Dragon Ball Human

Yamiru didn't go far.

After leaving the beach, he intended to find the nearest inhabited place to ask where he had been slapped to by that old man.

However, after walking only a few hundred meters, he was shocked to discover that right ahead of him was a dense forest.

It was dark in the forest at night.

Yamiru stood at the edge of the forest, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, feeling as though there were pairs of wild animal eyes watching him from within the thick shadows of the trees.

"..."

Yamiru turned around and walked back.

He sat back down on the beach.

By the dim light of the stars, Yamiru studied the terrain within the red-circled area on the map, imagining that a white-bearded old master lived in the forest. Over a year from now, this master would unexpectedly find a grandson falling from the sky...

Accompanied by the ebb and flow of the sea waves, Yamiru unknowingly fell asleep.

The next day, he was woken up by the cold again!

"Good thing I'm tough, or I'd probably catch a cold!"

Yamiru opened his eyes and found himself curled up on a pile of sand, a sea crab crawling across his nose...

He jumped up in surprise, noticing that the map was still clenched in his hand, and let out a sigh of relief.

If he had lost it, it would be like... a young fool leaving Pallet Town only to lose his Pokédex. How embarrassing.

"I'm hungry."

Yamiru tucked the map away, brushed the sand off, and continued on his way.

As the sky brightened, the dense forest ahead didn't seem so ominous anymore.

Back in South City, Yamiru had never ventured into a forest, but having lived on the outskirts, he had encountered wild animals before. At first, he was afraid, but after personally kicking an old wolf to death, he had no fear left.

Wild animals were wild animals—there was no cunning like that of humans.

Yamiru took a deep breath and stepped boldly into the forest.

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Could he really cross most of the map on foot and find a place called Paozu Mountain, a remote, ancient forest?

Yamiru wasn't sure.

The old man had said that as long as he made it there, his future would be limitless.

Yamiru had read plenty of novels and drunk his fair share of motivational soup, so he had a rough idea of what the old man meant.

The key was in the process of walking step by step… from the south of the map, toward the north and east.

The journey ahead was filled with countless obstacles, vast waters and mountains. If Yamiru could make it through, he would undergo a complete transformation. The hardships and trials would become his invaluable wealth, the foundation for his future.

But the key question was whether Yamiru could make it through.

The journey was long, and he had no idea how many miles he would have to travel, how many days and nights he would have to endure! Nor did he know how many more difficulties and dangers awaited him ahead.

Just thinking about the potential struggles ahead made his scalp tingle.

Was he weak right now?

Yes, incredibly weak.

Even without considering Master Roshi and others, he wouldn't be able to stand up to most of the Earth's top martial artists. Even King Chopa could easily defeat him.

But was he strong?

Yes, he was strong.

Yamiru had been running roughshod through the Animal Street in South City, far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary Earthling.

He had never formally trained in martial arts or any combat techniques, yet had entered the World's Strongest Martial Arts Tournament with no preparation, and almost made it into the top eight despite lacking physical strength.

One could say that when Goku followed Bulma out of the mountains, he wasn't any stronger than Yamiru was now.

While he might not match the Saiyan's steel-like body, Yamiru believed his endurance, stamina, and explosive power were probably not far behind.

Since Goku, who was weak in the start, could live freely in the deep mountains for years and travel the world with Bulma with ease, there was undoubtedly a chance for Yamiru, who was also weak, to walk to Paozu Mountain on foot.

"Just keep self-hypnotizing! Anyway, I've started, and it's better to be optimistic. Yeah... optimistic."

Yamiru walked through the forest, staying alert in all directions, his mind occasionally drifting back to the mysterious old man and the strange experience he'd had when that man slapped him into the air—whether it was a hallucination or something else.

"Who exactly is he?"

"There's no one in Dragon Ball that matches this old man..."

Yamiru had always had such doubts.

However, with no clues, those questions were impossible to answer. And from the few times the old man had appeared, it was clear that his power was something beyond what Yamiru could comprehend right now.

Yamiru had some bold guesses in his mind, but for now, he pushed them aside.

"Arguing about unfounded suspicions is pointless! Conspiracy theories are just a distraction for the weak. To be fair, if I'm really caught in some unknown scheme... that would mean I have enough value for them to bother with me."

"Whatever happens, improving myself is never a bad idea."

"With pressure, I feel myself burning with motivation..."

Yamiru streamlined his thoughts, simplifying everything to one goal: no matter what, he had to reach Paozu Mountain!

The mysterious and powerful old man had given him the confidence to believe that in this world of Saiyans, Yamiru could make a name for himself! Otherwise, why would such a powerful old man waste his time on him?

"Doesn't matter if you have seventy-two transformations, bring it on!"

Yamiru felt full of energy. After all this time since crossing over, he had never felt as optimistic about his future as he did now.

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The natural environment of Dragon Ball Earth was quite pleasant. As he moved through the dense forest, Yamiru even found it somewhat comfortable.

"Hiss!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a shadow rushing toward him at high speed.

With his keen eyesight, Yamiru could easily see what it was. Reacting quickly, he didn't dodge but instead reached out and grabbed the shadow, which turned out to be a grey snake.

"Looks like breakfast came to me," Yamiru said, smiling as he grabbed the snake by the head and twisted it off.

Not interested in drinking snake blood for now, he walked as he drained the blood from the decapitated snake and tossed away its gallbladder, not liking the taste.

Then, he tied the snake's body into a circle around his waist, managing to tie it in a knot.

With a powerful push from his legs, he ran and jumped, landing on a tree branch.

Using his excellent jumping ability, combined with his explosive power and flexibility, Yamiru resembled a modern-day Tarzan.

With a clear goal and no worries, he moved forward.

Although the material conditions were poor, his spirit felt completely fulfilled.

Yamiru felt that his happiness had increased by at least 92 percent, while his anxiety had decreased by 69.53 percent.

After a long time of "Tarzan-ing" around, he finally found a suitable clearing.

He jumped again, and as he landed, he put his weight down hard, breaking the branch he landed on.

He went to pick up a few more branches and, with practiced ease, set up a makeshift grill. He then strung the headless snake in a sine-wave curve.

As for starting a fire with friction, with Yamiru's current strength, it was just a matter of trying a few times before succeeding.

"I smell protein…" Yamiru said, his stomach growling as he patiently waited for the snake meat to cook. He was already starving.

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