
Two Ulrich's stood opposite eachother, one of them wearing the typical black suit and tie, and looking mad enough to bite the head off a kitten, while the other is wearing a white suit and hat, with a black tie, looking rather happy with the black suited one's Rage.
"Alright, I'm here. You had better start talking." Ulrich said to his counterpart.
"It's quite simple really... For a man as powerful as you, you don't really use your power." He countered, his empty eyes watching the angry ones' movements.
"I can Level mountains, Drown armies, and Raze anyone who gets too close to me. You have seen me preform every single one of these feats. How can you say that I don't use my power!?" Ulrich roared at his dopplegangar
"Then how did you lose to an androgynous little prick with a big stick?" He said, at which point ulrich sent a bolt of lightning directly at the white Ulrich, who leaned to the side to avoid the attack.
If you're going to mock me, you had better have a reason for me not to kill you." Ulrich would continue, clenching his fists tight enough that he almost made himself bleed.
"Oh my my, you talk about murder like it's easy for you. You lost in the FIRST round of the world tournament" The Opposite mocked happily. "Besides. You can't kill me. You're too egotistical to commit Suicide. So how about you stop all those idle threats, and I start telling you how to actually fight someone, hm?"
Ulrich scowled and muttered more than a few curses in more than a few languages as the white ulrich held out his hand, and a glowing whip would appear, amorphic and shifting like actual lightning. "This is what you're going to have to be able to do if you even want to DREAM of being powerful." He would explain, his voice growing serious as he suddenly flicked his wrist, sending a tendril of lightning towards ulrich faster than he could react, blowing him back towards the edge of his personal island.
Ulrich, however, not to be shown-up, held out his hand, focusing his chakra into his right hand, as a spark of electricity shot out, but barely did anything at all, much less forging an electric whip to the likes of which his Shadow had Created.