Dragon Ball Human

Yamiru exclaimed in shock, "How is that possible? How have I never seen you even once?"

The old man didn't answer, but instead asked, "When you first passed by here after leaving the martial arts temple, you looked anxious. What were you thinking?"

Yamiru answered honestly, "I was thinking I need to find you quickly..."

"And why was that?"

"To learn martial arts. Because I felt... you're mysterious and powerful, and surely you have ways to teach me."

"And the fourth time you passed by here, what were you thinking?"

"I was thinking... if I missed this chance, it'd be a huge regret! Just going to the martial arts temple felt a bit unsatisfying."

"You were afraid the martial arts temple couldn't teach you real skills!"

"...I admit it."

"The thirteenth time you passed by here, what were you thinking then?"

"I was thinking, if I really don't get this opportunity, then maybe the martial arts temple is my destiny."

"And the last time you passed by here, you had a calm expression. What were you thinking then?"

Yamiru's golden eyes gleamed brightly as he met the old man's gaze. He smiled brilliantly and said, "I thought... it doesn't matter if it's the martial arts temple or anything else. The one practicing martial arts is me, not the temple! If I can succeed, what place matters? If this is what they call the heart of a true warrior, then I can say now\... I believe I'm not worse than anyone else."

The last sentence was spoken softly, but with great conviction.

"Yes, you're not worse than anyone else!" The old man stretched out his hand, and surprisingly, the map that Yamiru had tucked into his pocket flew out into the old man's hand.

"What's this? Telekinesis?" Yamiru was taken aback.

The old man then unfolded the map and, using his finger like a pen, circled an area on the eastern part of the map. He handed the map back to Yamiru, who looked closely. The place circled in red was in the eastern mountain forest region of the map's upper land, but there were no specific names or landmarks marked. Yamiru tried to rub the red circle with his finger, but it didn't smudge at all.

"What kind of martial art is this?" Yamiru thought to himself, finding it all too mysterious.

"You're looking for a clear path, aren't you?" the old man said. "I've pointed it out for you." The old man continued, "The red circle marks the general location of Paozu Mountain. As for who lives there, I believe I don't need to elaborate, do I?"

"Son Gohan?" Yamiru blurted out.

"Go and take him as your teacher," the old man said slowly. "Step by step, walk there..."

"Are you crazy?" Yamiru thought. "How much ability do I have right now? You want me to walk the Earth like Son Goku? And do you know how far Papaya Island is from the northern land? Are you asking me to swim there? If I tried, I'd sink to the bottom of the ocean before I even got close..."

Yamiru felt the old man was unreasonable, and suspected he was just boasting. He was about to speak when the old man, after finishing his words, suddenly stretched out his palm and pressed it against Yamiru's forehead, pushing him forward with great force—

Yamiru's consciousness vanished.

Or rather, he felt a floating, surreal sensation.

It was as if he had flown out of Earth, drifting through the stars of the universe.

He could see the stars burning,

And the silent collision of two asteroids,

He also saw galaxies spinning quietly. Yamiru was on the verge of stopping all thoughts. In his blurred state, he could vaguely sense the mysterious old man whispering in his ear, but with his confused mind, he couldn't make out the words...

Yamiru felt like he had become a beam of light, or maybe a lost soul, flying at high speed in a universe that seemed both real and unreal.

He saw the God of Destruction destroying planets with a snap of his fingers.

He saw the angel skillfully guiding the so-called destroyer.

He saw Zeno, emotionless, erasing entire universes from existence...

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Whoosh! Yamiru was sent flying like a bomb, quickly becoming a tiny speck in the sky as the sunset turned to twilight.

Passersby and tourists who happened to witness this scene were left dumbfounded. Some rubbed their eyes, wondering if they had yet to wake up from their afternoon nap.

On the island, Marda an mark, father and son, who had spent the afternoon sightseeing and bought their boat tickets, were nearby. They had initially spotted Yamiru in front of the martial arts temple and intended to greet him, but instead witnessed this spectacle, both frozen in place, speechless for a long time.

The champion, King Chappa, had been searching for Yamiru nearby the martial arts temple. He was regretting that the young man had no fortune to become his disciple. He also witnessed the old man sending Yamiru into the sky with a single palm, so shocked he almost tripped and fell flat on the ground! King Chappa looked at the sky, then at the old man standing near the martial arts temple's entrance, and muttered in confusion, "Did he… kill that kid?"

In South City, Tonpo was bored and drove his double-decker bus to Yamiru's small house in the suburbs.

"Hey! Why didn't you go to work today?" Tonpo barged in without knocking. He had visited Yamiru's delivery company earlier, only to hear that Yamiru hadn't shown up for work today. "You... hey, not here?"

Pighead wondered aloud, "Where did this kid vanish to?"

He sat there for a while, and then noticed something on Yamiru's desk—the only piece of furniture in the room. Under the desk lamp, there was a poster, and as he picked it up, he accidentally saw a drawing of Super Saiyan Son Goku on the back.

"Wow, so cool! What's this? A comic?" Tonpo scratched his chin, then noticed a small notebook tucked under the poster. He grinned. "A diary? Let's take a look..."

Flipping it open, Tonpo saw the first page of a notebook with many torn pages. It read: "Knowing it can't be done..."

A few dots followed, obviously the marks of hesitation and pause in the penmanship.

"Knowing what? Can't what..." Tonpo read aloud, frustrated, "What's with all these incomplete words? I can't even read them!"

Tonpo carefully put the notebook and the poster back in their original spots, arranging them at the same angle.

"Where did that guy go..."

Muttering to himself, Tonpo closed the door behind him and looked up at the starry sky, suddenly feeling like Yamiru would never return.

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In front of the martial arts temple, the old man withdrew his hand and let out a long sigh.

At that moment, a booming, authoritative voice that resembled King Kai's echoed in the sky, reaching the old man's heart: "Junior, you've gone too far, haven't you?"

The old man heard the words but did not respond or explain. He turned and walked into the crowd, his figure gradually fading. People like Marda and King Chappa, who had noticed him, soon lost sight of him entirely.

"Come back for now."

Ahead of the old man, a transparent void appeared silently.

The old man shook his head, lifted his foot, and stepped into the void, disappearing completely from this Earth, this world.

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"Splash..."

Yamiru was woken up by the cold.

He opened his eyes to see a sandy beach, his body sprawled out in a large "X" shape, with his legs submerged in the cold seawater, already starting to feel stiff from the chill.

Confused, Yamiru slowly got up, spitting out the sand from his lips, brushing off the sand from his body, and rubbing his upper body with his hands, realizing just how cold it was.

At that moment, he noticed that his pants, the only piece of clothing he had left, were in tatters, resembling a beggar. Yamiru lifted his head and saw a dim moon and a sky full of stars, like a chessboard.

In his hand, he clutched the map, which fluttered in the wind.

Yamiru turned around and gazed at the vast, dark ocean. He scratched his chin and, with a serious expression, began to think: "How did things end up... like this?"

Especially when he thought about his dreamlike experience after being pushed by that old man... Was it really just a dream? Yamiru couldn't tell anymore—had that old man slapped him so hard he lost his mind? How could he have seen angels, Gods of Destruction, and even Zeno!

Standing still for a moment, Yamiru was snapped out of his thoughts by the cold wind coming from the sea.

He opened the map and looked at the mountain range the old man had circled.

"Paozu Mountain... it should still be over a year before Goku lands there..."

In the dim night by the sea, a pair of golden eyes lit up briefly before disappearing, as their owner turned and began walking steadily toward the shore, step by step.

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